These are seven or eight maids dressed in mother's clothes, cleanly dressed, talking and laughing, walking out of the market.
The mommy outfit is the 'professional attire' for maids. "Declaration" once praised the mommy outfit as a symbol of the awakening consciousness of the maids, who began to know how to package themselves in order to obtain more employment opportunities.
At this time, the best way for rural women to go out to work was not to work in factories, but to work as maids.
First, the maid should eat well and take care of food and housing;
Second, maids have free time and are not as tired as working in a factory;
Third, maids have extra income, especially maids with sweet mouths and long hands, who can earn a lot of extra money.
A maid who does things neatly and is highly appreciated by her employer can actually earn about 40 to 50 French currency per month, or even more. At this time, the monthly salary of a female textile factory worker is only 15 French currency, or even lower.
In fact, these maids are the most popular customers of the vegetable market vendors.
What the maid values is the freshness and nutrition of the ingredients, but the price is not the first consideration.
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Cheng Qianfan saw Shao's mother. She was obviously very popular among these middle-aged maids. She walked and chatted with everyone. She didn't know what topic they talked about, and the middle-aged women burst into laughter.
Cheng Qianfan was quite impressed. With his professional habits, Shao Ma broke into the maid group, which was also a source of intelligence. Most of these maids worked in the homes of celebrities, politicians, and wealthy people on Masinan Road. Their few words often
Can reveal some useful information.
What we need to do now is how to pass on the information without anyone noticing.
He set his sights on a little boy who was accompanying an old man to buy groceries.
The little boy was very naughty and kept trying to steal fish from his grandfather's vegetable basket for fun.
Just when the little boy reached out to pull the fish tail again, Cheng Qianfan touched the vegetable basket lightly without leaving any trace. The vegetable basket tilted, and the live fish that the little boy grabbed by the tail took the opportunity to jump out.
The little boy was confused.
Cheng Qianfan took a step forward and kicked it accidentally, and the fish fell right into the middle-aged maids.
The old man went up and gave his grandson a headache. The boy cried and went to catch fish.
There was a little chaos at the scene.
Some of the maids helped catch fish, and some laughed.
This is a fish that Cheng Qianfan admires.
In order to avoid the fate of being thrown into the pot, it jumped up and down on the dirt floor, but couldn't catch it for a while.
At this time, Cheng Qianfan left with the barrel. When he passed by Shao Ma, the matchbox in his hand was put into the bottom of Shao Ma's vegetable basket without leaving a trace, and he gently pulled a salted fish to hold it down.
A minute later, the escaping fish was caught.
Cheng Qianfan had already quietly walked away with the barrel.
"Let's go." Cheng Qianfan found the waiting rickshaw driver and got into the car.
…
Zhao Wenhua looks about in his fifties, wearing gold-rimmed glasses and a white coat.
When Cheng Qianfan came in carrying a wooden bucket, this famous old doctor in Shanghai was writing at his desk.
"Mr. Zhao."
"Who are you?" Zhao Wenhua raised his head, adjusted his glasses, and looked at the handsome young man carrying the barrel.
"Cheng is late, please forgive me." Cheng Qianfan put down the barrel and apologized respectfully.
He was about seven or eight minutes late.
"What kind of colleague are you?" Zhao Wenhua suddenly realized and stood up excitedly to greet him.
Cheng Qianfan was quite surprised. He had heard about this man. He had a bad temper and was unsmiling towards others.
His attitude towards police officers has never been friendly.
Previously, a patrolman in the Mailan Police Station was injured. Because the injured area was relatively sensitive, it required extremely high surgical skills.
The patrol room sent this colleague to Guangci Hospital, where Zhao Wenhua, who has excellent medical skills, performed the surgery.
Zhao Wenhua did not refuse and successfully completed the operation.
However, he kept a dark face the whole time and said extremely unpleasant words, which probably meant that he saved people because of his duty as a doctor, but it was a pity that what he saved was a beast who shot at his own compatriots.
Previously, there was a strike by workers in Mailan District, and the police from the patrol room were dispatched to suppress it. The patrol officer shot and killed a female worker.
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"Officer Cheng, have you brought the medicine?" Zhao Wenhua asked urgently.
Cheng Qianfan suddenly realized that Dr. Zhao still had the same bad temper, and Zhao Wenhua's enthusiasm was not for him, but for the medicine.
"No." Cheng Qianfan said.
"No?" Zhao Wenhua's expression immediately changed and he snorted coldly, "Isn't Officer Cheng here to entertain me?"
"Mr. Zhao, don't be anxious." Cheng Qianfan said with a smile, "Mr. Cheng came directly from the prison house, so he couldn't take the medicine with him."
Zhao Wenhua's face turned pale, "Then what's the purpose of Officer Cheng coming here this time?"
"To be honest, Mr. Cheng doesn't know much about the new drug sulfonamide, so I'm here to ask for advice?"
"Why, do patrol officers also need to know medicine?" Zhao Wenhua sneered.
"You don't need to know medicine to be a patrol officer. When doing business, you have to understand the goods in your hands." Cheng Qianfan said with a smile, "I hope Dr. Zhao will not hesitate to teach me."
"In the eyes of police officer Cheng, life-saving drugs are just commercial goods that smell like copper." Zhao Wenhua said sarcastically.
Cheng Qianfan was a bit big-headed, and the old man had a bad impression of police officers. He was indeed known for his bad temper.
He decided to change his approach. Since he couldn't talk nicely, he would force it.
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"Cheng can provide a box of sulfa and Dr. Zhao for free." Cheng Qianfan said, "The premise is that Dr. Zhao can solve Cheng's doubts."
"What if I don't obey?"
"Cheng may disappoint Dr. Zhao."
Hearing this, Zhao Wenhua snorted, but stopped talking coldly, "What do you want to know?"
"Cheng once read Dr. Zhao's masterpiece on 'The Good Doctor', but the article was full of words like sulfamoyl. I feel ashamed that Cheng has poor knowledge and found it obscure and difficult to understand." Cheng Qianfan said,
"I hope Dr. Zhao can tell me clearly what the medicinal use of this sulfonamide is?"
Yes, Cheng Qianfan had heard the name ‘sulfonamide’ from Pete before and thought it sounded familiar at the time.
This morning I heard He Guan mention that Zhao Wenhua was interested in sulfonamides, and then he remembered that he had read an article in the "Good Doctor" newspaper, in which the chemical term "sulfamoyl" was mentioned repeatedly.
The author of this article is Zhao Wenhua.
This was a very professional article. Cheng Qianfan couldn't quite understand it, but he just remembered one sentence. Zhao Wenhua said that this Western discovery, if proven effective, would save countless sick and injured patients.
This is also the reason why he has some impression of this obscure article.
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"Have you read my article?" Zhao Wenhua was surprised.
"Cheng has read Dr. Zhao's masterpiece. Unfortunately, Cheng's academic level is insufficient and he cannot understand it. He is extremely ashamed."
After hearing Cheng Qianfan say that he had read this article, Zhao Wenhua's impression of Cheng Qianfan changed.
Zhao Wenhua thought it was normal for Cheng Qianfan to say that he couldn't understand. The "good doctors" were several high-level surgeons in Shanghai, a tabloid founded by science professors themselves. It mainly focused on internal research and exchange among these professional experts.
"How come you have newspapers about good doctors?" Zhao Wenhua asked puzzledly.
Cheng Qianfan felt that this old man's temperament of breaking the casserole and asking the truth about everything was very unpleasant.
Why do you ask so many questions?
Fortunately, he has a legitimate 'answer' to this question.
"I have a friend who is studying medicine at National Fudan University, and I saw it by chance from him."
Zhao Wenhua nodded. It was not that he had to break the casserole and ask the truth. It was completely out of character and he asked subconsciously.
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Despite Zhao Wenhua's previous bad attitude, he also looked down upon Cheng Qianfan, the patrolman.
I was even more disgusted by Cheng Qianfan's threat to not give the medicine without explanation.
However, when talking about professional topics and the drug sulfonamide, the old man became very interested and talked eloquently.
Cheng Qianfan still doesn't understand many professional terms.
However, he captured the most critical information. This is a new drug that many European scientists are studying and is causing a sensation within the medical community. This drug has excellent antibacterial effects and is good news for injured patients.
Zhao Wenhua did not mention the gunshot wound.
However, Cheng Qianfan immediately thought of the treatment of gunshot wounds. If sulfonamide really had the miraculous effect that Zhao Wenhua praised in his words, it would definitely be a miracle drug.
