Golden Fishing Village

Ao Zhisheng brought the medicine box he had used for many years. The red cross symbols on it were already mottled, and the white paint was peeling off, revealing the brown wooden body inside.

Ao Muyang was very familiar with this medicine box. When he was a child, he would see this medicine box whenever he had a headache or fever.

Because he was going to a large hospital like a municipal hospital, Ao Zhisheng prepared carefully. He put on glasses and a white coat. On the white coat, there was a line of small words embroidered in red thread: Union Hospital Shoal Commune Training Class.

The sea breeze was cold at night, and the fishing boat was open-topped, so naturally it couldn't be driven at this time. He drove directly to the Dalongtou, a large ship that rode the wind and waves toward the urban port.

Lu Zhizi was also accompanying her. She went to buy milk in advance. Ao Muyang and Ao Daguo set off on the boat. She went to the ship's kitchen to heat the milk, giving each of them a cup to keep out the cold.

When they arrived at the dock, Ao Daguo said worriedly: "Longtou, can this be done? Doctors in big hospitals must be very taboo about letting outside doctors come to their territory, right?"

Ao Muyang said: "Let's go and take a look first. The teacher will tell you if he is sure."

They took a taxi and rushed to the hospital. At this time, the hospital was already off duty. The doctor on duty was busy in the office, but only the nurse on duty was still walking in a hurry.

A famous hospital is a famous hospital. There are quite a few nurses on duty. There are five or six girls working on one floor.

Ao Zhisheng doesn't come to the city often, and he hasn't been to the municipal hospital in many years.

Nowadays, the hospital is very modernly decorated, with cameras, large and small screens, and automatic service machines everywhere. The old rural doctor was dazzled by the sight and sighed: "It would be great if hospitals in towns can have these advanced things."

Ao Muyang found the ward where Cheng Deming was staying. Because he would have a fever at night, a full-time nurse was keeping an eye on the ward.

Seeing someone arriving, and someone wearing a white coat, the nurse immediately blocked the door vigilantly: "What are you doing?"

Ao Muyang said: "I am a friend of Mr. Cheng. We are all his friends. I came here during the day and chatted with a beautiful nurse named Liao."

The nurse was still vigilant and said: "If you want to visit your friends, please come back tomorrow. This is a special care ward and non-medical staff are not allowed to enter at night."

She focused more on Ao Zhisheng. Municipal hospitals received a large number of seriously ill patients every day. Many diseases could not be cured even by top hospitals such as 301, let alone municipal hospitals.

As a result, some charlatans and unscrupulous doctors will sneak into the hospital and use so-called "ancestral secret recipes" and "palace magic medicine" to encourage patients or family members to go out for medical treatment, and then make money.

Now, the nurse regarded Ao Zhisheng as this kind of person. She took out a walkie-talkie, ready to call security at any time.

At this time, the ward door opened, and a middle-aged man came out and asked with a frown: "Why is it so noisy?"

Ao Muyang vaguely remembered that he had seen this man before. It seemed that when he was selling dark wood tables, Cheng Deming took him to pick up the goods.

Seeing this, he quickly introduced himself.

The middle-aged man didn't think much. He turned around and said, "Teacher Cheng, Mr. Ao Muyang, who came here this morning, is here again. He said he has something urgent to see you."

Cheng Deming's hoarse voice sounded: "Xiao Ao, let him in. I don't have much time. If I can see my friends, I will see my friends."

The nurse couldn't stop them anymore. She glared at Ao Muyang and others fiercely and walked quickly to the doctor's office on duty.

Ao Zhisheng entered the ward and immediately opened Cheng Deming's eyelids to take a look. Then he asked him to stick out his tongue and feel his pulse, repeating the routine of traditional Chinese medicine.

As soon as he put down his hand, the nurse arrived with a gentle doctor.

The doctor walked in with a stern face and said, "Where are you from and what are you doing?"

Cheng Deming's assistant explained the situation straightforwardly. When he heard that Ao Zhisheng was a barefoot doctor from the countryside or a traditional Chinese medicine doctor, the doctor on duty immediately became angry.

"Isn't this nonsense? Your family members are really sick and seek medical treatment. Now our goal is to control the disease and study the pathology. Why are you looking for doctors randomly? Changing the treatment plan when the condition is unknown is a taboo in medicine!"

The doctor on duty was quite qualified. He did not directly speak of Ao Zhisheng's identity as a rural doctor or despise Ao Zhisheng's identity. Instead, he spoke of changing the treatment plan midway.

The female nurse helped, and the two scolded Cheng Deming and the assistant first, and then prepared to expel Ao Muyang and the others.

Ao Zhisheng, who had been silent all this time, took a breath and said slowly: "I am sure that I can cure this patient. I think I can cure his disease."

Upon hearing this, Cheng Deming's eyes immediately lit up and his face turned rosy: "Really, ahem, is it true?"

The doctor's face darkened and he said to Ao Zhisheng: "Old sir, do you have a medical qualification certificate?"

Ao Zhisheng took out a small red book from his pocket and said, "Yes, my medical qualification certificate was issued by Teacher Song Zhijing, director of Traditional Chinese Medicine at Beijing Union Medical College Hospital."

Xiao Hongben was already very old. Ao Muyang went up to take a look and found that the first release date was 1965!

Cheng Deming asked Ao Zhisheng urgently: "Old sir, can you really cure my problem?"

Ao Zhisheng nodded and said: "About 90% sure."

Cheng Deming immediately said to the doctor on duty: "I accept his treatment, Dr. Zeng, please don't worry about this matter. I trust Xiao Ao and this old gentleman."

The doctor on duty became anxious and said: "Mr. Cheng, you..."

"I know what's going on." Cheng Deming said with all his strength, "Don't say anything. We can only try our best. I haven't found any problems in the hospital in these days. I have to try other channels."

The doctor on duty couldn't persuade him, so he urgently called and called back their director who was resting at home.

At this time, Ao Zhisheng took out a piece of paper and wrote on it. His handwriting was elegant and neat, and it felt like it jumped out of the paper. It was much better than the ghostly talismans in the hospital.

He said to Cheng Deming's assistant: "This is a decoction. Comrade, you can go to a Chinese medicine store on the street to get the medicine. Pay attention to the medicine of cicada slough. It must be aged cicada slough. I brought some. You can use it first."

The assistant obviously believed in the Municipal Hospital more. He did not take the prescription, but looked at the doctor on duty with a hesitant look.

Cheng Deming was anxious: "Xiao Du, what are you doing? Take it and do what the old man tells you!"

The doctor on duty was also very anxious. He would never allow his patients to take medicines prescribed by outside doctors. This was irresponsible to the patients!

But his words were useless. Cheng Deming was very opinionated and rich. The doctors didn't dare to offend him. As long as the doctor on duty said more, he would be discharged.

Finally, the matter became serious and the director of the department came over in person.