Chapter 71 Chinese Medicine Research Institute

When the Japanese encephalitis epidemic broke out in Beijing, the working group quickly found a solution, and Beijing was able to quickly control the spread of the epidemic.

In addition to the unremitting efforts of a large number of medical staff, Wang Mengde was the first to find the problem, which was also the main reason.

In just a few days, most of the patients with mild symptoms were discharged from the hospital, and the newly infected patients were properly treated. Now, there are only a few hundred critically ill patients in the hospital.

Among these critically ill patients, more than 90 percent are about to recover and be discharged from the hospital.

"Meng De, when this wave of Japanese encephalitis epidemic is over, you will come with me to work at the Institute of Traditional Chinese Medicine. Don't worry, someone will naturally help you with the job transfer."

Pu Lao said with a smile.

"Sir, I will follow your arrangements." Wang Mengde was very excited and said happily.

On December 1955, 12, the Chinese Academy of Traditional Chinese Medicine was formally established in Beixiange, Guang'anmen, Beijing, with the aim of organizing and researching knowledge of traditional Chinese medicine and clinical experience, collecting and organizing books on traditional Chinese medicine, training teachers and compiling teaching materials.

The Institute of Traditional Chinese Medicine has several affiliated hospitals, internal medicine, surgery, acupuncture, acupuncture therapy, Chinese medicine and other research institutes, as well as a medical history research office, an editorial office and a traditional Chinese medicine research class.

When Pu was free, he worked in the Department of Internal Medicine of Guang'anmen Hospital of the Chinese Academy of Traditional Chinese Medicine, which was also where Wang Mengde worked and studied in the future.

At the same time, the institute also gathered a large number of famous Chinese medicine experts, such as Xiao Longyou, Shi Jinmo, etc. The dean and secretary are the domestically renowned surgeon and acupuncturist Lu Zhijun, and the acupuncturists Zhu Lian and Tian Runzhi are vice deans.

There are also a large number of well-known people serving as honorary deans and vice-deans.

Dean Zhou also wrote a personal inscription to express his congratulations.

In the future, the Institute of Traditional Chinese Medicine will be renamed the China Academy of Chinese Medical Sciences.

There are many hidden talents here, and Wang Mengde has long been yearning for it. If he works there in the future, he will definitely be able to learn a lot of medical knowledge from these masters.

"Well, Meng De, in my life, I am slightly proficient in internal medicine, pediatrics, and gynecology. I also have some experience in treating fevers. I have no preference between the two schools of thought on typhoid fever and febrile diseases. From now on, you will stay with me and learn while treating patients."

Pu Lao briefly introduced himself, paused, and then continued:

"By the way, regarding learning, I have some requirements. I'll tell you in advance that you must persevere when learning. The theory of Chinese medicine is profound and extensive. You must read any book carefully, chapter by chapter, section by section, word by word.

Now, as long as conditions permit, I will insist on reading every day, especially those books on the theoretical basis of traditional Chinese medicine. Every time I read them, I will get new inspiration. "

"Sir, I've got it in mind. I will definitely study hard with you."

Wang Mengde knew that Pu Lao was being modest. He had learned a lot about Pu Lao's deeds in the past few days. He knew that he was very proficient in internal medicine, pediatrics, and gynecology, and was good at learning from the strengths of various schools. He had already integrated the theories of typhoid fever and febrile diseases into one.

In the evening, Wang Mengde accompanied He Shengnan to his parents' home in Yuer Hutong.

At the dinner table, when Wang Hao heard that his son had already accepted Pu Lao as his teacher and would be transferred to the Institute of Traditional Chinese Medicine in the future, he couldn't suppress the smile on his face. Then his eyes became red and he rarely lost his composure:
"Okay, Meng De, learn well from Master Pu in the future, and don't let this good opportunity go to waste."

"Meng De, the thing your father regrets most is that our family was poor before, and he only studied medicine with Mr. Cheng for less than four years. When he lay in bed at night, his eyes would often turn red as he thought about it, regretting that he had learned less before. You have this opportunity now, don't miss it."

Ran Xiaomei also gave a few instructions and told about Wang Hao's youth.

"Why bring up these old things in front of the children?" After taking a bite of food, Wang Hao put down his chopsticks and started to complain when he heard Ran Xiaomei talking about her embarrassing story.

"Why can't you say this? It's not something to be ashamed of."

Ran Xiaomei rolled her eyes at He Shengnan as she picked up a piece of food with her chopsticks.

After dinner, Wang Hao and Wang Mengde sat in the living room, drinking tea and chatting about the Chinese Medicine Research Institute. At this time, Wang Yuanchao ran over, squeezed into his arms and said:

"Brother, my head is itchy, can you help me catch the lice?"

"Really? Didn't I just catch lice for you a few days ago? How come you have lice again so soon? Bring me the comb on the table." Wang Mengde patted his head and said with a smile.

A comb is a hair combing tool with a beam in the middle and dense teeth on both sides. The teeth are much denser than those of an ordinary comb. It is mainly used to scrape off dandruff and lice hidden in the hair.

People of that era were prone to lice on their heads and bodies for hygiene reasons, especially children. He often caught lice for his two younger brothers.

"Brother, bring the comb. Help me catch lice later." Wang Weiguo ran over with the comb in his hand.

"Okay, one at a time."

Reaching out to take the comb, Wang Mengde carefully used it to comb Wang Yuanchao's head. When he found lice, he squeezed them with the fingernails of his two thumbs, and then he heard a slight snapping sound. The sound was particularly relaxing to his ears.

It took a long time to catch the lice on the heads of two people.

"Yuanchao and Weiguo's hair has grown longer again. I will cut their hair shorter when you all have a rest on the weekend." After finishing the housework, Ran Xiaomei saw her two little sons scratching their scalps with their hands from time to time, so she spoke.

"Mom, I don't want to have a bowl-cut haircut. I want to go outside to get it cut like my brother." Wang Yuanchao and Wang Weiguo said in unison.

"Don't even think about it. You are so young, and I can save money by cutting your hair at home. When you grow up and start working and earn your own money, I won't care where you go to get your hair cut."

Taking off her apron, Ran Xiaomei refused without hesitation.

Seeing their mother's unquestionable attitude, the two little guys turned their eyes to Wang Mengde.

Unfortunately, he had no say in such matters at home, so he could only give her a helpless look. After all, it was Ran Xiaomei who cut his hair before he started working two years ago.

Seeing that his brother couldn't help him, Wang Weiguo showed a look of despair. But Wang Yuanchao, with his eyes rolling around, looked at his sister-in-law who was touching her belly with a smile on her face.

On Saturday, most of the patients infected with Japanese encephalitis were discharged from the Children's Hospital, leaving only a few critically ill patients who were still in the hospital for observation.

Early in the morning, Wang Mengde came to Pu Lao's office with a notebook.

"Sir, I have calculated that during this period, we have used a total of eight methods and 98 classic ancient prescriptions to save 183 comatose critically ill patients. I have recorded all the relevant information in detail."

Taking the notebook, Pu Lao looked through it carefully, and then said happily: "Meng De, you did a good job, and the records are very detailed.

By the way, when Dean Zhou learned that the epidemic of Japanese encephalitis in the capital was under control, he praised us for being "expert in traditional Chinese medicine and understanding dialectics," and he specifically mentioned your name during the discussion.

What? Dean Zhou actually mentioned me!!!
(End of this chapter)