Great Power

"I only heard from teachers and they said about the use of furazolidine to treat gastritis, but it is the first time I know about gentamicin."

Zheng Fugui, who entered the room, had a pair of bright eyes. Zheng Jianguo shook his head and said, "Last time the fourth sister—the throat was sore and coughing and uncomfortable. You gave her gentamicin for two days. Note that her—the sickness is better, and the stomach—is no longer in pain."

Zheng Donghua had an upper respiratory tract infection when she entered the winter. Zheng Fugui prescribed gentamicin at the time. This is not to say that the barefoot doctor prescribes the right medicine after the diagnosis. At this time, everyone except some doctors in certain cities He didn’t have the ability to accurately prescribe the right medicine. As he said before, the teachers said that the treatment of gastritis with furazolidone belongs to the category of knowing what is happening and not knowing why. But when he heard such words, Zheng Fugui instantly appeared ecstatic. : "Good boy, worthy of my old Zheng's son, can you discover this?"

Zheng Fugui's culture is not high. What he wants to express is still so keen on observation. He just said that because of his poor expression. Zheng Jianguo followed with a bright smile and said: "Father, you never thought about four. Sister’s stomach trouble, why does it happen from time to time?"

"It relapses, and the gastritis can't be cured. It takes two days to take the medicine. If you don't take it, you may relapse."

Zheng Fugui’s voice carries inexplicable power, and his straightforward answer directly extinguished the popular science ideas that Zheng Jianguo had just come up with. He wanted to ask Dad where your confidence could not be cured, but he just remembered that it was caused by Helicobacter pylori. Stomach disease only accounts for less than four-fifths of all gastric patients. It seems that there is not much change after persuading the old man?

"The ones who have gone to school are different, what they see is the difference, that's-um, good!"

Zheng Jianguo was stunned, and Zheng Fugui continued to boast without any reservations, but because of the poor ink in his stomach, he only gave a good word evaluation after thinking about it, and Zheng Jianguo showed his shyness. A shy smile.

Zheng Donghua used gentamicin for two days to cure the gastritis. This allowed Zheng Jianguo to have a new understanding of the resistance to antibiotics in people’s body while he was busy. In his previous life, he said it was an emergency department. Director, in fact, as a township hospital, I don’t see a few severely ill patients all year round. Those who are really seriously ill either go to the upgraded Shanzhou People’s Hospital or go to the big city.

Those who can go to township hospitals to see a doctor are elderly people. In addition to the popularization of the Internet, the general public will see a doctor through the Internet. If they can’t, they can find a pharmacy and enter. ——The consequence of this is that the abuse of antibiotics leads to a surge in drug resistance and drug resistance in the human body. The most direct manifestation is that the medicine is the same as before, but the disease has not improved.

Zheng Jianguo’s performance made Zheng Fugui very happy. He didn’t even say much when he saw that he failed the course. The next day he took him to the ancestral grave after the village, and he even said about it: "Father, mother. , Grasshopper has grown up, and there is no learning in vain. It is better than my dad. I was pushing a dung truck behind his ass at the time, and he could see the way from Sinier’s illness. , You have to bless him underground, bless him to live a hundred years, and give the old Zheng family glory to the ancestor~"

The 1.7-meter Zheng Fugui was not tall. He knelt and stood up in front of two bare graves, turned around and said: "Graddle, come and kowtow to your grandparents——"

Looking at the two tomb bags that don’t even have a monument, Zheng Jianguo no longer remembers the appearance of these two old people. He knelt down according to the old man’s words and then kowtowed. He looked at him holding a small stick and picking up the burning paper money. Looking at the people in the cemetery in the distance, the Sanlibao brigade is about to celebrate the new year, so it is time for their ancestors to celebrate the new year.

After the ancestors finished cleaning, the countdown to this year was also entered. Zheng Fugui set up a big iron pot in the yard, took the third sister and the fourth sister to prepare the oil. The fish with the head removed was chopped into large pieces and used again. The only seasonings are marinated, and the oil in the pan is boiled and the batter is put in it and then fried.

Little sister Du took the eldest sister and the second sister in the kitchen to cut and mix them. The minced pork and radish were mixed together to form meatballs, which can be kept for a long time after being fried. This is the future half. During the month, the whole family’s meals were all in full swing.

When the whole family was busy, Zheng Jianguo was not idle either. He listened to the sound of firecrackers coming from outside from time to time. He took a pen and looked at the book while writing on the book. There are not many homework during winter vacation, but he arranged for himself. I made a huge homework: copy "Xu Guozhang English" again.

"Brother Fugui——"

As he was quickly writing in his notebook, a man whose forehead looked like a chicken coop appeared in Zheng Jianguo’s sight. He held something in his hand and reached the side of Zheng Fugui next to the oil pan. He looked at him and said, "This is owed last year. The medicine money, this will be the Chinese New Year soon——"

"Dadong, this year your family of six talents settled less than 58 yuan, and the medicine money is not in a hurry—"

Zheng Fugui turned around and looked at the direction of the kitchen, and his voice gradually became inaudible. Zheng Jianguo blinked and lowered his head and began to copy books. This year's Sanlibao brigade had a good harvest. After deducting the food rations, every member can have Ten yuan, but this is a lot of money, but if you remove the account like the one from the outside who came to pay for the medicine, the family can have very little balance, and they have to deal with the expenses in the next year. Count on this money.

The man turned and left, and Xiaomei Du’s voice came from the kitchen: “No wonder people say that every dog ​​slaughter is the only one who takes the initiative to pay back this year, right? Other people, I looked at the couplet long ago. After it’s posted, I won’t ask them for the New Year’s Eve right away. You have to mention a few words after the New Year’s Eve, or they might even think of us as idiots.

"Good, good~"

Zheng Fugui was busy dealing with it. Zheng Jianguo, who was working on his homework in the room, got up and closed the door. The old account was probably not even remembered by him. He accumulated from a few cents to a few cents a year. At this time, it has become a large number, so whenever the Chinese New Year is time, my grievances erupt.

Chicken, duck, fish dumplings and firecrackers. Naturally, I dare not put the memorial tablet. There is no fruit at the table. Under the watch of the newly invited chairman's portrait, a family of seven sits around a kerosene lamp and eats New Year’s Eve dinner. The six figures at the table were dragged by an appointment.

In previous memories, Zheng Jianguo recalled the Spring Festival in his childhood. The New Year’s Eve dinner in his memory was so delicious, but when his wish came true, he felt that this year was too poor, no electricity and no internet. There was no newspaper or broadcast on TV. After eating and drinking enough to wait for the whole family to wash up and go to bed, he wrote and rushed to the borrowed English book, which is how he sent Bingchen away to usher in the Year of the Ding Si Snake.

Zheng Jianguo’s English is not good. In his previous life, he didn’t have a close contact with English until he got on the computer system in the hospital and the input method used for typing. He couldn’t find the legendary self-study series at this moment. Things were regarded as the first task. Except for visiting relatives on the first and second day of the Lunar New Year with the father and mother for a New Year’s greetings, the whole family did not participate in the temple fair at other times. Zheng Fugui and Du Xiaomei were very worried.

Fortunately, as he finished copying the book, Zheng Jianguo quickly returned to normal. After getting up in the morning, he started running laps around the village. When someone asked, he said that he used to walk as an exercise in school every day. It's over, I'm going to get used to the school in advance.

Spring blossomed, everything was revived, and the drizzle fell before the start of the sting. Zheng Jianguo did not expect to encounter a drizzle on the first day of school. He watched the brand new yellow rubber shoes on his feet. What he bought, matched with green pants and a blue long coat, already had the taste of a city person.

The drizzle is not a hindrance. Because of Zheng Fugui's status as a barefoot doctor, the rain gear at home is still complete. Although the umbrella has been repaired many times, Zheng Jianguo took it from Du Xiaomei, held it up and went into the rain: "Mother, I'm leaving. ."

"Slow down on the road and avoid the car."

Du Xiaomei exhorted twice, Zheng Jianguo turned and stepped on the muddy ground and walked on the village road. The rain did not diminish all night, and he even felt comfortable when he struck his face with patters. Of course, this was when he had not stepped on the mud. Only after a night of soaking, the mud road is already rotten, and the section from the village road to the highway is covered with yellow mud on both feet.

When he came to the roadside and rubbed the trees clean, Zheng Jianguo remembered the benefits of the concrete road. Unfortunately, it would take more than ten years for the concrete road in his memory to appear at the earliest. So he put his schoolbag in front of his chest and went to the school. The ocean-like campus frowned, and remembered what the library teacher had said, and remembered that he was nervous about the agreement he had made with others at that time. He actually forgot about it.

"Teacher, do you have any information left by the teacher in the library? It's about the mathematics, physics and chemistry series, what is your message to Zheng Jianguo."

Walking to the reception room next to the small half of the railroad track, Zheng Jianguo knocked on the door and looked at the three or four teachers inside. He saw how many people you see, I see you, Qi Qi shook his head: "No, library Cui The teacher didn't say anything, I saw her go in before."

"Oh, thanks!"

Zheng Jianguo was obviously relieved as he thought. At that time, Mr. Cui said that it was gone ten years ago, so it is not easy to find it for a while, and he walked briskly to the classroom. As if entering the vegetable market, men and women were chatting in groups of three to five, and he remembered that there should be no one who hasn’t finished writing homework at the moment. Everyone had no pressure and hadn’t seen each other for a month. They had a good relationship. It's just opening the chatterbox.

Taking out the English book that had been with him for a month from his schoolbag, Zheng Jianguo stopped when he passed Kou Yang's seat, and put his hands in front of her seat: "Thank you, I hope it didn't delay your reading."

"you have seen?"

After a year, Kou Yang's floral quilted jacket turned into a light blue gown, two thick black braids slumped on his shoulders, his little white face lifted the ballpoint pen between his fingers and rolled and flew, Zheng Jianguo looked at her The slender fingers nodded: "Well, I've seen it, thank you."

"seen it already?"

The thin willow eyebrows raised. Kou Yang hadn’t finished saying that Zheng Jianguo had already lifted his foot. Zhao Nan craned his neck to read the title of the book, and subconsciously said, “Can this guy understand this?”