There is Room for Rebirth in the 1950’s

On weekends, there are especially many patients in the TCM clinic of the city hospital, especially the old patients who come after hearing the news.

It is different from western medicine's treatment of symptoms but not the cause.

The traditional Chinese medicine doctor who has been off for a few years is still a favorite of the older generations, especially the old doctor who has a childlike appearance and his little apprentice who walked out of the painting.

——Acupuncture and moxibustion in that hand, coupled with a few pieces of Chinese medicine, are really effective.

The only pity is that the master and apprentice of the family only sit in the clinic for one day a week, and occasionally there will be an emergency room hanging up at the door for a long pause.

According to internal sources, this is a patient who is in a hurry to undergo surgery and needs the assistance of the master and apprentice pair. Others say that an official in the inpatient department asked them to pass.

In short, they have their own words, so the old patients who can register can be grateful, and at the same time, they can't help asking if the pair of masters and disciples can open the clinic more than one day a week.

If the old doctor is not there, the little doctor will do.Young people shouldn't work hard, how can they be fishing for three days and drying the net for two days?

Similar problems often appear as patients recover over time.Especially Zhou Jiao's second senior brother Dong Zhichao, as the dean, is even more troublesome.

His junior sister has made a pseudonym for Zhou Qiao, but it cannot be changed to be the same person.He can't let her give up her high position and come to her own hands.

If it works, he, the dean, can do it for her.

Although he thought so, it did not prevent him from complaining.

When it was about to get off work at noon, Dong Zhichao ran to the outpatient clinic specially. He finally sighed after waiting for a pair of master and apprentice to send the last patient away.

"Little Junior Sister, you don’t know how embarrassed your brother is for me. Today someone asked me if the treatment for you was too low? The medical school also asked me to persuade the uncle, he does not go to class, you as him Should the old man’s only, personally passed, closed disciple help the old man?"

"That old man Dong is so terrible. He has been looking for me two days and a half, saying that he is my uncle, and I am the unfilial son of the Dong family, and I can't hold my head up when I scold him."

"Little Junior Sister, how about I find some doctors to help you..."

Zhou Jiao looked at him with a faint smile, and decisively interrupted: "Brother, are you shivering me? Don't think I don't know how many elder doctors in this hospital are unknowable."

Dong Zhichao stretched out his hands helplessly, "What can I do! Those patients will fancy you and Uncle Master. They say you get an injection and the medicine will cure the disease."

Zhou Jiao gave him a dumbfounded look, and then said righteously: "That is a psychological effect."

Elder Hu touched his snow-white beard and looked at his proud apprentice with a smile. He interrupted his nephew who was still talking, "Okay, you are so careful that she doesn't dare to go to the hospital."

When Dong Zhichao heard this, he said with joy.Compared with the big brother, the younger sister can still trust him.I didn't look at this time, but I didn't choose the military hospital of my big brother.

"I have asked your master to transfer two young disciples to help. As for the old man Dong, just ignore him. He has seen it well and wants to pull everything at him.

I don't want to think that I haven't taught anyone in his life, so why do you go?Let those bastards memorize hundreds of books like your junior sisters?

Jiaojiao will definitely not be able to go. If you can't hide it, tell him the truth.When the weather gets cold, I don't plan to let her come here often."

Dong Zhichao nodded in agreement.Needless to say, I don't want to think that the uncle is so old, and he still comes to see him in the winter. It would be terrible if he fell.

"Little girl, get out, I guess that brat will come over too."

Zhou Jiao pursed her lips and smiled, "Master, let's go to the streets together."

Doctor Hu waved his hand unhappily, "No! I've already made an appointment with some stinky old men for afternoon tea."

"Little Junior Sister, go quickly, Xiao Wu should be here." Dong Zhichao finished speaking, and smiled curtly at Doctor Hu. "Uncle Master, can you take me?"

"What are you going for? Your father is there."

"I am not afraid of him if you are always there."

"Fuck! I want to use Laozi again."

Zhou Jiao carried her bag and waved at them amusedly and left.

As expected, not far from the gate, Zhang Guoqing leaned against the car door, chatting with his mother-in-law from time to time, while staring at the door without turning his eyes.

Zhou Jiao's eyes lit up when she saw this, and she trot there quickly.

"Mom, Jiaojiao is here." Zhang Guoqing just finished speaking and stepped forward to greet him, with a complaining tone, "What anxiously, I am waiting here."

"I'm afraid you have been waiting for a long time."

"Silly daughter-in-law! Get in the car, I'll take you and mom to have a good meal."

Miao Lishan got into the car and heard her son-in-law's words. She looked at her daughter with a smile on her face, "Are you hungry? I brought you some snacks, so you can comfort your stomach."

When Zhou Jiao saw that she was about to open the pastry box, she shook her head, "I'm not hungry now, so I'll have dinner together later. Mom, my master gave me some remittance vouchers. You can buy enough in the afternoon."

Miao Lishan suddenly said with joy, opened the shoulder bag on her body, revealing a thick stack of remittance coupons, grabbed one side and stuffed it into her hand.

Zhou Jiao looked at it—there were many types, including food stamps, cloth tickets, rice tickets, meat tickets, oil tickets, sugar tickets, and various industrial product tickets.

Except for the sporadic small denominations, the others are 100 yuan or 200 yuan denominations with a deadline of one year.

"Don't you ask where it came from? There are fifteen thousand here."

Zhou Jiao smiled noncommitantly, "Did cousin let Heizi pass the letter?"

Miao Lishan gave her a disappointed look, "You're smart! If you knew you were listening to Xiaowu, let me coax you with a few copies. I'll read it later."

Zhou Jiao didn't rush to read the letter either. Just looking at her mother's smile, she knew that Miao Tianming was doing well abroad.

"Xiao Lei remitted ten thousand U.S. dollars. Secretly to the exchange rate, Heizi took more than 15,700 cash and remittance coupons. I wanted to give him a fraction, but he didn't want to live or die.

The child is honest, saying that Xiao Lei also sent him a thousand yuan.Later, Xiao Wu said that his child was about to be born, don't be wronged by the child, and gave him more than 700 remittance coupons."

Zhou Jiao nodded when she heard this.

"Xiao Lei said in the letter that your uncles asked if it would be convenient to send me pocket money every month? He felt that it was inappropriate, so he might as well give him the money, and he would invest together.

The child has grown up and thought about issues well."

Seeing her with emotion, Zhou Jiao said yes with a laugh.

Ten thousand dollars in pocket money every month?Sure enough, it is the rich and powerful Miao family.It is estimated that her mother was moved again, but fortunately the other party was not malicious, otherwise she would have a headache again.

"But I have to reply to him and say that I can't take any pocket money. I'm not a kid, and my grandchildren are so old. How can I ask for pocket money."

"I have no shortage of money. This is the remittance voucher. By the way, where did your master get the remittance voucher?" There is room for rebirth in the 1950s.