In the middle of speaking, Director Yang suddenly realized that it no longer hurt. He shook his waist and it didn't hurt either.

"Xiao Zhang, thank you so much! Your medical skills are amazing! I saw so many doctors, and you still cured me." Director Yang grinned happily.

"Director, you are not completely healed yet! You lie down first, and I will put a plaster on you."

Zhang Yan dug out a spoonful of plaster from the ceramic jar, spread it evenly on the roving, then lit the alcohol lamp and baked the plaster.

"Xiao Zhang, is this the plaster you made?"

"Yes, this is a secret plaster passed down from my family. It is specially used to treat waist and leg pain, sciatica, frozen shoulder, and cervical spondylosis. One plaster is applied for three days, and three plasters constitute one course of treatment. Your disease requires two courses.

This is to ensure that there will be no recurrence.

But we have agreed in advance that today’s plaster is for trial use and there is no charge. Next time you apply plaster, you will have to pay.

Thirty cents per plaster, even if you are the director of the factory." Zhang Yan said half-jokingly while baking the plaster.

"I just saw Lao Miao preparing medicine outside. Is this the plaster that she is making?

Well, thirty cents a sticker is not expensive!"

"Yes! I still have to study here, and when a patient comes, I have to treat the patient. So I just gave him the recipe and asked him to take Xiaoliang and the others to make the plaster."

"Xiao Zhang, are you just going to hand over this ancestral secret recipe to someone else?" Director Yang looked at Zhang Yan in surprise, as if he was looking at a prodigal son.

What is the ancestral secret recipe?

That is passed on from male to female, and from daughter-in-law to son-in-law.

"What's the point? No matter what kind of secret recipe, it has only one purpose, to cure diseases and save people. Otherwise, if I hide it, what's the use of having more secret recipes?" Zhang Yan said calmly.

In fact, there are many prescriptions handed down from our ancestors to deal with various diseases, such as those for treating asthma, treating high blood pressure, treating diabetes, treating cardiovascular disease, etc.

However, many good prescriptions have been locked in safes by those capitalists and pharmaceutical factory owners and refused to take them out.

I cherish my broom very much.

It's a sin!

"Xiao Zhang's consciousness is so high! He is worthy of being a talent cultivated by our army!" Director Yang said with emotion.

"Okay, Director Yang, before the two courses of treatment are completed, you must pay attention to rest and avoid catching cold." Zhang Yan applied the baked plaster to Director Yang and gave him medical instructions.

"Thank you, Xiao Zhang!" Director Yang stood up and got dressed.

It is late autumn and early winter now, and even though we are indoors, it is still quite cold.

After getting dressed, Director Yang was not in a hurry to leave. Instead, he sat on a chair and chatted with Zhang Yan.

"Xiao Zhang! How is the house going?"

"Director Zhou from the street approved a piece of land, which was a courtyard in the original Baylor Mansion. The place is not small and can be used to build a small courtyard."

"That's good. If you have any difficulties, you must report them to me in time. You can also report to Dean Liang.

The rolling mill is your solid backing.

Regarding the building of an operating room, President Liang reported to me. I also want to build an operating room for our Red Star Hospital. This hospital doesn’t even have an operating room. Isn’t this a joke?

However, we must also understand the country's difficulties. Nowadays, everything is wasted and waiting for something new, and foreign exchange is used everywhere.

So, Xiao Zhang! You should overcome it more.

For example, you are a very good Chinese medicine practitioner!

I heard that you used traditional Chinese medicine to treat a worker's fracture yesterday. Isn't that great?

This shows that the medical skills passed down by our ancestors are still very useful."

Director Yang talked a lot, with only one purpose, which was to comfort Zhang Yan, fearing that he would run away in anger.

In the past, Director Yang would never have been so interested in a young doctor. He was the director of a large state-owned factory and a serious department-level cadre.

What is Zhang Yan?

Even if he is a retired military doctor.

No, he is still a little doctor.

However, things are different now. Director Yang has personally experienced Zhang Yan’s medical skills. The lumbar spondylosis that he had not cured for so many years was cured all of a sudden. What is this?

Baby!

Must stay.

This is what Director Yang really thinks now.

"How much money do you need for your small yard? Go back and borrow money directly from the finance department. I have already made an agreement with the finance department." Director Yang chatted for a while before leaving. Before leaving, he did not forget to ask Zhang Yan to borrow money from the finance department.

"Thank you, director, for being so busy and still thinking about me." Zhang Yan sent Director Yang out of the infirmary with gratitude.

After Director Yang came back from the infirmary, he still felt a little uneasy.

Such a doctor with medical skills, thoughtfulness, and awareness must not be let go.

The infirmary in the factory is, to put it mildly, called a hospital, but in fact, it is not even as good as a township health clinic.

Why leave people behind?

Talented people are sought after everywhere.

No, we have to think of a way.

Director Yang got up and went to Secretary Wang's office and knocked on the door.

"Secretary, are you busy?"

"Jicheng is here, knock on any door and just come in!" Secretary Wang saw Factory Director Yang, stood up and greeted with a smile.

Secretary Wang is the serious leader of the factory and represents the country.

Director Yang was originally an apprentice in a steel rolling mill and worked his way up to the position of workshop director. Later he participated in the revolution. After the founding of the People's Republic of China, because he was familiar with the employer, he was assigned to the steel rolling mill as the director.

"Secretary, I came to report something to you."

"Well, Yang Jicheng, you and I are still doing this. If anything happens, we can discuss it." Secretary Wang enthusiastically made a cup of tea for Director Yang.

"It's about Dr. Zhang from our medical office."

"What's wrong with Dr. Zhang? I heard that he is very serious and responsible at work. Yesterday I heard Xiao Zhao from the loading and unloading team praising Dr. Zhang." Secretary Wang didn't know what Director Yang meant, but he was still very fond of Zhang Yan.

maintained.

Zhang Yan was from his old army and came from the four fields, so he was a member of the same line.

Must be maintained.

Who is Director Yang? An apprentice worker can become the workshop director. He is an absolute talent.

He immediately heard that Secretary Wang had misunderstood and started to protect the calf again.

He didn't argue, just smiled and said: "Dr. Zhang, you are very good.

No, I just went to the medical office. I heard that he can do massage, so I asked him to give me a massage to relieve my back pain.

As a result, guess what?"

Factory Director Yang gave up and stopped mid-sentence, taking a sip of tea from the teacup.

"Secretary, did you buy this high-end bag from Zhang Yiyuan? This fragrance is authentic!"

"You Yang Jicheng, why are you trying to keep me secret? If you want to drink this tea, go get some later." Secretary Wang scolded with a smile.

"I'm not trying to show off, Secretary, look at my waist!" Director Yang stood up proudly and shook his head, "Okay!"

"It's done? How to cure it?" Secretary Wang and Factory Director Yang are old partners, so they naturally know that Director Yang's waist has been injured and he suffers from pain all the time.

"Xiao Zhang cured it for me! Only now do I know why the old saying goes, a good body has a good waist. Now that the pain in my back is gone, I can walk with strength. I can go up to the third floor in one breath without any effort at all."

Director Yang couldn't help but start crooking the building again.

"That's right, for us men, if our waists are not in good condition, the joy of life will be reduced by half.

Congratulations!

Now that your waist is healed, you can enjoy the fun of life. Shouldn't you treat me to a guest?" Secretary Wang knew that Director Yang was too excited, so he followed his words and teased.

"That's necessary! We must treat guests! In the evening, I paid for it myself and asked Master Yu to arrange a table for the secretary to please." Yang Jicheng suffered from back pain for too long and did not notice that Secretary Wang's car had already entered the highway.ъìqυgΕtv.

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"I think it's okay. Let's call a few other comrades and let's have some fun together." Secretary Wang said with a smile.

Good guy, this building has been completely screwed up by two factory leaders.

"Secretary, I know that you have good wine hidden in your cabinet. You should take it out for us to try tonight."

"Well, Yang Jicheng, I know you care about my good wine."

"Maotai! This is the national guest wine. I heard that Mr. Zhou always uses Maotai when entertaining foreign guests."

"Okay! I'll take out a bottle tonight to save you guys from worrying about it all the time." Yang Jicheng got rid of the torture of back pain, and he was also happy for his partner.

The two people walked farther and farther on the fork in the road.
To be continued...