MTL - Since 1981 Health School-Chapter 17 Huang Jiasi Edition Surgery Book

  Chapter 17 Huang Jiasi Edition Surgery Book

  Ms. Li took out 20 yuan from the side cabinet and put it on the table.

"You take this money. You have to know that any difficulty is temporary. My teacher once taught me that if a child is determined to go out of the country, he will not pay back if he fails to become famous. Today I will also give you this sentence. I hope you I can remember."

   Chen Qi shook his head like a rattle when he saw the 20 yuan on the table:

"Ms. Li, I can't take this money. You see, I bought peaches for a few days and I've made a lot of money. It's enough for our family. Don't worry, I will definitely remember the words you gave me today, and I will study hard. of."

  Li Baotian was happy to hear the student's assurance, but he still pretended to be majestic:

   "I'll give you the money, you just keep it, don't worry about it, I made it impossible for you to sell peaches today, just treat these peaches as the ones I bought. If you plan to become a surgeon in the future, you should be more straightforward.

  When we surgeons perform an operation, if something unexpected happens, or the condition is beyond imagination, it is necessary for the surgeon to make a judgment and response immediately. How can there be time for you? When you're done dawdling, the patient dies. "

  Chen Qi really didn't want the money, he would feel uneasy if he took the money.

  But according to the teacher, it is impossible not to take the money. He knows that the little old man is still quite tempered, so he can't make him angry.

   "Hey, Mr. Li, listen to you, you used to do surgery in the provincial capital?"

   "Yes, unfortunately I haven't touched a scalpel for many years, forget it, let's not talk about this."

  Li Baotian waved his hand, turned around and took out a thick book that was already somewhat tattered from the bookcase:

"This is "Practical Surgery" edited by Professor Huang Jiasi. The surgical knowledge in it is more comprehensive than textbooks, as well as some of my experience and experience. You can take it and read it, but it is agreed, whether to lend it or not. "

  Obviously, this is Teacher Li's beloved book.

  Huang Jiasi's name is known to everyone as long as he is engaged in surgery. The great **** of the same generation as Qiu Fazu, "Huang Jiasi Surgery" published after his death is almost a copy for every surgeon.

  If he hadn't passed away too early and didn't catch up with the good time, otherwise he would definitely be able to become a **** like Qiu Fazu.

  Chen Qi had read "Huang Jiasi Surgery" in his previous life, and he still has a set, and the content and knowledge points are much more advanced than this surgical book published in the 1970s, but the account is not calculated that way.

   "Okay, it just so happens that I don't have any books to read when I go home. Thank you, Mr. Li, ha ha."

  Seeing that the students accepted his kindness, Li Baotian relaxed: "By the way, where are you going next?"

  Chen Qi blinked and said innocently:

   "With the teacher's support and some money to sell peach eels, I want to buy some food and go home. The family eats sweet potatoes every day, so that my younger siblings look like sweet potatoes."

  Li Baotian laughed out loud when he heard this, and felt that the student seemed to speak a lot more humorously after half the summer vacation.

   "Buying food, the teacher can't help it. A large part of my food stamps have been sent back to the provincial capital. By the way, why don't you go to Pigeon Market to buy food stamps there, but the price will be a bit more expensive."

   "Pigeon City?"

  Chen Qi couldn't understand: "Mr. Li, I want to buy food. If I don't buy pigeons, I can't afford it."

"Stupid, the pigeon market refers to the black market. You can buy everything here, such as food, cloth, even bicycles and radios. Every morning at the foot of the mountain in the north of Fushan Park, you can try your luck. .”

   With such an explanation, Chen Qi understood.

  In 1981, tickets were required for everything, but if the quota on the ticket was used, it could not meet the material needs of the general public.

  Where there is demand, there will be a market, so the black market came into being. Everyone can exchange what they need and get what they need.

  Chen Qi now has money in hand, but no ticket, so it is obviously impossible to go to the state-run store to buy things.

  Without a ticket, he can't even eat a bowl of noodles from Lanxiang Restaurant, so Pigeon Market is the best choice.

   "Success, then I will go to Pigeon City tomorrow morning."

  That night, Chen Qi was still living in the dormitory of the health school. It was not dawn the next day, and he did not disturb the guard, Master Wang, but quietly climbed out of the iron gate and walked to Fushan Park by himself.

  Speaking of this Fushan Park, it is very famous. This is a hill in Yuezhong City.

  During the Yue Kingdom, Goujian’s imperial palace was located here, and there is still the remains of the “Yue Wang Terrace” on the top of the mountain. Later, the "Yuezhong Fuya" of successive dynasties was also located on the south side of Fushan Park.

  After liberation, Fushan Park became a leisure park for citizens. The southern **** of the mountain was quite lively, while the northern side of Fushan was relatively deserted, and few people passed by, so it became a natural black market trading place.

  The place is also easy to recognize. Everyone in Fushan Park Pigeon City knows where it is, saving you the trouble of giving directions.

  When Chen Qi arrived at the black market, he was so talented that he saw a small road along the foot of the mountain full of things on both sides, from food to daily necessities, from small household appliances to all kinds of meat and poultry.

   There are even some antique dealers, with all kinds of porcelain, ancient jade, ancient books, etc., but Chen Qi doesn't understand these, and he doesn't believe that he is lucky enough to find them.

   Antique counterfeiting has existed since ancient times, and it was a peak in the Republic of China. Whoever buys it will be fooled.

  Chen Qi first came to a place where rice was sold. When the seller saw a customer coming to the door, he quickly asked in a low voice:

   "Xiao Guanning, do you want rice? This is late rice, a bag of 100 catties, not sold loose."

  Rice is a key strategic resource controlled by the government, and it is not allowed to be sold privately, so there are no farmers outside the vegetable market to sell it. They have to go to the grain store or the black market.

  Chen Qi grabbed a handful of rice and looked at it. He felt that the grains were plump and white, so he asked, "How do you sell it?"

   "The food stamps in the grain store cost 1.8 cents per catty. I don't need tickets. It's more expensive. It costs 30 cents per catty."

  100 catties of rice cost 30 yuan, and workers only have a ration of 30 catties a month, which is equivalent to a worker’s three-month ration. This business can be done.

  In the mountains, there are more sweet potatoes and corn, but less rice.

Whenever there is a little rice, it is stored as a treasure. Only during the Chinese New Year, or when important guests come, are they willing to cook a dry meal. Usually, at most, there is some rice soaked in sweet potatoes, and sweet potato porridge is eaten. This is a disease. It's time for dinner.

  Chen Qi readily took out 3 cards of Great Unity, and the seller was overjoyed when he saw it, "The money is mine, the rice is yours, and we will settle the matter."

  With 100 catties of rice, Chen Qi was almost crushed to death with his back on his body. Now his body is as thin as a knife mantis, and he can't do physical work at all.

  Find an unoccupied corner at the foot of the mountain and put it back into the space, then return to the black market again.

  (end of this chapter)