At the village chief’s house, several preachers hurriedly ate, then rolled up their sleeves and started working.

Although he knew that tea and cooking water were the terrible "rootless water", Zhang Bicheng still gritted his teeth and drank it, because Elder Hou smiled and said: No matter whether it is Qing or Song, the poor may not even be able to drink this kind of water.

Elder Hou went out to preach after dinner; the village chief went to call for a few difficult and complicated diseases, and Dr. Li was not idle either. He waved his hand and asked the patients waiting for the nurse in the wing room to come over and he saw them first.

Zhang Bicheng started his hand next to him. Although he graduated from the seminary, he also had a good knowledge of Western medicine. Because the mainland Hui Desheng required every preacher to be able to learn medical skills. For the people on this land, using medical skills to serve them is the fastest way to get close to them and help them. Therefore, in Haijing, in addition to practicing Chinese, Zhang Bicheng reads medical books.

Four or five patients were suffering from diarrhea and were weak all over. Dr. Li prescribed some medicines for them, and called a nurse under him to come and asked several patients to follow him to get a pot.

"Remember, don't drink river water directly in the future. Boil it in a pot before drinking it." Dr. Li said earnestly. After saying that, he turned his head and smiled at Zhang Bicheng: "Did you see the ten iron pots we brought? This is the 'medicine' that these villages lack very much. It can boil water and cook. With an iron pot, you will immediately lose half of dysentery or something."

"Doctor Li, this is Lao Wang from our village. Please show it." The village chief jumped over the threshold and shouted. Two young young men behind him came in with a haggard middle-aged man on the door panel.

"Put it on the table." Dr. Li greeted. After asking about his condition, he put on a stethoscope and lifted Lao Wang's clothes. He listened for a while, and then pressed Lao Wang's abdomen with his hands.

"Doctor, my stomach hurts so much that I can't sleep or eat. I want to die..." Lao Wang curled up on the door panel on the table. Although he was pressing himself down, his whole body was trembling and his hands were clenched tightly into fists.

"Dad, don't say that, Dr. Li can make things better." A boy of fifteen or sixteen next to him held his father's wrist and said hurriedly.

But Dr. Li put down the stethoscope, shook his head bitterly, and said, "This disease can no longer be cured, so prepare for the funeral."

"What? No! Doctor Li!" The boy was stunned for a moment, and tears splashed out, and he walked around his father and knelt in front of Dr. Li with a bang.

"Child, don't do this, I understand." Dr. Li shook his head. He wanted to say something, but only said "I understand."

"Baby, why are you doing this?" The village chief went up and dragged the child half-carried and half-pulled, and said, "It's worth it for Lao Wang to have you in this life. Wouldn't you make everyone sad?"

"Yes, baby, I'm forty years old, how many people can live to my age! With you, your son, you, what else can I ask for?" Lao Wang, who was curled up on the door panel, also flowed down his face, but his words were very firm.

Zhang Bicheng walked over silently, hugging the boy with Western traditions. The boy struggled twice, softened his body, and lay on Zhang Bicheng's chest and burst into tears.

"Doctor Li, how long can I live?" Lao Wang sighed and asked.

"Maybe, this month, or... tomorrow." Dr. Li asked, "Is there anything else I can help you?"

"Doctor, I can't hold it in my pain at night and cry. I don't care. I don't want this cub who depends on me to feel uncomfortable. He died early," Lao Wang paused and said, "Can I give me some opium to relieve the pain?"

Dr. Li looked at Lao Wang, then looked at his son who was crying next to him. He nodded, turned around and took out a four paper bag from the medicine box, and said, "These are four opium bubbles. Do you have a cigarette gun at home?"

"I have it at home. I used to smoke, but it's too expensive, so I won't smoke anymore." Lao Wang said gritting his teeth.

"Take it." Dr. Li stuffed four opium pills into Lao Wang's hand that was spastic like a chicken claw.

Listening to Lao Wang's son's howling farther and farther away, slowly disappearing into the patio, Dr. Li washed his hands in the basin of water. He suddenly sighed heavily and said, "Sometimes I really hope that opium can be as cheap as the Qing Dynasty."

"It's always bad to smoke opium. Don't you also support the state-owned smoking restrictions policy?" Zhang Bicheng looked in a bad mood. He touched the front of the boy who was about to lose his father and said slowly.

Dr. Li walked to the door, stared at the dark sky on the patio, and said with a hoarse voice: "Opium is the best painkiller. In the past, there was no Western medicine in this country. People would have tormented by illness when they were sick. A small toothache all said that it would kill people. Moreover, even if traditional Chinese medicine is just witchcraft, the poor can't afford to treat the disease or buy medicine. Only smoking opium can reduce the pain in the ** and relieve their inner sorrow."

"So opium is the hospital in this country." Dr. Li sighed and continued: "To resist opium, one must rely on Jesus' redemption and the guidance of the Holy Spirit; the other is that we, Western medicine, need to work hard to heal the disease of the people so that they will not be tortured by the disease and be powerless."

Speaking of this, Dr. Li sighed again: "But there are so many pitiful people in Longchuan, and there are only six nurses in our Elders' Clinic except me, so where can we save them?! So sometimes, I really hope to give more opium to patients who are really powerless."

When Zhang Bicheng heard this, he exclaimed, walked behind Dr. Li and asked in confusion: "Brother Li, before I came, I heard that you have a high medical skills and are good at teaching. Have you been in Longchuan for seven or eight years? Why don't you train a few doctors?"

As he said that, Zhang Bicheng hesitated for a moment and said, "With your work ability, can't Longchuan's church clinic be upgraded to a church hospital in seven or eight years?"

This questioned Dr. Li's work attitude, and Dr. Li also heard it. He turned his head, shook his head and smiled bitterly, raised three fingers, and said, "Three! Three! Five years ago, I recommended three nurses under my command to enter Tongji Medical College in Beijing! I tutored the three of them and gave them recommendation letters. As a result, they were really hardworking and smart, and they all graduated successfully and obtained a Western medicine license."

"Why are you the only doctor here?" Zhang Bicheng asked.

Dr. Li smiled bitterly, as if his mouth was stuffed with coptis chinensis. He sighed deeply and said, "Why is it the only doctor here? That's because after obtaining the medical school license, it was Western medicine, and his value immediately became higher. This is an industry that makes money every day. In such a prosperous place in the capital, how many hospitals are asking you to practice medicine? So my three apprentices, two of them went to a large private hospital in the capital of the capital, and one opened a clinic with a "scalpel" sign in Huizhou City. They betrayed the oath they told me, and none of them went back to Longchuan."

"They still don't want to dedicate themselves to Longchuan." Zhang Bicheng nodded and said.

"They dislike Longchuan Posses Longchuan Possesses. Longchuan Possessessesses? What a joke! We Christians must obey God's call. Even if we are destined to be a doorman, we must stick to our posts, regard every customer as Jesus, and respectfully open the door for them! However, Mamen (money) is too attractive to people."

The disciples' breaking promises and betrayal made Dr. Li look ten years older. He shook his head and looked at the busy nurses in the wing room, saying: "From now on, I will never tutor my nurses to learn more profound books, and I will not give anyone a recommendation letter to the college. I just need to make them know simple medical skills and be a competent nurse."

"For the people of Longchuan, a low-level nurse who works hard in a Longchuan church clinic is more than ten thousand times better than a doctor who earns a fortune every day in a private hospital in Beijing!" Dr. Li said firmly.

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After Lao Wang left, the village chief brought the merchandise in a row, almost all the serious ills that he could not get through. Dr. Li and Zhang Bicheng, who was helping, were busy. Two hours later, he finally had some idle time. Dr. Li was so tired that he sat on the chair and gasped. Even the stethoscope seemed to have forgotten to take it down. Zhang Bicheng also dries a bite of hot tea. The things mixed with water plants, tadpoles, and the rain water of this water are now like nectar.

At this time, a loud voice sounded: "Doctor Li, are you here?"

But it was the short and fat man Fan Linhui who trotted over.

"Did you meet me yesterday?" Dr. Li asked Zhang Bichengdao with a smile, then turned to Fan Linhui and shouted: "Old Fan, thanks to you who transported two trucks of things for me yesterday, otherwise you would have suffered today. It's really hard to leave in this village when it rains."

"Oh, I should do it!" Fan Linhui sat next to Dr. Li, laughed, poured tea and drank a cup of tea, and said, "I just went to another hair rice in the village, but they told me that my box of matches was coming, and I ran to the other end to pick up the goods."

"Match?" Dr. Li asked in confusion.

"There are too many poor people in this place. I thought that in addition to the fifty yuan I donated, I would like to give them another box of matches. This will make it easier for them to make a fire." Fan Linhui explained.

"Thank you Jesus, thank you Lao Fan." Dr. Li said quickly.

"Hi! A box of matches is worthless, I will do this myself!" Fan Linhui was a little proud, but he still didn't dare to take credit.

For Christians, they can express their merits but they must not be praised; for true Christians, they even think that they have no merits and do not express their merits, and their merits are all God's.

At this time, the village chief brought three more people, two men and one woman, three of them were dressed in tattered clothes, their faces turned blue, and they were shaking when walking. Both of them covered their mouths, and the other person's nose and lips were covered with blood, and they were still bleeding from their noses. The people on his sleeves kept rubbing them with their sleeves. The sleeves were already dark brown, and the color of the blood clotted.

It was obvious that it was a patient. Dr. Li immediately got up and asked about the condition and body examination skillfully and professionally, but after the examination, he looked confused and didn't seem to know what disease it was.

When the village chief looked at Dr. Li's face, he knew that this difficult and complicated disease was a bit too difficult. Dr. Li didn't seem to know what went wrong. This is normal. Western medicine never treats all diseases, and Dr. Li doesn't understand many diseases, so he turned around and wanted to talk to the three patients and take them away.

But Fan Linhui next to him looked at the sick people, suddenly jumped up, rushed to someone, and shouted, "Hey, aren't you Xiao Zhao? Why did you come here too?"

"Ah, isn't this Boss Fan?" Xiao Zhao also recognized Fan Linhui and said with a wry smile: "I can't do it if I don't come here. I'm sick and bored, I can't do work. I've been wasting more than a month in the county town and haven't found a job. I don't have money. The county magistrate is rushing us again. I have to stay here for a while first to see when I will go back to the county town to find a job."

Fan Linhui nodded, turned his head to explain to Dr. Li and Zhang Bicheng, "It's a coincidence today. Xiao Zhao is my old worker. I'm the first batch of match workers I recruited. I work very hard. Even if I got sick two months ago, I had no choice but to let him leave first."

"Yes, thank you Boss Fan for paying me the whole month's wage. I only worked for half a month when I got sick." Xiao Zhao bowed slightly, but the nosebleed came out again and dripped to the ground. Fan Linhui jumped away quickly.

"We also thank Boss Fan. We are also your workers." The two people behind also thanked each other.

"Oh, I have some money here and you can take it and get rid of the disease. At that time, I will hire you first." Fan Linhui lifted up his robe and took out a handful of copper coins from his pocket and handed them to the three of them.

Fan Linhui laughed with her, took a few steps back, and pulled Dr. Li, who was frowning and pondering, and whispered: "Doctor Li, do you think this is an infectious disease? After a person in my factory suffered from nosebleeds, many people also started to have nosebleeds. I am so scared."

Dr. Li frowned and said, "This is not like an infectious disease. I seem to have never seen this disease before."

At this time, Zhang Bicheng saw that Dr. Li encountered a problem, walked over and bowed to Fan Linhui, and asked, "I remember Brother Fan is a matchmaker, right?"

Fan Linhui smiled and said, "Yes! You have a good memory for foreigners. Last time you met you, I didn't bring my products, so I'll give it to you today." As he said that, he took out a box of matches from his pocket and stuffed them into Zhang Bicheng's hand, and said, "Sacred Light Card, remember, each one is guaranteed to catch fire."

Zhang Bicheng pinched the matchbox with two fingers and looked at it, and said to Dr. Li: "I may know what the disease is."

"What? Do you know? What disease is this?" Dr. Li asked in surprise.

Zhang Bicheng pointed to the matches in his hand and said, "The match head and ignition tablet are both phosphorus, and phosphorus is poisonous, so after contacting them for a long time, phosphorus will be poisoned."

"Phosphorus poisoning?" Dr. Li was stunned;

"Can matches be poisoned?" Fan Linhui was also stunned, and after a moment, he shouted: "Don't talk nonsense, this match is foreign fire, it was passed from your country!"

Zhang Bicheng shook his head and said, "Although I have never read the pathology book for this disease, Chinese newspapers have reported a large number of phosphorus poisoning workers in the UK. Several characteristics are nosebleeds, great pain in the jaw, loose teeth, and working in the Match Factory."

After saying a few words, the whole room was silent, not only Dr. Li, Fan Linhui, the village chief, and the three patients were also stunned.
Chapter completed!