Late at night, the dedicated doctors and nurses at the Provincial and Hong Kong General Hospital in the big world are still busy. This is the only "Australian-style" hospital on the mainland, with electric lighting that is extremely rare in Guangzhou, and the lights are not turned off all night long.
With the continuous success of modern drug replication, the reputation of this hospital has become more and more famous, and countless people come to see it every day. Not only patients from the Pearl River Delta region come in in droves, but also patients from as far away as Guangxi
There are also patients who come here for treatment. There are even wealthy families from Jiangnan and the capital who come here for treatment.
As a result, the Provincial and Hong Kong General Hospital inevitably followed the path of the old Big Mac hospital, occupying more and more space and providing more and more beds. In order to fill the hospital with medical staff, the attached health school was
It is also constantly devouring the space of the big world.
Although the space of the Big World is not so tight, it is still a commercial complex after all, and it is somewhat inconsistent to put a hospital here. Moreover, the queues of people queuing up for registration have somewhat affected the overall atmosphere of the commercial street. Therefore, Deng
Platinum recently came to Guangzhou for research and planned to move the general hospital to a more suitable place and expand the size of the affiliated health school by two or three times.
Lin Motian, who had been spinning like a top all day, finally returned to his desk - he was off work, but there were still some documents on hand that needed to be reviewed by the dean himself. Fortunately, the Provincial and Hong Kong General Hospital has a very capable chief executive, Li
Mo, rescued Lin Motian from the heavy hospital work, so that he could concentrate on his medical work. Otherwise, the administrative work of this giant hospital would be enough to crush him.
Looking at the stack of notes pressed with paperweights on the table, he felt a little helpless, "I'm asking for help again, but it's not okay if I don't help..."
The first note I picked up was a request for help.
Guangzhou has been newly settled, and everything is waiting to be done. Various agencies under the city government say they have rules, but they don’t have rules. They say they don’t have rules, but they don’t have no rules at all. They are much better than when they first entered the city. This is what a certain returnee said.
The civilian cadre approached Lin Motian with a note written for him by a certain leader. Lin Motian, who was extremely busy, finally found time to give instructions.
Lin Motian rolled his neck, picked up paper and pen and started flying around. At this moment, a little girl's head poked in from the door and said to Lin Motian: "Chief, Chief Huang from the Health Bureau came to see him and said that there is
It's important."
Lin Motian, whose buttocks were still hot from sitting, stood up again, holding the approval note with just a few words written on it in his hand, and followed the little girl out.
The next day, Section Chief Huang returned to the Health Bureau and flipped through the documents he brought back from Lin Motian. A piece of paper floated down. Section Chief Huang bent down and picked it up. It seemed to be the handwriting of veteran Lin Motian.
I saw it read: "The cadres of your department are dedicated to their work and are very effective. Now."
"What is this?" Section Chief Huang looked at this half of the approval, and Monk Zhang Er was confused, but it was hard to ask. So, the approval slip for a certain cadre disappeared without a trace.
Dongguan Tea Mountain has a deep courtyard. A middle-aged man in his thirties stared blankly at the leaves withering in the cold wave for an hour. The servants did not dare to disturb him. After a while, he moved his lips.
, murmured: "Mr.
The person who expressed his lament was none other than Zhang Mu. Zhang Mu, courtesy name Erqi and nickname Muzhi, was the successor to Zhang Jiuling, the prime minister of the Tang Dynasty. His father, Zhang Shiyu, was promoted to the magistrate in Bobai County, Guangxi in the thirteenth year of Wanli. When Zhang Mu was born,
His father was over sixty years old. He had a son in his old age, so he naturally loved him more. Because of his rich family, Zhang Mu admired Xinling for twelve years, held Pu Pu for thirteen divisions, and was an expert in riding and shooting for fifteen years.
Although he is not a rich man, he is always on the road, and there are many guests at Hengmen. He is a husband. When he was young, he studied with his friends in Luofu Mountain, drank from the stone spring, and lay in the spring smoke. "I was drunk and dreamed of sleeping under the plum blossom moon. When I was tired from traveling,
Returning to the boat with lotus leaves, the red light reflected in the night evaporates and becomes colorless, and the Yunyao pearl tree hides for three days." What a pleasure it is.
In the sixth year of Chongzhen's reign, he resolutely crossed the mountains and headed north, hoping to make contributions to the frontier fortress. Some teachers and friends wanted to recommend him to Yang Sichang, the governor of Shanhaiguan, but failed for some reason. So he traveled to Jingchu, Hunan, Jiangxi, Suzhou and Hangzhou, and enjoyed the sights in a few years.
The mountains and rivers are beautiful, and we are used to seeing wars and wars everywhere, and the people are in dire straits. Unexpectedly, when I returned home, I heard that the Kun thieves suddenly launched an attack and had occupied Guangdong and Guangxi. After patrolling Jiangxi for several months, they had to return to Suzhou and Hangzhou. After many twists and turns, they finally got there.
I recently took a sea ship back to Dongguan. Who wants to see each other for several years, so many people have died and lost their lives, so I can't help but feel sad about it.
Returning to the study, Zhang Mu raised his head and saw a calligraphy and painting on the wall. It was a gift to Zhang Muzhi from Kuang Lu. It was written in cursive script, with dragons and phoenixes dancing in the handwriting, and the strokes of the brush were vigorous and powerful. It was truly a masterpiece. The poem goes
: "The setting sun hangs high in the west wind, and Zhang Lang's poems and grasses are named Jianhua. Ancient divine objects are not easy to come by, and they make me sigh for three times. Jun Jun's hands are still serious, and the calligraphy and painting are all played. In the past, there are leopards and dragons.
Tao, but Sun Yang wrote about Long Ji. When you don't see Huaiyin begging for food and sending it to the floating mother, the soldiers play the flute to Wu City. Heroes in ancient times often lost their way, so Ren Gong stopped fishing and returned to Cangzhou. I will never die with the elixir."
"I wonder what happened to the old boy Zhan Ruona." Zhang Mu thought to himself. He heard that Kuang Lu offended Huang Xiyin, the magistrate of Nanhai County, and fled to Guangxi after he went north. Unfortunately, it was difficult to write letters abroad, so he didn't know where he was. Otherwise, he would join hands with his best friend.
Traveling through mountains and rivers together must be a pleasure.
Thinking of this, Zhang Mu felt a little comfort in his heart. He immediately spread rice paper on the desk, ordered his boy to study ink, and wrote a poem called "Returning to the Family Mountain, Many Deaths, Many Deaths, and Encouraging Oneself". The poem goes: "I was born in the five turbulent times.
, Wealth does not last forever. When you are in poverty, you are busy with all kinds of things. Poverty is easy to return to, but it is not easy to stay in wealth. Looking back, the body is getting lighter, and everything is like chaff. I admire the teachers and friends, and promote the sages. There is an ancient Buddha in the West.
, I wish to spread my strength to the ten directions. I am the master of the Buddhist family, and I have preached in detail. With sincerity and faith, I emerged from the lotus room. The five colors are like the cover of a car, bathing with fragrant light. The dust and sand look like pearls and jade, and the earth is full of seven treasures. The Emperor's Guide
The trees are blooming, the wind is full of reeds and reeds. Luan and cranes can sing a hundred notes, singing sarcastically and happily. There is no cold or heat at all times, and my heart is salty and cool. Good things are far away from things and good deeds, and I kill myself by killing myself. I am old and forget the date of my return, and I am willing to deal with the grievances.
business."
After finishing writing, suddenly a young boy came outside and reported: "Master, Master Su Yulin has invited me."
"Su Guansheng? We don't have much contact with him on weekdays. What does he want from me? Where are you going?" Zhang Mu was a little surprised.
The boy said: "I didn't say anything, I just said I was at Yan'an in Huangcun."
There were no temples in Huangcun, Dongguan. Historically, there was a famous Jie'an, which was the place where monk Daodu preached Buddhism. Monk Daodu, also known as Kongyin, was a native of Nanhai, Guangdong and the thirty-third generation descendant of Caodong Sect. He successively lived in Huangyan Temple in Lushan Mountain.
He died in Dongguan Ke'an, Luofu Mountain Hua Shoudai, Guangzhou Haizhuang Temple and other Dharma seats. He died in Dongguan Ke'an. Ke'an was built by monk Daodu and natural monk after they returned to Guangdong. However, at this time, monk Daodu was still in Lushan Jin.
Lun Feng was originally supposed to return to Guangzhou in 1640 at the invitation of Chen Zizhuang, Li Suiqiu and others. Due to the arrival of the Senate, there was a big question mark as to whether Monk Dao Du would come back.
The so-called Yan'an is a practice place built by Li Yunlong, Yuan Chonghuan's staff in this time and space, who traveled to Dongguan after becoming a monk.
Wanjiazhu, more than ten kilometers away, is an ordinary home with a somewhat dull atmosphere.
The mother at home was ill in bed, and the son was bringing some white tablet medicine to his mother with a bowl of water. This was sulfonamide he got from the newly opened Runshitang in the city. The family had previously invited the best medicine in the county.
When an old Chinese doctor saw a doctor, the prescription he prescribed had to use some original crickets as the medicine. Who could get this? He could only grab a pair of crickets at random. It was obvious that he drank the dark medicinal liquid.
It had no effect. So he could only place his hope in the Australian Runshitang. They said that this sulfonamide was the Australian panacea. Although it could not bring people back to life, it was said that most diseases could be cured by taking it.
But something is wrong with the current situation. Sulfonamide has been used several times, but the mother's condition still hasn't improved. The whole family is anxious. The son had to spend a lot of money to ask Dr. Kun to go to the clinic for treatment. The doctor came here to listen with a new stethoscope.
I listened there and after asking for medical records, I sighed and shook my head.
The son was extremely filial, so he knelt down and begged: "Doctor, I know that the medical skills of the Song Dynasty are wonderful and wonderful. There must be a way to save him, right?"
The doctor took out a prescription, scrawled a prescription and handed it to him, and said mysteriously: "The sulfonamide I can prescribe is the earliest variety of dapsamide from Lingao Pharmaceutical Factory. Its efficacy is not very reliable.
If you have a way to get this medicine from the Provincial and Hong Kong General Hospital, maybe you can be saved."
The son took the prescription and saw it said: "One penicillin."
After sending the doctor away with many thanks, the son couldn't help but think that perhaps only Chief Du could help.
"Jiayu, Jiayu..." Suddenly a shout came from outside the door, accompanied by knocks on the door.
"Shi Bao, take care of mother, and I'll open the door." Zhang Jiayu said to her young sister.
"Sir!" The door opened with a "squeak", and Zhang Jiayu shouted to the visitor in surprise. The visitor was about forty years old, and it was Zhang Jiayu's former master Lin Wei. At Lin Wei's place, Zhang Jiayu was
He participated in the imperial examination and focused on the "Book of Changes", and by the way he also studied military books such as Huangshi Gong's Three Strategies, "Ji Xiao Xin Shu", "Military Bei Zhi", "Military Plans" and "Artifact Spectrum".
Lin Biao looked around carefully, entered the house, closed the door, and then said to Zhang Jiayu: "Jiayu, I heard that you came back from Guangzhou, have you ever been made trouble by Kun... the Australians?"
Zhang Jiayu was a little absent-minded and replied: "Australians are busy with government affairs and will not make things difficult for me, an unknown person. I originally wanted to go to Guangzhou to broaden my horizons and join the academy of scholars in the city, but I didn't expect the Australians to come in."