Chapter 970 Basic diseases and primary school students (two in one chapter)
Not to mention! This time Hu Biao’s disguised secret visit seemed to have happened not long after he went out, but he encountered some situations that put him in trouble.
After walking out of a street corner, he saw such a situation.
At the entrance of the Yangshan City First People's Hospital, which is also the largest hospital in the Zhongzhou tribe, there are now two long lines of people lined up.
Most of the personnel were native subordinates who looked very unwell.
In the cold wind, they retracted their necks into the collars of their coats as much as possible, and the soles of their feet wearing large velvet leather shoes kept stamping hard on the ground.
There are even quite a few people who cough violently in their mouths from time to time.
Good guy! It’s all about coughing out your lungs.
Obviously, these are patients waiting for medical treatment, but I don’t know why? What happened in the hospital? So many people were lined up on the street at once.
Upon seeing this, Hu Biao cursed:
"What the hell! What do these three guys, the black Chinese doctor, Lao Qi, and Yue Ying, do for a living? They are working hard with the doctors under them. It seems that they need to be punished."
All the reasons at hand are attributed to the inefficiency of the doctors in the hospital.
This was Hu Biao's first reaction after thinking for a while.
After thinking of this, Hu Biao became a little annoyed. While cursing, he walked straight into the lobby of the hospital.
After opening the thick cotton curtain at the entrance of the hall.
When the roaring sound reached his ears, Hu Biao immediately shouted "Good guy~"
Because in the hall with more than 300 square meters, there are now many people, and it has become crowded. In addition to many patients who are queuing to register, there are also many people sitting in the waiting area.
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Waiting for the aunt-level nurses to start calling the numbers they received.
Soon after, after seeing something else in his eyes, Hu Biao became even more angry, and even had some strong urge to curse.
Why? Because it’s at the registration window.
Because of the height of the window, the registered patients had to bend down or squat down when operating.
With such an awkward posture, it was quite difficult to talk to the staff; even so, during this process, the staff at the window had an impatient look on their expressions.
What made Hu Biao angry was not only that such a problem could be easily solved by just finding two stools.
What really annoyed him was the attitude and inaction of the hospital staff.
The more important point is, since the working style of the hospital is like this, what about other units?
He didn't even need to ask a few questions. He could see for himself that the situation should be similar to that here.
For the staff in various units, this has been a good life for a few years. How come it has deteriorated so quickly?
Don't tell him that these staff members are naturally superior to the masses; hell! One of them, a few years ago, they didn't even have enough to eat, and they might starve to death one day.
The result? Now that I have had enough food for several years and worked in the company for several years, I think I am superior and can ignore the feelings of the masses.
Immediately, Hu Biao walked towards one side of the hall.
Because, he already knew this situation:
Usually during the day, the black Chinese medicine doctor and several others serve as some of the top medical experts in the Central Continent tribe and even in the apocalyptic world.
As long as I come here, I usually stay in the office to diagnose some difficult and complicated diseases that cannot be solved by indigenous doctors.
Or you may perform some difficult surgeries yourself.
Their offices and clinics are at the very end of that passage.
After walking along the corridor to the bottom, Hu Biao could find the offices of Black Chinese Medicine Doctor and Yue Ying. The doors were tightly closed at this moment.
There is only the office of surgeon Lao Qi, and now the door of the room is half open.
Of course Hu Biao would not think that the black Chinese medicine doctor and Yueying were sleeping with the door closed; rather, they should be protecting the privacy of some special patients.
At the same time, because Lao Qi was also treating a patient, Hu Biao suppressed his anger and did not rush in directly to curse.
As the saying goes, as long as a pig stands in the wind, it can be blown up to the sky.
After Hu Biao had been a commander for so long, he had grown somewhat.
I know that it doesn't matter if these team members are scolded behind closed doors, and they won't take it seriously at all; but in front of the natives, I still have to save face for them.
Otherwise, it will damage their image and have a considerable impact on their prestige, which will be very detrimental to future work.
So Hu Biao waited patiently at the door.
Seeing Lao Qi facing the man in his thirties, his left leg had a big swelling on the knee for some reason. After some inspection and questioning, he looked at the man.
While writing the doctor's instructions "shuashua~", he said in his mouth:
"You go to the pharmacy later to get the medicine, and then go to the infusion room to get the intravenous injection. This time there are three bottles in total..."
What's surprising is that Lao Qi couldn't finish what he said.
That's because when I was talking about this, the man knocked over the stool with a "clang~" and fell to the ground.
What's even more surprising is that after the man collapsed on the ground, he didn't care about his body that was hurt by the fall, and started crying loudly.
While crying, he muttered repeatedly:
"I beg you, Chief Seventh, please save me. I really don't want to die at all. I came from Shaoguan, a hundred miles away, and asked for leave to come here to see a doctor.
I am a miner in the No. 12 Coal Mine. Although my daily work is a bit harder, I can have enough food, good clothes, and a happy life, and I just need to marry a wife.
I couldn't even dream of having a good life like this before. I haven't lived enough yet and I really don't want to die~"
In such a burst of wailing, not to mention Hu Biao, a staff member who was outside making soy sauce, he was dumbfounded at that time.
Even Lao Qi, who diagnosed him, was very confused at the time.
It took a while for Lao Qi to react, and while helping the other person, he said: "Who said you will definitely die? Don't worry, it's okay. Your illness is just a trivial matter..."
This time, Lao Qi still couldn't finish the words of comfort in his mouth, and was interrupted again.
The man wiped away his tears and snot, and conveniently wiped them on the hem of Lao Qi's white white coat.
He continued to cry: "Chief Lao Qi, please stop comforting me. This will require intravenous injections, and one dozen is as much as three vials. Isn't this disease not serious?"
Before I came to the hospital, I had heard people say that for minor illnesses, the doctor would just prescribe a little medicine and ask you to take it back on time.
If you are seriously ill, you will be given injections on your buttocks for a few days.
If it really comes to the point of needing intravenous injections, and there are so many bottles at one time, it must be a very serious disease that is very difficult to treat, so that you can receive such treatment."
After hearing this, Hu Biao and Lao Qi finally understood the cause of the problem.
But after hearing such a statement, I couldn't laugh or cry for a moment.
The biggest reason for this ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooogo- Comes to Gossips. It is simply because in the early stage, the Central Continent Tribes were in relatively short supply of many supplies due to their carrying capacity and purchasing funds.
For example, in Western medicine, materials that can only be brought from the ancient modern plane and cannot be produced by the tribe itself are generally used very sparingly.
All the doctors trained by them received this explanation:
When treating the natives as much as possible, use some Chinese medicinal materials that can be found everywhere in the wilderness of the apocalyptic world.
Prescribe less western medicine. Use a little of this kind of medicine, and you will need less of it.
Over time, some patterns have really formed, such as the pattern mentioned by the man above; if it is not a serious illness, it is really impossible for the patient to be arranged for infusion.
However, the above points all belong to the old imperial calendar.
Ever since they established a relationship with Rabbit in the modern dimension, especially before coming here twice, Hu Biao and the others had obtained a lot of expired medicines from them.
In the future, there will be an endless supply of such supplies.
Although these expired drugs are about to reach their expiration date, in fact most of them have no effect on their efficacy, and the prices are even more shockingly low.
Compared with these benefits, the possible hidden dangers are completely acceptable to the indigenous people.
Therefore, today's Central Continent tribes no longer have to worry about insufficient medicine.
It's just that there are still many people who don't know about such a situation...
In the following time, after such an oolong incident was explained clearly, the miner dragged his leg with an embarrassed look on his face and left with a lot of thanks.
In fact, the swelling on this guy's left knee was just an infection after being bitten by a poisonous insect.
And it’s not an overly serious or partial infection. Specifically, based on the judgment of the surgeon Lao Qi, this thing was given a three-day intravenous injection and penicillin was used to reduce the inflammation.
Then, if you go back and take the medicine orally for a week, you will basically be completely cured.
It is precisely because of such a nonsense incident that it can be said that Hu Biao's original plan to curse was messed up. For a while, he didn't know how to speak.
To do this, he closed the door after entering.
First, he took off the scarf that covered half of his face, revealing his true appearance.
Then he took out a stick of sand from the two different packs of cigarettes that he had carried for a long time, lit it for himself, and then threw a stick of Furong Wang to Lao Qi.
After the other party also lit it on fire, he cursed:
"What's going on? Why are there so many people queuing up in the hospital? Can't you arrange more people on duty? And when making diagnoses, can you move a little more quickly?"
Upon hearing this, Lao Qi immediately started to complain with a grimace:
"Lao Hu! Do you think we want to see so many patients queuing all the way to the road? Of course we don't want to, we just have no choice.
When I first knew that I was going to work in the Doomsday Hospital, I thought that I would have to face some difficult and complicated diseases, as well as perform some difficult surgeries under limited conditions.
What! The result? They are all basic diseases, such as trachea, bones, intestines and stomach, etc.
As long as the tribe members are a little older, they will have some problems of one kind or another.
They were all caused by long-term malnutrition and high-intensity labor over a long period of time.
In the past, I could only choose to bear it hard, get through it if I could endure it, and die if I couldn't.
However, our Zhongzhou tribe has a completely free treatment policy for all members, which puts a lot of pressure on them, because these patients will flock to us without any medical pressure.
Especially after winter, the number of patients suddenly increased several times.
Now, according to my understanding, it is not only our First People's Hospital that currently has such a situation with an alarming number of patients; some other hospitals, clinics, and clinics are also in such a situation.
Here at the First People's Hospital, almost all doctors work every day and overtime, and try to reduce unnecessary diagnosis time as much as possible.
But you have also seen the situation, there are still so many patients queuing up, it is simply too busy to get through."
After hearing this, Hu Biao became a little helpless.
Because he knew that it was him who was repaying the debts for the difficult life of the natives; but for such a thing, he had no choice but to bite the bullet and continue to do it.
He couldn't even reduce investment in medical care because he didn't want to see these compatriots continue to suffer from illness.
He couldn't do anything like letting these people live with their illnesses.
What's more, I don't want to see these people lose their lives due to such minor illnesses in their thirties or forties.
Finally, after Hu Biao finished smoking two cigarettes, he threw the cigarette butts on the ground and stepped on them hard.
Then, he said something in his mouth: "First go to the registration desk in the lobby and put two stools for the patients so that they don't have to lie there.
Everyone stayed for a meeting after get off work in the evening, and the theme was how to put down the airs, come from the masses, go to the masses, and serve the people wholeheartedly."
After talking, Hu Biao left the hospital...
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In the following time, Hu Biao began to wander around Yangshan City and visited many places.
For example, he went to a school, but it was not the No. 1 Primary School, which was the earliest school established in Yangshan City and had the best equipment and teachers.
Instead, he went to the newly established No. 6 primary school on the edge of the city.
That's right! Today, the Zhongzhou Tribe has 6 primary schools in Yangshan City alone.
In total, there are now more than 5,000 primary school students studying in it.
The only problem is that there are only about 3,000 underage children inside, and the other 2,000 or so people are adults over 16 years old.
However, these adults do not feel any shame at all for attending elementary school at such an old age.
On the contrary, when it comes to studying, it is called a very hard work.
Because in the Zhongzhou tribe, as long as they graduate from primary school, they are considered to be proper intellectuals and can be directly assigned to some units to serve as technicians and grassroots cadres.
In addition to other areas, some small number of primary schools.
These primary school students, who can graduate about a thousand people every year, are the cornerstone of the rapid development of the Zhongzhou tribe.
Although a Zhongzhou Tribal Middle School has been established, the courses involved are too difficult for the indigenous people.
Not to mention high school graduates, there are not even junior high school graduates now.
In the No. 6 primary school, Hu Biao could see the reason for the limited space and limited teachers.
In every standard-sized classroom, there are at least 70 or 80 students crammed in, and the oldest is already in his early 20s, with what he calls a big beard.
The youngest ones are only seven or eight years old, and there is still some runny nose hanging from their lips.
Their teacher, on the other hand, is a boy with a childish face, only fifteen or sixteen years old at most; at first glance, he looks like a student who has just graduated from elementary school.
But even so, these people all opened their eyes wide and looked at the childish teacher with expectant eyes, studying extremely seriously.
Perhaps they have become deeply aware of a truth just like their compatriots more than a hundred years ago:
Knowledge can change your destiny...
In addition, Hu Biao also went to the high-end laboratory where the excavator, dichlorvos and others were. Unfortunately, as soon as he entered the door, he was mercilessly driven out.
The excavator guy declared with a arrogant look: "Get out! Don't disturb our progress."
Hu Biao actually didn't care about this at all, and even looked happy.
Because before closing the door with dichlorvos, he said a few words, and after having the step-by-step teachings from the rabbit family experts, he only needed to copy them and the progress was very smooth.
There are still about ten days at most before the first thermobaric bomb can be manufactured and tested.
After being kicked out of the laboratory, Hu Biao originally wanted to go to the tractor factory site to have a look. After all, how many boys don't like tanks?
But at this moment, a guard stepped on the stirrup of the little yellow car and flew up to appear.
From a distance, he shouted to Hu Biao: "Chief Hu Biao, Chief Yang Dongli is calling urgently~"