Chapter 14

"I only heard the teacher say that they use dysteryl to treat gastritis, but I know it for the first time with gentamicin."

Zheng Fugui, who entered the house, had a pair of bright eyes. Zheng Jianguo shook his head and said, "last time, the fourth sister - sore throat and uncomfortable cough, you gave her qingdamycin for two days. At that time, you didn't pay attention. Her - got well and her stomach - didn't hurt."

Zheng Donghua got upper respiratory tract infection at the beginning of winter. Zheng Fugui prescribed gentamicin to her at that time. This does not mean that the barefoot doctor prescribed the right medicine after diagnosis. At present, no one except some doctors in some cities can accurately prescribe the right medicine. As he said earlier, the teachers said that dysteryl was used to treat gastritis, It belongs to the category that only knows its nature and doesn't know why. When you hear this, Zheng Fugui suddenly looks ecstatic: "good boy, you are worthy of my old Zheng's son. Can you find it?"

Zheng Fugui's culture is not high. What he wants to express is to observe so keenly, but because of his poor expression, Zheng Jianguo said so. Zheng Jianguo followed with a brilliant smile and said, "Dad, you never thought about the stomach disease of the fourth sister. Why does it happen from time to time?"

"Relapse. Gastritis can't be cured. Take medicine for two days. If you don't take it, you don't know when it will relapse."

Zheng Fugui's voice has inexplicable power, and his righteous answer directly extinguishes Zheng Jianguo's idea of popular science. He wants to ask Dad where you have the confidence to say that it can't be cured. He just thinks that the stomach disease caused by Helicobacter pylori accounts for less than four fifths of all patients with stomach disease. It seems that it hasn't changed much after persuading Dad now?

"What I went to school is different. What I see is different, that is - well, good!"

Zheng Jianguo's amazing Kung Fu, Zheng Fugui continued to boast without reservation, but because there was too little poor ink in his stomach, he only gave a good word evaluation after thinking about it. Zheng Jianguo showed a shy smile.

Zheng Donghua cured gastritis with gentamicin for two days, which made Zheng Jianguo have a new understanding of people's drug resistance to antibiotics. In his last life, he said he was the director of emergency department. In fact, as a township hospital, he can't see several serious patients all year round, Those who are seriously ill either go to the upgraded Shanzhou people's hospital or go to a big city.

However, those who can go to township hospitals are elderly people. In addition, with the popularity of the Internet, the public will see doctors through the Internet. If they can't, they can just find a drugstore, and the resident doctors will see the patients - the consequence of this is that the abuse of antibiotics leads to a sharp increase in drug resistance and drug resistance. The most direct embodiment is that the drugs they take are the same as before, But he didn't get better.

Zheng Jianguo's performance made Zheng Fugui very happy. He didn't even say much about seeing that he failed in some courses. The next day, he took him to the ancestral grave behind the village and talked about it: "Dad, mom, when he grew up, he didn't learn in vain. He was better than me as a father. I was pushing a dung cart behind someone's ass at that time, He can see the way from sinier's illness. You should bless him underground, bless him to live a long life and honor the ancestors of the old Zheng family ~ "

One meter seven Zheng Fugui was not tall. He stood up after kneeling in front of two bare graves, turned and said, "come and kowtow to your grandparents -"

Looking at the two grave bags without even a monument, Zheng Jianguo doesn't remember the appearance of the two old people. According to his father's words, he knelt down and kowtowed over his head. Seeing him holding a small stick and carrying burning paper money, he stood up and looked at the people shuttling through the cemetery in the distance. Sanlibao brigade is going to celebrate the new year, so it's time for their grandparents to celebrate the new year.

After the ancestor worship was completed, the year also entered the countdown. Zheng Fugui set up a large iron pot in the yard, took the third and fourth sisters to prepare oil, cut the fish with its head off into large pieces, marinate it with the only seasoning, and then wrap it with paste after the oil in the oil pot boils, and then fry it.

Du Xiaomei took her eldest sister and second sister to cut and mix in the kitchen. The ground shredded meat and radish were mixed together and rubbed into meatballs. After frying, they can be put on for a long time. This is the food of the whole family in the next half month. Everyone is busy.

When the whole family was busy, Zheng Jianguo was not idle. Listening to the sound of firecrackers from time to time outside, he looked at the book with a pen and wrote it in his book. At present, there were not many winter vacation homework, but he assigned himself a huge homework: copy Xu Guozhang's English.

"Rich brother -"

It was quickly written in his notebook that a man whose forehead looked like a chicken nest appeared in Zheng Jianguo's sight. He didn't know what to hold in his hand. He went to Zheng Fugui next to the oil pan, looked at him and said, "this is the medicine money owed last year. It's the new year's day immediately -"

"Dadong, six of your family have paid less than 58 yuan this year. There's no hurry about the medicine money -"

Zheng Fugui turned and looked at the direction of the kitchen, and his voice was gradually inaudible. Zheng Jianguo blinked and lowered his head to continue copying books. This year's sanlibao brigade had a good harvest. After deducting the rations, each member could have ten yuan at the end of the year, but the money looked a lot. However, after removing the account for returning the medicine money outside, the balance of the whole family was very small, Moreover, they have to cope with the expenses in the next year. Those who are obsessed with food, clothing, housing and transportation count on this money.

The man turned and left, and Du Xiaomei's voice came out of the kitchen: "no wonder people say that every dog butcher who is righteous will pay back the money this year, right? I saw that the couplets of other people had been pasted long ago. I didn't ask them for them right away for the new year. You have to mention something after the new year's wealth, otherwise people still don't mean to treat us as fools and don't say anything -- "

"OK, OK ~"

Zheng Fugui was busy coping with it. Zheng Jianguo, who was doing his homework in the house, got up and closed the door. I'm afraid he didn't remember the accounts outside his father. He accumulated from a few minutes to a few cents every year. Now it has become a big number. Therefore, whenever the new year comes, my mother's resentment erupts.

The memorial tablets of chicken, duck, fish, dumplings and firecrackers were naturally afraid to be placed, and there were no fruits at the offering table. Under the gaze of the newly invited chairman's portrait, a family of seven people sat around the kerosene lamp and ate the new year's Eve dinner. The bean fire vaguely lengthened and shortened the six figures next to the table.

In his memory, Zheng Jianguo recalled the Spring Festival in his childhood. The new year's Eve dinner in his memory was so delicious. But when his wish came true, he felt that this year was too poor. There was no electricity, no Internet, no TV, no newspaper, no radio, enough to eat and drink. After the whole family washed and went to bed, he wrote hard for the borrowed English book, This is the way he sent away the year of the dragon and ushered in the year of the snake.

Zheng Jianguo's English is not good. In his last life, he didn't have close contact with English until the hospital had a computer system and the input method used for typing. At this time, he couldn't find the legendary self-study series. He took this as his first task, except that he followed his parents on the first and second days of the new year and paid respects to his relatives, At other times, the whole family went to the city to catch the temple fair and didn't participate. Zheng Fugui and Du Xiaomei were very worried about their strength.

Fortunately, after copying the book, Zheng Jianguo quickly returned to normal. After getting up in the morning, he began to run around the village. When someone asked, he also said that walking had long been regarded as exercise when he went to school every day. Now the new year is over, and he will start school soon and adapt in advance.

Spring flowers bloom, everything recovers, and the drizzle falls before the arrival of stinging. Zheng Jianguo didn't expect to encounter a continuous drizzle on the first day of school. Looking at the brand-new yellow rubber shoes on his feet, Zheng Fugui bought them for him when he went shopping in the city. With green pants and blue long coat, it already has a bit of the taste of city people.

The drizzle didn't bother. Because Zheng Fugui was a barefoot doctor, the rain gear at home was still complete. Although the umbrella had been repaired many times, Zheng Jianguo took it from Du Xiaomei, propped it up and went into the rain: "Mom, I'm leaving."

"Slow down on the road and hide from the car."

Du Xiaomei told her twice that Zheng Jianguo turned around and stepped on the mud on the village road. The rain did not reduce all night. He hit his face and even felt comfortable. Of course, this was only when he didn't step on the mud. After soaking all night, the mud road had been rotten. From the village road to the road, his feet had been covered with yellow mud.

When Zheng Jianguo got to the roadside and rubbed the trees clean, he remembered the benefits of the cement road. Unfortunately, the cement road in his memory could not appear until more than ten years. He put his schoolbag on his chest and hugged it to the school. He frowned at the vast campus, remembered what the library teacher said, and was uneasy about his agreement with others at that time, He forgot it.

"Teacher, do you have the information left by the library teacher? It's about the mathematical and chemical series. What's the message for Zheng Jianguo? "

When he came to the reception room next to a small part of the railway track, Zheng Jianguo knocked on the door and looked at three or four teachers inside. He saw several people. Look at me. I saw your Qi shake his head: "no, teacher Cui in the library didn't say anything. I saw her go in earlier."

"Oh, thank you!"

Zheng Jianguo was obviously relieved to find that, as he had imagined, Mr. Cui said that it had disappeared ten years ago, so it was not easy to find it for a while and a half. He walked briskly to the classroom immediately, and haw was like entering the vegetable market. Men and women were talking in groups. He remembered that no one's homework had not been finished at the moment, We haven't seen each other for another month without pressure. It's good to see each other, even if we open the conversation.

Taking out the English book that had been with him for months from his schoolbag, Zheng Jianguo stopped when he passed Kou Yang's seat and put it in front of her seat with both hands: "thank you. I hope it didn't delay you."

"Have you seen it?"

After a year, Kou Yang's cotton padded jacket turned into a light blue coat. Two black and thick braids hung on his shoulders. His small white face raised the ballpoint pen between his fingers and danced. Zheng Jianguo looked at her slender fingers and nodded, "well, I've seen it. Thank you."

"Yes?"

Two thin willow eyebrows stirred up. Before Kou Yang finished, Zheng Jianguo had raised his feet and left. Zhao Nan stretched her neck to read the name of the book, and subconsciously said, "this guy can understand this?"