"It's getting colder, and more and more people are suffering from colds during this period." Captain Lalin's complaint made Yang Mingzhi a little worried.
"There is a proverb in my hometown, if there is no illness, there will be no money. I hope there will not be a serious flu. The power of large-scale infectious diseases is too powerful. Is the supply of medicines in the hospital stable?"
"You are thinking too much. The medicine reserves are all normal. Even if half of the people in the city get sick, the hospital can cure everyone."
The captain's words were meant to be a joke. If half of the city was really sick, it would be a real disaster.
Yang Mingzhi's worries were not unreasonable. The First World War ended with Germany's voluntary surrender. The crazy overdraft of national power made the Second Reich doomed to defeat. The Spanish Flu that swept through Europe in 1918 and killed tens of millions of people also forced both warring parties to rejoice.
Seen in ending the war quickly.
Yang Mingzhi's serious illness in early June was still fresh in his memory. Thanks to Lao Maozi's introduction to black technology, he simply stopped doing clinical experiments and put penicillin produced by various methods into frontline hospitals along with sulfonamides. The wounded soldiers were used as guinea pigs.
As a result, a large number of wounded soldiers recovered quickly!
As long as the virus does not mutate, there should not be any trouble in Moscow during the autumn flu season.
Captain Larin used the privileges of the Ministry of Internal Affairs to call the ophthalmology department directly after completing the registration. There was no appointment and no setbacks. Within a short period of time, Yang Mingzhi and his wife entered the ophthalmology clinic.
Moscow is the eternal capital of the country, and the doctors in various departments of the city's hospitals are the best doctors in the Soviet Union.
These rejuvenated professionals were experienced in every sense of the word and had met many senior officials. Even if Stalin himself came as a patient, at least this ophthalmologist, who was said to be the best, would not be frightened.
Another person named Antonov. Since this person is a doctor, Yang Mingzhi is too lazy to complain about this ubiquitous surname.
Look at this doctor, with a white hat on his head, a cotton mask hanging around his neck, and a white coat. There are many age spots on his fair skin, he has a hooked nose, and his eyes are deeply sunken.
Obviously he is an old man. For doctors, older age often means superior ability.
Let’s take a look at the structure of the consulting room. It’s an ordinary desk painted with red paint. There’s nothing unusual about the tools on it. The only distinctive thing is an optometrist.
Just as Yang Mingzhi looked around curiously, the doctor spoke.
"I'm Dr. Antonov. You guys arrived suddenly and I had to re-plan my schedule after get off work."
"So, we have troubled you?" The captain was unhappy and deliberately raised his hat to emphasize his identity.
Unexpectedly, the doctor was not afraid at all and said with a puffed-up chest: "Everyone should follow the rules. All patients have equal rights. Since you want to see a doctor, you should make an appointment in the morning. For your sake, I will see you.
I have to work overtime."
When a doctor complains like this, is he doing his job step by step? Or is it because he has a very high position that he has the courage to chat with people from the Ministry of Internal Affairs?
Yang Mingzhi does not want to be a coordinator, he is more interested in looking at the ophthalmic equipment in this time and space.
In an era without computers, how could hospitals operate properly?
The captain pinched his waist and retorted: "Anyway, we are already here. Look at this clinic. Where are the other patients? You and your assistant are just drinking black tea and reading today's Pravda, and you just sit there until dinner time.
.It is your responsibility to treat us, so why complain?"
"Okay. Comrade, is your patient blind in one eye? Yes, your work has always been very dangerous."
"You..." These words were clearly irritating himself. Captain Larin endured his displeasure and suppressed his anger, and had to put on a smile: "The patient is not me, but the two people around me."
"them?"
Yang Mingzhi felt that the doctor was a bit arrogant and couldn't help but worry about his future situation.
"Ah, it's you. You just told me on the phone that there are two patients from the east who want glasses here. It seems that you are Bashkirs?"
"If you mean nationality, we are Chinese."
Yang Mingzhi gave the doctor a clear and concise answer, and his answer was really different.
Antonov's eyes widened: "Chinese? Almost all foreigners in Moscow have moved to the east. Why are you here?"
"because……"
"Ah! I won't ask any more questions. I am a doctor. If you are sick, I will help treat you. Tell me what your condition is."
Doesn’t this doctor have a bit of a performative personality? He was blowing his beard and glaring at Captain Larin just now, and then he was chatting and laughing with me ten seconds later? Because the heating in the hospital has been turned on, the temperature seems to be stable at around 20 degrees, which is really a bit hot. Yang
Mingzhi took off his coat and showed off his military uniform and a large number of medals.
Each medal recorded the glorious achievements of its owner. Yang Mingzhi noticed that the doctor's smiling face suddenly changed, and his aging face suddenly widened into a pair of big blue eyes.
"Ah! You are a hero of the Soviet Union! I'm so sorry. I was rude just now. I apologize to you."
"It's better to resolve our matter quickly."
"Is it an eye problem? Come and sit at my desk."
Here in the Soviet Union, there is no strict concept of "look, hear, ask, and feel" like traditional Chinese medicine. Before making a diagnosis, the doctor also has reason to know the basic condition of the patient through some inquiries.
Yang Mingzhi's situation is very simple. He always remembers the degree of myopia in his eyes.
"My left eye is 175 degrees and my right eye is 5 degrees. You just need to use this standard to grind out suitable lenses to make glasses. What do you think?"
Doctor Antonov looked like an actor, and now he had a sullen face, looking bitter and resentful.
A short one-word answer: "No."
"Where is the trouble?"
"I'm sorry, even if you are a general, you are obliged to follow the doctor's orders when you get to the hospital. It is up to me to decide how near-sighted you are. Have you looked at the machine over there?" With that, the doctor pointed.
"what is that?"
"It's an optometry machine. Maybe you understand. Now come with me."
"Okay. When I finish my work, you must also check my wife's eyes."
"What?" Antonov was surprised: "That's your wife? I thought it was your daughter."
"She is indeed my wife."
"Oh, it's so amazing. It's like a child." The doctor stopped talking and approached the machine, and Yang Mingzhi followed.
What the doctor said just now is really interesting, and Yang Tao thinks the doctor is right. She is one year younger than her husband. According to the Chinese "generation theory", the 12th year of the zodiac is one generation behind.
She sat obediently on the wooden chair on the side. After all, she had received education from medical experts in a regular hospital and knew the etiquette in the department.
She just sat quietly, eyes wide open in curiosity, watching her husband stretch his head comically, with his chin on the machine platform, and his eyes facing the two cylindrical lenses.
The doctor and the patient seemed to be looking at each other through the machine. Star Tao was already full of curiosity about what was going on.
It is said that optometrists are not uncommon in this era. An American optician, Prentice, improved the optometre in the true modern sense. As the times continue to develop, optometrists have become more sophisticated, and the core principles are not the same as those of the nineteenth century version.
No change.
The instrumental examination did not take long, and Antonov could now empirically confirm the patient's degree of myopia, and even made unexpected discoveries.
"Comrade General, you have mild myopia, but your astigmatism is a bit worse. It seems that you are really busy at work. Is it because you alternately close and open your eyes to relieve eye fatigue?"
"This..." The doctor's words were really funny. Yang Mingzhi would not say that he had astigmatism in one eye because he was always playing with his mobile phone at night in that plane. "Ah, you are indeed an excellent doctor.
That’s absolutely correct.”
"Well, you have made great contributions to our great alliance, so you should take good care of your body. Fortunately, the current situation is not bad. Come on, let's check further."
Yes, fundoscopy is not a new thing. The medical community in this time and space has already understood the principles of human vision, and examining the retina has long been a normal operation in ophthalmology.
In a Soviet system like the Soviet Union, all optical technicians in Tsarist Russia became ophthalmologists in state-run hospitals, and the work of manufacturing glasses was also monopolized by state-run hospitals.
By examining Yang Mingzhi's fundus, the doctor found no abnormalities.
After the two examinations, the doctor basically determined the condition of Yang Mingzhi's eyes, and then came the highlight - looking at the eye chart.
Antonov gave his assistant a box task, and then an iron box was brought in. Looking at the items inside, Yang Mingzhi felt a sense of intimacy again.
Wearing ordinary glasses naturally requires traditional methods to correct vision.
"You have some astigmatism in your right eye and your myopia is higher. I have to add some lenses for you. Please don't be surprised."
"It's nothing, as long as you can see clearly."
After some operations that Yang Mingzhi was very familiar with, the doctor had already recorded the plan on how to create eyes so that the general's eyes could be corrected to a standard level.
"Your business is over, next is your wife."
"I hope she won't be too curious." Yang Mingzhi smiled, walked to the bench quickly, and pulled up Yang Tao, who had been curious for a while, "My dear, it's your turn."
"Well, it's really interesting. I didn't expect the whole glasses to be so troublesome."
"Stop dawdling, the doctors are in a hurry to get off work, let's finish the work quickly and don't cause them any trouble." As he said that, Yang Mingzhi gently pinched his wife's neck and brought her directly to the instrument.
Indeed, everything is new to Yang Tao. She boasts that she already knows a lot about regular large hospitals. But now when faced with this new machine, she realizes her shortsightedness and arrogance.
She aimed her eyes at the instrument, and a small wooden house appeared in her field of vision.
What's going on? A peep show?
"Lesbian, keep an eye on the house and don't move when you go there. Report to me when you can see it very clearly."
Star Tao hummed softly.
As an experienced surgeon without any certificate, she truly understands that as a patient, you must obey the doctor's instructions unconditionally.
She cooperated fully, including all subsequent tests. Even though it was new, she would never refuse to do anything the doctor asked her to do.
After a step-by-step inspection, the result of star fruit came out.
Yang Mingzhi stepped forward, deliberately leaned next to the doctor who was taking notes, and glanced at the notes.
"Doctor, how is she doing?"
"There's nothing wrong with it. Both eyes are just a hundred degrees of myopia. In this situation, there's no need to wear glasses."
"This...I'm afraid my wife doesn't agree with it."
"Why? The degree of myopia is too low and has almost no impact on life?"
"She simply wants to be an intellectual."
Antonov has been practicing medicine all his life, and now the position provided by the state has a high income and benefits. He has never encountered such a patient. His eyes are only mildly short-sighted and he wants to wear glasses, as if just wearing glasses becomes knowledge.
Molecule. No, it’s because intellectuals study so hard that they wear out their glasses.
Of course, all this still needs to be decided by the patient himself.
"Comrade, if you are wearing glasses, you are an intellectual. I suggest you don't be like your husband."
"No." Yang Tao's refusal was very straightforward, even a little impatient. "Comrade doctor, actually I am also a doctor. We...we just flew to Tula early yesterday morning, not to mention that the country has to arrange a very important task for us. I am guerrilla
I studied with Belarusian medical professors at the team hospital, and I have performed thousands of clinical operations. Because I was too tired, I had some problems with my eyes."
"Is this true? I really can't tell."
How could Antonov believe the lies of a little girl? Looking at her small figure, if anyone believed that she was a wife, they would have to first examine whether her so-called husband complied with the law.
Not to be outdone, Star Tao kept wearing a coat, which not only covered her belly, but also her honor.
It is not surprising that a woman received the title of Hero of the Soviet Union and the Gold Star medal. The fact that Star Fruit had them really shocked the doctor.
Facing the doctor's shocked face, Yang Tao also made an unhappy gesture: "As you can see, I have been through many battles. In the future, I will obtain a legal medical certificate, I will study hard, and I will continue to perform surgeries in the future.
.In order to ensure everything is safe, I must see everything clearly."
"Okay. You are a very ambitious person. I understand."
Hospitals in Moscow are completely funded by financial allocations, and at most they charge patients a small amount of money for certain projects. Therefore, the state's allocations are calculated through medical documents one by one.
After Yang Mingzhi and his wife completed some statistics and enjoyed free medical care, they finally reached the most important part of the trip.
"Comrade doctor, when can we get our own glasses?"
"Soon, it will be our second hospital any time tomorrow, and it will still be me. You can just come to me tomorrow, but there is something I must explain."
"It's about the cost of making glasses."
"Since you understand, I'll tell you the truth. Comrade General, you must understand that the war is tense now, and the prices of many products have to increase, especially those related to the military. Glasses are just such items..."
Yang Mingzhi really didn't want to waste time. He really didn't know if this doctor thought he had no money.
"Just tell me how much two pairs of glasses cost."
"We charge different fees based on the functions. The total for both of us is three thousand rubles."
"What? So expensive?!"
"Yes, I'm really sorry, this is a hard and fast rule. Even if you are a general, unless..."
"I understand." Captain Larin, who had been silent for a long time, spoke up. "Our Ministry of Internal Affairs will reimburse the general on behalf of you. Contact your dean and I will negotiate personally."
"No need." Yang Mingzhi hurriedly stopped the restless captain, "I shouldn't be the one who violated the rules. The price of three thousand rubles is not raised by the hospital without authorization. I will pay the money now."
"Ah, then you have to go to the finance department. You are about to get off work now, so you must act quickly." The doctor said. (To be continued)