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Chapter 4 Beijing Culture, Taverns(1/2)

"Is this the end?" Aunt Liu asked hesitantly.

How much kung fu does this have? Young man, are you trying to get more food to fool your aunt?

"Sister Liu, the massage time cannot be too long, otherwise it will hurt the psoas muscles. You will know after you stand up and try it." Zhang Yan explained with a smile.

"Hey, it's really much better. My waist is much lighter." Aunt Liu stood up dubiously, and suddenly felt different. She said in surprise: "Doctor Zhang, your medical skills are really amazing! Just a few times, my waist has become lighter."

It’s much more comfortable.”

"Sister Liu, you are tired and want to heal quickly. You can go home, get some coarse salt and heat it up. Put it in a cotton bag and put it on your waist. It will also have a very good therapeutic effect."

Farewell to Aunt Liu who thanked her so much.

"Dr. Zhang, you are so powerful. You can cure back pain with just a few clicks?"

"This is a traditional Chinese massage. It only looks like a few strokes, but there is a lot of knowledge in it."

"Is this easy to learn?" the tall little nurse asked.

"This is not too difficult. If you want to learn, I can teach you. Once you learn it, there will be no problem in becoming a regular employee." Zhang Yan thought for a moment and said with a smile.

"Really? Are you willing to teach us?"

"That's great, thank you Dr. Zhang!"

"Then do we need to become apprentices?"

"No, we are all colleagues. As long as you are willing to learn, I can teach you everything I know!" Zhang Yan smiled nonchalantly.

Zhang Yan is not a poor and generous person, nor is he a bad person.

Rather, he thought very clearly that the temple of the Hongxing Hospital affiliated to the Hongxing Steel Rolling Mill was too small and the water was too shallow.

If he wants to make progress in medicine, he cannot rely solely on reading books. He must have patients.

If he wanted to see more patients, he would have to find a way to transfer to another hospital. However, since his predecessor had no academic qualifications and no systematic medical training, the path to the hospital was basically cut off.

There is only one way left, and that is to find a way to increase the number of patients in Red Star Hospital.

He definitely can't do it alone. As the saying goes, a fence has three stakes, and a hero has three gangs.

That's why Zhang Yan trains new people.

You must know that the Hongxing Steel Rolling Plant is a physically demanding job. Even those with relatively high technical content, such as fitters and riveters, still need a little physical strength.

Coupled with the working posture, it is easy to suffer from lumbar muscle strain, muscle injury, shoulder, neck, lumbar spine and other occupational diseases.

Traditional Chinese medicine massage has a very good alleviation and treatment effect on these occupational diseases.

It can be said that as long as Xiao Li and the three of them learn traditional Chinese massage techniques, they will be able to bring a lot of traffic to Red Star Hospital.

It’s not too much, just 5 cents a time and 10 cents for treatment. Many workers will definitely be willing to receive treatment.

This is much cheaper than taking medicine.

If I try cupping again, there will be more people.

Even giving Aunt Liu a massage was planned by Zhang Yan.

In an era without new media, the publicity capabilities of aunts were better than any TV or newspaper advertisements.

He said he was teaching, but how to teach, Zhang Yan began to have difficulties again.

This is not the future, he can directly demonstrate it on Xiao Li and the others, letting them feel the massage location and intensity for themselves.

This was the 1950s, and Xiao Li and the others were not old women like Aunt Liu, they were all untouched young girls. If he dared to do this, he would either marry the other person or be arrested as a gangster.

"In this way, I will draw a human body muscle and meridian diagram later. You will first get to know the human body's muscle and meridians. When you remember it, we will proceed to the next step." Zhang Yan thought for a while and said.

"OK!"

"Thank you, Brother Zhang!"

"Thank you, Brother Zhang!"

Several young nurses immediately changed their words and sweetly called Brother Zhang.

Zhang Yan waited for a long time, but still didn't get any reward from the system. It seemed that this system was quite a thief.

I gave Aunt Liu a massage, which only relieved the symptoms but did not cure her, so there was no reward.

Zhang Yan ran to the pharmacy, asked for a large sheet of medicinal tissue, and returned to the office to start drawing muscle and bone diagrams.

As a medical student who has studied for seven years, the human skeleton and human muscle tissue are really familiar to me, especially when they study clinical medicine.

That's the basic skill.

Of course, if someone insists on saying that he is also a medical student and cannot remember it, then that is not true.

After all, there will be tens of thousands of medical students graduating in one year in future generations. How many will actually engage in the medical industry, and how many will eventually become famous?

Zhang Yan drew a diagram of human muscle meridians and human bones and joints on the paper, and then marked them clearly one by one.

Then he came to the disposal room next door with two pieces of tissue paper, "These are the muscle diagrams and bone diagrams I drew, with labels on them.

You should memorize these two pictures first and keep them in mind, and then we can start the next step of study."

After Zhang Yan finished explaining, he returned to his office and continued to read and study.

As for whether Xiao Li and the other three nurses will study seriously, this all depends on their own consciousness.

Now that you have joined the workforce, you are an adult, and adults must be responsible for their own actions.

The opportunity was given to them, but if they couldn't seize it, it was no one else's fault.

Zhang Yan immersed himself in studying. The whole afternoon was quiet and there were no patients.

Zhang Yan read quietly all afternoon.

"Doctor Zhang, are you busy?" Before getting off work, Captain Zhao of the loading and unloading team opened the door and walked in.

"Captain Zhao, what's wrong with you?" Zhang Yan was stunned and asked habitually.

"Uh! No, I'm not feeling uncomfortable. It's not this morning. Thanks to you for curing my dislocation, Lao Liu. I thought I'd come over and thank you."

"Captain Zhao, it is my job and my responsibility to treat illnesses and save people. You don't have to be so polite." Zhang Yan was very happy when he heard that he came specifically to express his gratitude.

The workers of this era were simple and honest, and did not have those annoying medical disputes of later generations.

"No, it's different. You are your duty, but for us, it is a life-saving favor. Our loading and unloading team often suffers from sprains, dislocations and other injuries. It costs seven or eight cents to go to a big hospital, and we have to take a rest.

Weekly will do."

"Captain Zhao, you didn't go to the right place. You went to Western medicine and orthopedics, but you don't have the money?

You go find a traditional Chinese medicine doctor, that is a good skill passed down from our ancestors, and they can cure you for a cent at most." Zhang Yan said with a smile.

Unexpectedly, people in the 1950s began to abandon traditional Chinese medicine and blindly believe in Western medicine.

Zhang Yan studied clinical medicine of Western medicine and has no prejudice against Chinese or Western medicine. Some diseases are good at Western medicine, while some diseases require traditional Chinese medicine.

For example, if you seek Western medicine to treat a dislocation, it will be a big problem. You will have to put on a plaster and take medicine.

If you go to a traditional Chinese medicine orthopedics department, you don’t need to take a penny of medicine or put on a plaster or anything like that. It can be done in two or three minutes.

"You have more experience. How can we, the rough guys, understand this?"

"Captain Zhao, you are so flattering. We are all glorious proletarians, regardless of this."

"Doctor Zhang, I was entrusted by the comrades of our loading and unloading team to express my gratitude. I am a rough guy and can't speak. I will treat you to a drink tonight, so please be sure to appreciate it." Captain Zhao said sincerely.

"Captain Zhao, you are too polite. I really don't need to treat you. I am just a doctor. It is my duty to treat illnesses and save people. I really don't need to treat you."

Besides, we all have a large family to support, it is not easy to make money, there is no need to spend money." Zhang Yan quickly declined.

I feel very happy and have a sense of accomplishment.

When a doctor is happiest, when he sees his patient being cured by him, it would be even better if he could get the patient to say thank you.

"Doctor Zhang, you must go. If you don't go, you will look down on us who have done our best." Captain Zhao said with a blush. www.bǐqυgetν.℃ǒm

"Yeah! I can't afford it, and it makes me look down on our working class. I can't afford this crime.

In this way, you find a place in the evening, I treat you, we drink some wine and chat.

Please stop arguing, otherwise I won't go."

Zhang Yan happened to want to go out for a walk and see the 49 cities in old Beijing.

"Sure! Look at how this has turned into a treat for you." Captain Zhao rubbed his hands in embarrassment.

"It doesn't matter whoever invites me. I'm not married. I can eat enough for one person and the whole family won't be hungry." Zhang Yan said with a smile.

Old Beijing has four inner and outer buildings, seven imperial cities, three hundred and six big alleys, and countless small alleys.

Captain Zhao rode his bicycle and took Zhang Yan all the way to Qianqian Street.

Turned into a small alley and came to a tavern.

Zhang Yan's heart skipped a beat, as he had just left the courtyard and stepped into the tavern under Zhengyang Gate.

Walking into the tavern, Zhang Yan looked at the bar of the tavern.

Suddenly, I took a deep breath, it was okay.
To be continued...
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