Rebirth in the 1960s, starting from Chinese medicine

Li Chu leaned on the chair and frowned for a long time without speaking.

The first time he opened the letter, he recognized who wrote it.

It’s the people in the hospital. It can be said that 80% of the words written by the people in the hospital can find the corresponding people one by one. The remaining 20% ​​are logistics and security battalions who come here every year. recruits.

According to the strokes of each character, whether the writer is using his dominant hand or not, but his left hand, this made Li Chu doubt his intentions.

It is also very accidental to be able to recognize this person's left-handed writing.

There was a meeting in the hospital, Li Chu arrived late, and when he walked in from the back door of the meeting room, he accidentally found that this person was sitting in the back and writing with his left hand. Because of this he was more impressed.

When he opened the letter just now, he saw the straight strokes of the script, and he recognized it immediately.

However, it was precisely because of this person's identity that Li Chu became more suspicious of his motives.

"It's Lao Song from logistics."

"Who?" The cup that Commissar Gao was holding almost fell to the ground.

Li Chu didn't speak any more, just looked at the letter on the table.

"How could it be him?"

Who is Lao Song? Deputy Director Song of logistics, in charge of infrastructure, and assisting in the management of the medical waste warehouse.

"If I'm not mistaken, he wrote this letter with his left hand." Li Chu stretched out his hand and tapped the letter twice.

"He can still write with his left hand, and can he write so neatly?" Political Commissar Gao was even more surprised after hearing this.

"Well, I saw it once before, so I was very impressed."

After thinking for a while, Li Chu continued: "Old Gao, let's talk to Lao Song in private. If it is really him, just give a warning and put it in the file. Don't go too far, and leave the rest to Comrade Qiu Nan." Come yourself."

Commissar Gao nodded, he understood what it meant.

Lao Song will retire in two years at most, if he is punished at this time...

It is not an ordinary person to be able to be the deputy director of a large department in the army. He used to be a security guard.

In fact, this old Song’s life in the past two years has not been very good. His eldest son was ice skating in Shichahai two years ago. It seems that because of a girl, he had a conflict with a few street skaters. He was scratched to the neck, and he was gone before he could be sent to the hospital.

You know, his eldest son is going to graduate from college in half a year, and he is about to have a bright future. In the end, he disappeared. Lao Song and his wife were hit hard at that time. The white-haired man sent the black-haired man , this is the most uncomfortable.

As for his second kid? It doesn't matter if you don't mention it. If it wasn't for him at that time, his brother, that nerd, wouldn't have conflicted with others.

Although people are indeed pitiful, what should be discussed must still be discussed, and the warnings that should be given must also be given, and he cannot be treated lightly because of his family situation.

Doesn't that make Li Chu too soft, anyone can pick it up, but Ding Qiunan is his wife, and he is reluctant to bully her for so many years.

Even if the matter is settled, just wait for the dean to come back and communicate with the political commissar.

That old Song probably didn't expect that it was less than three days after the report letter was handed in, and everyone already knew who wrote it, so it was a waste of his hard work to write with his left hand.

Speaking of selfishness, who can have no selfishness, he also has it.

He can retire in two years, and Lao Song doesn't really care whether he can become a director.

But letting a woman be his immediate boss made him very unhappy.

It can be said that Ding Qiunan has been conscientious in all these years, whether he has been in the position of the traditional Chinese medicine pharmacy or the deputy director of logistics, and he has never done anything to use his power for personal gain or pocket his own money.

He didn't even do anything to bully others.

The relationship with colleagues is also relatively good.

And this made Lao Song, who couldn't get used to her and always wanted to find her something, felt like a tiger who had nowhere to go.

In the end, I searched and searched, and I could only start with the trivial matter of using the car.

Actually, as long as this matter is replaced by another person, no matter who he is, as long as he is qualified to take a special car, his report letter will be settled.

Private use of public vehicles, as long as someone reports it, the higher authorities will investigate no matter what, and it is very easy to find out.

Because it is necessary to have a vehicle delivery slip when using a car now, and the driver must write that every time a vehicle is taken out, which involves the issue of refueling.

Although these chauffeurs carry a thick stack of blank and stamped dispatch slips in their bags, they have to go through these procedures.

Therefore, as long as the higher authorities want to check, there is nothing that cannot be found.

But who let him meet a freak.

At this time, the squad leader of the trolley class was in the office, handing out stamped dispatch slips to the drivers of the special cars.

"Tian Jun, I won't send it to you."

Tian Jun, who was sitting beside him smoking a cigarette, smiled and waved his hand. It was useless to give him the hospital's dispatch ticket.

"Where's Xiao Chen? Is the car out?"

"Well, the dean seems to have a meeting today, and Xiao Chen has been gone for a while."

"Then give it to him when he comes back."

"Hey, I said Tian Jun, isn't the dispatch form at the headquarters the same as our hospital's?"

"have no idea"

His crisp answer made several people sitting in the room look over.

"What do you mean?" The squad leader sitting in his seat asked curiously.

"I remember filling out the vehicle form over there."

"It is indeed necessary to write, but Director Li doesn't need to write about this car now. I don't know the specific reason. This is what the leader explained."

The few people present glanced at each other, and didn't continue to inquire. It is better to know less about some things.

Turning around, the few of them talked about the performance of the car again.

This complained that the car likes to have problems, and that car should be covered by three guarantees again.

It’s not so easy to be a driver now. It doesn’t mean that you just need to know how to drive. Today’s drivers must not only be able to drive, but also be able to repair cars. Small problems must be handled by themselves.

So for this group of drivers, whoever can drive a new car will be the envy of others. No matter how you say, the failure rate of new cars is lower than that of old cars.

For example, the car of the political commissar is a 2020 that has just been replaced. The previous 212 was really broken. It took more than a year to report and the new car finally arrived.

"Tian Jun, how did you get the 2020 driven by his daughter? I saw her stop at the entrance of the hospital several times without driving in."

Sijiucheng said it was not big or small, but a car was still very easy to attract the attention of others.

Li Wenhui was already paying attention. Several times when she drove to work, she would not drive the car in. She stopped at a place in front of the hospital, and was still noticed.