Late at night, the Provincial and Hong Kong General Hospital is located in the big world. The dedicated doctors and nurses are still busy. This is the only "Australian-style" hospital on the mainland, with extremely rare electric lighting in Guangzhou, and the lights stay on all night.
With the continuous success of modern drug reproduction, the reputation of this hospital has become more and more famous, with countless people visiting it every day. Not only are patients with various difficult and complicated diseases coming from the Pearl River Delta region, but there are also patients from as far away as Guangxi. There were even wealthy families who came from Jiangnan and the capital for treatment.
As a result, the Provincial and Hong Kong General Hospital inevitably followed the path of the old Big Mac hospital, occupying more and more space and providing more and more beds. In order to fill the hospital with medical staff, an attached health school was It is also constantly devouring the space of the big world.
Although the space of the Big World is not so tight, it is still a commercial complex after all, and it is somewhat illegal to put a hospital here. Moreover, the number of people queuing up to register also affects the overall atmosphere of the commercial street. Therefore, Deng Platinum recently came to Guangzhou for investigation and planned to move the general hospital to a more suitable place and expand the size of the affiliated health school by two or three times.
Lin Motian, who had been spinning like a top all day, finally returned to his desk - he was off work, but there were still some documents on hand that needed to be reviewed by the dean himself. Fortunately, the Provincial and Hong Kong General Hospital has a very capable chief administrator, Li Mo, who rescued Lin Motian from the heavy hospital work, allowing him to concentrate on medical work. Otherwise, just the administrative work of this giant hospital would be enough to crush him.
Looking at the stack of notes pressed with paperweights on the table, he felt a little helpless, "I'm asking for help again, but it's not okay if I don't help..."
The first note I picked up was a request for help.
Guangzhou has just been settled, and everything is waiting to be done. Various agencies under the city government say they have rules, but they don't have rules. They say they don't have rules, but they don't have no rules at all. They are much better than when they first entered the city. This was a request from a naturalized civilian cadre to Lin Motian with a note written for him by a certain leader. Lin Motian, who was extremely busy, finally found time to give instructions.
Lin Motian rolled his neck, picked up the pen and paper and started flying around. At this moment, a little girl's head poked in from the door and said to Lin Motian: "Chief, Chief Huang from the Health Bureau asked me. It’s important.”
Lin Motian, whose butt was still hot from sitting, stood up again, holding the approval note with just a few words written on it in his hand, and followed the little girl out.
The next day, Section Chief Huang, who returned to the Health Bureau, flipped through the documents he brought back from Lin Motian, and a piece of paper floated down. Section Chief Huang bent down and picked it up. It seemed to be the handiwork of veteran Lin Motian, and it read: "The cadres of your department are dedicated to their work and are very effective. Now."
"What is this?" Section Chief Huang looked at this half of the comment. Monk Zhang Er was confused, but it was difficult to ask. As a result, the approval slip for a certain cadre disappeared without a trace.
Dongguan Tea Mountain has a deep courtyard. A middle-aged man in his thirties stared blankly at the leaves withering in the cold wave for an hour. The servants at home did not dare to disturb him. After a long while, he moved his lips and murmured: "First, Mr. Xuandu (Deng Yunxiao) died out of anger. Unexpectedly, after traveling for several years, Quanren (Chen Xuequan) died young. He was only three years older than me. . The thieves invaded the city, and Qisi (Wang Yunguang, the magistrate of Dongguan County) also committed suicide to serve the country..."
The person who expressed his lament was none other than Zhang Mu. Zhang Mu, courtesy name Erqi and nickname Muzhi, was after Zhang Jiuling, the prime minister of the Tang Dynasty. His father, Zhang Shiyu, was promoted to the magistrate in the thirteenth year of Wanli and was appointed magistrate of Bobai County, Guangxi. When Zhang Mu was born, his father was over sixty years old. When he had a son in old age, he naturally loved him more. Because of his rich family, Zhang Mu admired Xinling for twelve years, held Pu Pu for thirteen divisions, and rode and shot for fifteen years. Son, the BMW is always on the road, and there are many guests in Hengmen, all of whom are husbands in spirit. When I was young, I studied in Luofu Mountain with my friends, drank from the stone spring, and lay in the spring smoke. "I was drunk and dreamed of sleeping under the plum blossom moon. I returned from the lotus leaf boat after being tired from traveling. The red light reflected in the night was colorless, and the Yunyao pearl tree was hidden for three days." That was What a pleasure.
In the sixth year of Chongzhen (1633), he resolutely crossed the mountains and headed north, hoping to establish a frontier fortress. Some of his teachers and friends wanted to recommend him to Yang Sichang, the governor of Shanhaiguan, but failed for some reason. So he traveled to Jingchu, Hunan, Jiangxi, Suzhou and Hangzhou. Over the past few years, he enjoyed the beautiful mountains and rivers, and was used to seeing wars and wars everywhere and people living in dire straits. Unexpectedly, when I returned home, I heard that the Kun bandits suddenly launched an attack and had occupied Guangdong and Guangxi. After patrolling Jiangxi for several months, they had to return to Suzhou and Hangzhou. After many twists and turns, they recently returned to Dongguan by sea ship. Who wants to see each other for several years, so there will be many deaths and mourning, and one can't help but feel sad about it.
Returning to the study, Zhang Mu looked up and saw a calligraphy and painting on the wall. It was "Gift to Zhang Muzhi" given to him by Kuang Lu. It was written in cursive script, with flying and dancing handwriting and vigorous and powerful strokes. It was truly a masterpiece. The poem goes: "The setting sun in the west wind hangs high teeth, and Zhang Lang's poems and grasses are named Jianhua. Ancient divine objects are not easy to come by, which makes me sigh again and again. Jun Jun's hands are still serious, and the calligraphy and painting are all playful. In the past, Rangju Yun Bao Tao, but Sun Yang wrote Long Ji. If you don't see Huaiyin begging for food and sending it to the floating mother, the soldiers will play the flute to Wu City. Heroes in ancient times have lost their way so many times, so Ren Gong stopped fishing and returned to Cangzhou. I will never die with the elixir."
"I wonder what happened to that old boy Zhanruo (Kang Lu)." Zhang Mu thought to himself. He heard that after he went north, Kuang Lu offended Nanhai County Magistrate Huang Xiyin and fled to Guangxi. Unfortunately, it was difficult to write letters abroad, so he didn't know where he was. Otherwise, it must be a pleasure to travel together with close friends hand in hand.
Thinking of this, Zhang Mu felt a little comfort in his heart. He immediately laid out rice paper on the desk, ordered his boy to study ink, and wrote "When I arrived at Jiashan, there were many deaths and many deaths, I wrote a poem to encourage myself." The poem said: "After five years of birth, In troubled times, wealth will not last forever. In poverty and lowliness, all kinds of things are hard. It is easy to return to poverty, but it is not easy to stay in wealth. Looking back, the body is getting lighter, and everything is like chaff. The teachers and friends I admire, the sages and saints. There is an ancient saying in the West. Buddha, I wish that my power will spread in all directions. I am my master of the Buddhist family, and I have preached it very clearly. With sincerity and faith, I emerged from the lotus room. The five colors are like the cover of a car, bathing with fragrant light. The dust and sand look like pearls and jade, and the earth is full of seven treasures. Emperor The tree line is beautiful, the wind is full of reeds and reeds. Luan and crane can sing a hundred sounds, sarcastic and cheerful. There is no cold or hot weather, and the heart is salty and cool. Good things are far away from the good deeds, and the killings compete with each other. The old man forgets the date of his return, and is willing to be with him. Grudge dealer.”
After finishing writing, suddenly a young boy came outside and reported: "Master, Master Su Yulin has invited me."
"Su Guansheng? We don't have much contact with him on weekdays. What does he want from me? Where are you going?" Zhang Mu was a little surprised.
The boy said: "I didn't say anything, I just said I was at Yan'an in Huangcun."
There were no temples in Huangcun, Dongguan. Historically, there was a famous Ji'an Temple, which was the place where monk Daodu preached Buddhism. Monk Daodu, nicknamed Kongyin, was born in Nanhai, Guangdong, and was a descendant of the thirty-third generation of Caodong Sect. He successively lived in Huangyan Temple in Lushan Mountain, Jie'an Temple in Dongguan, Huashoutai in Luofu Mountain, and Haizhuang Temple in Guangzhou. He died in Jie'an Temple in Dongguan. . Jie'an was built by Monk Daodu and Natural Monk (Zeng Qixin) after they returned to Guangdong. However, Monk Daodu was still at Jinlun Peak of Mount Lu at this time. Originally, he should have returned to Guangzhou in 1640 at the invitation of Chen Zizhuang, Li Suiqiu and others. , due to the arrival of the Senate, there is a big question mark as to whether Monk Daodu will come back.
The so-called Yan'an is a practice place built by Li Yunlong, Yuan Chonghuan's staff in this time and space, who traveled to Dongguan after becoming a monk.
More than ten kilometers away, in Wanjiazhu (today's Toufang, Wanjiang Village), an ordinary family lived in a dull atmosphere.
The mother at home was ill in bed, and the son was bringing some white tablet medicine to his mother with a bowl of water. This was sulfonamide that he got from the newly opened Runshitang in the city. Previously, the family had invited the best old Chinese doctor in the county to see a doctor, and the medicine he prescribed had to use some original crickets as the medicine. Who could get this? I could only grab a pair of crickets at random. It was obvious that the medicine was boiled. Drinking the dark liquid that came out had no effect. So he could only place his hope in the Australian Runshitang. They said that this sulfonamide was the Australian panacea. Although it could not bring the dead back to life, it was said that most diseases could be cured by taking it.
But something was wrong with the current situation. Sulfa had been used several times, but the mother's condition still did not improve, and the whole family was anxious. My son had to spend a lot of money to ask Dr. Kun to go to the clinic for treatment. The doctor took a new stethoscope and listened here and there. After asking about the medical history, he sighed and shook his head.
The son was extremely filial and knelt down and begged: "Doctor, I know that the medical skills of the Song Dynasty are wonderful and wonderful. There must be some way to save him, right?"
The doctor took out a prescription, scrawled a prescription and handed it to him. He said mysteriously: "The sulfonamide I can prescribe is the earliest variety of dapsamide from Lingao Pharmaceutical Factory. Its efficacy is not very reliable. If you have a way to get this medicine from the Provincial and Hong Kong General Hospital, maybe you can be saved."
The son took the prescription and saw it read: "One penicillin (10,000 units)."
After sending the doctor away with many thanks, the son couldn't help but think that perhaps only Chief Du could help.
"Jiayu, Jiayu..." Suddenly there was a shout from outside the door, accompanied by knocks on the door.
"Shi Bao, take care of mother, and I'll open the door." Zhang Jiayu said to his young sister.
"Sir!" The door opened with a "squeak", and Zhang Jiayu shouted to the visitor in surprise. The visitor was about forty years old, and it was Lin Wei, Zhang Jiayu's former master. At Lin Tiao's place, Zhang Jiayu focused on the "Book of Changes" in order to participate in the imperial examination. By the way, he also studied military books such as "Three Strategies of Huangshi Gong", "New Book of Ji Xiao", "Military Bei Zhi", "Military Plans" and "Artifact Manual".
Lin Biao looked around carefully, entered the house, closed the door, and said to Zhang Jiayu, "Jiayu, I heard that you came back from Guangzhou. Have you ever been made trouble by Kun... the Australians?"
Zhang Jiayu was a little absent-minded and replied: "Australians are busy with government affairs and will not make things difficult for me, an unknown person. I originally wanted to go to Guangzhou to broaden my horizons and join the scholar's society in the city, but I didn't expect the Australians to come in."
