Zhang Yan was really afraid that Zhang Fusheng would do anything randomly and to make face, he would randomly give up his work.

He can do this.

In order to make him obedient, Zhang Yan could only tell him his plans in advance.

You really can't do anything about work.

This is different from Chinese medicine apprentices. Pharmaceutical masters and apprentices who take medicine are all quotas in the clan.

In other words, Zhang Fuxi and the others are now workers at the Hongxing Hospital of the steel rolling mill.

However, after they retire, their work cannot be passed on to their children, but must be returned to the tribe, and the tribe will arrange successors uniformly.

Before Zhang Fuxi and the others came, they had already explained this to them in advance.

As for whether you can guarantee that the fifth master will be implemented in the end, it depends on whether the fifth master or the successor patriarch has that prestige.

When he returned to Hongxing Hospital, there were not many patients in the afternoon, so Zhang Yan simply came to the pharmacy production workshop.

He promised Director Liang that the medicinal wine should be made.

"Director Zhang, what are your instructions?" Seeing Zhang Yan, Miao Dazhuang came up with a wry smile.

Nowadays, Miao Dazhuang feels very comfortable.

There are ten more pharmacy makers working under his command, each of whom is experienced.

There are twenty general workers in the miscellaneous work.

He just needs to direct others to do work and complete the tasks assigned by Zhang Yan.ъìqυgΕtv.℃ǒΜ

"I'm going to make a few medicinal wines as a side job in our Red Star Hospital." Zhang Yan said with a smile.

"Director Zhang, what kind of medicinal wine do you plan to make? Leave it to me. I will make the medicinal materials myself." Miao Dazhuang patted his chest and promised.

"First soak in three kinds of medicinal bars, one is Shi Guogong's medicinal wine, one is Qi Ju Di Huang wine, and one is tiger bone wine." Zhang Yan handed the prescription to Miao Dazhuang.

"Director Zhang, do you actually have the recipe for Shi Guogong's medicinal wine?" Miao Dazhuang asked in surprise.

"What's wrong? This recipe for Shi Guogong's medicinal wine is very precious?"

"Oh, my Dean Zhang!

This is more than precious!

This Shi Guogong medicinal wine is a real secret recipe in the palace. In the folk, Shi Guogong medicinal wine is sold in Baita Temple Pharmacy. "Miao Dazhuang gave Zhang Yan a popular science on the preciousness of Shi Guogong medicinal wine.

"Haha, there is nothing strange about treating rheumatoid arthritis and strengthening muscles and bones. I still have a lot of such prescriptions in my hands, but there is no need to take them out for the time being."

“Director Zhang is still you are awesome.

The prescriptions that you take out can be regarded as a treasure in the store before liberation and can support a century-old pharmacy." Miao Dazhuang was convinced by Zhang Yan.

"This is not before the founding of the country. It's useless to keep these things. It's better to take them out and save people." Zhang Yan said with a smile.

However, Miao Dazhuang's words reminded him that he had to register a patent and could not afford small notebooks or small sticks.

"However, you are aware of it!" Miao Dazhuang said flatteringly.

"Okay, don't praise me anymore. If you praise me again, you will be proud." Zhang Yan said with a smile, "Look at the Chinese medicine needed on the prescription, take the time to let the procurement department go.

Buy."

"Director Zhang, it's okay to say anything else. It's this tiger bone, and I'm afraid it's a bit difficult. Although we can buy tiger bones in Sijiu City, there are not many."

"I understand. You can prepare something else about tiger bones first, and I'll find a way." Zhang Yan said with a smile.

"Okay, then there is no problem." Miao Dazhuang ran to sort out the medicinal materials with a smile.

"After you prepare the medicinal materials, take them to the hospital." Zhang Yan explained to Miao Dazhuang, turned around and prepared to leave the pharmaceutical workshop.

"Director Zhang, how can you take out the prescription?" Zhang Fuxi ran out after Zhang Yan and whispered.

"Uncle Xi, when you are not at work, just call me Yanzi." Zhang Yan said with a smile.

"Yanzi, do you know how precious this prescription is? Back then, Zhang Jiayu almost fought with Heyantang for two prescriptions." Zhang Fuxi looked at Zhang Yan with an expression of looking at the prodigal son.

"Haha, Mr. Xi, times have changed. In the future, not only pharmacies or traditional Chinese medicine clinics, but also other small workshops will become national.

It’s useless for us to hide the prescription.

People have to look at the long term. I feel it is worth it to change more employment quotas for Zhangjiayu with these dozen or twenty prescriptions." Zhang Yan explained with a smile.

"This..." Zhang Fuxi really couldn't refute this, after all, ten of them were the beneficiaries of these prescriptions.

"Don't worry, Mr. Xi, I'm not stupid.

Let me tell you! When I was in the army, I became a master. He is a master of traditional Chinese medicine. Not only did he teach me such a magical medical skills, he also left me a book, which contains hundreds of prescriptions.

son.

I donate part of the country and give us Zhangjiayu a chance to change it. I will also leave a part of it. If the national policy changes in the future, we have to leave something heirloom for future generations." Zhang Yan said mysteriously.

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"Just have the numbers, just have the numbers!

Mr. Xi has no other intentions, he is just worried that you will donate it all when your brain is hot.

Mr. Xi has no ability, he just feels that this world can change.

Back then, it was fine, and the emperor disappeared overnight. A Marshal Yuan came and asked him to cut his braids.

Later, there was a handsome braid, and I asked her to keep her braided again.

The world has changed too quickly, so it is better for us ordinary people to be careful." Zhang Fuxi said with a wry smile.

"Mr. Xi, what you said is already a thing of the past. Don't tell others about this in the future.

Our new China is different from them. We want to create a foundation forever." Zhang Yan looked around and whispered.

"I understand, I understand! It's just that we talk to you, we will talk." Zhang Fuxi said with a simple smile.

"Are you still used to working here?" Zhang Yan asked with a smile.

"It's pretty good. The conditions in the city are good. There's so much oil in the dishes. I had some meat and vegetables yesterday.

The most I ate were steamed buns from Sanhe noodles." Zhang Fuxi said happily.

Although this era is tense, it is not as tense as it is from 1959 to 1961.

There are no steamed buns in the canteen in the factory.

By the 1959, there will be not only mixed noodles, but also grain-supervised steamed buns.

After returning to Hongxing Hospital from the workshop, Zhang Yan came to Lao Liangtou's office.

"Xiao Zhang is here, sit down!" Lao Liangtou saw Zhang Yan and waved his hand at him with a smile.

"Didn't Xicheng Hospital say there are many surgical patients?

Why are you back so soon?”

"At the beginning, there were quite a few, but I used traditional Chinese medicine to treat them and didn't let the surgery.

I had a common bile duct incision and stone removal surgery in the morning.”

"That's right, I can't stand those Western medicine doctors and do surgery at any time.

Besides having to save your life, I don’t think there is any need for surgery.”
Chapter completed!