The patient was in critical condition.
Not only did he have severe lung disease, but he also had bedsores.
His whole body exuded a foul odor, his hair was in clumps, he was filthy, and his consciousness was no longer clear.
Chen Yan immediately asked the nurse to bring the patient in for treatment, and personally connected a large syringe to a rubber tube to aspirate the sputum.
Mucus filled with poisonous bacteria flowed across the face.
The nurses quickly put on masks and gloves, but Chen Yan didn't care at all.
After a lot of thick phlegm was sucked out, the patient regained some consciousness and struggled to leave, saying that he could not afford to see a doctor and could not burden his son.
The patient's son was a young worker in work clothes.
He knelt in front of the hospital bed and cried: "Mom, you are selling the iron."
I also want to treat you."
Chen Yan has diagnosed the patient with pneumonia.
This disease is no longer fatal in foreign countries, but it is still one of the diseases with extremely high fatality rate in China.
She told the nurse: "500,000 units of penicillin, intramuscular injection."
Hearing the words penicillin, the worker's eyes widened: "How much does it cost?"
His hands involuntarily held his empty pockets.
Chen Yan said: "No money."
The worker said: "What do you want?"
Chen Yan said: "Free medical treatment, don't ask for anything."
Watching the nurse sucking the imported penicillin, which was as expensive as gold, into the syringe and injecting it into the mother, the worker couldn't help but get wet eyes.
He lay on the bed and said, "Mom, what I'm giving you is penicillin.
It's an American panacea.
One shot is all it takes." good."
Chen Yan said with a smile: "One injection will not cure the disease.
It will take a week of continuous injection, and the patient's living environment and hygiene habits must also be improved, otherwise it will happen again."
When the patient learned that he had been given penicillin, his spirits immediately improved.
It seemed that the psychological effect of the magic drug was greater than the pathological effect.
The old woman burst into tears with gratitude: "Second happiness, I still don't kowtow to the living Bodhisattva."
Erxi's eyes were full of tears.
Chen Yan, who was wearing a white coat in the haze, was beautiful and holy, just like Guanyin Bodhisattva who saved the suffering.
He knelt down and kowtowed loudly: "Bodhisattva, thank you for your great mercy and compassion for saving my mother's life."
Chen Yan quickly helped her: "Get up quickly, these are the duties of our medical workers."
Erxi said: "I am a pauper.
I have nothing but my arms and my strength.
From now on, I will do all the dirty and heavy work here."
In the evening, a meeting was being held in a shack on the river beach.
The bearded man said: "The form of the struggle has changed recently.
The enemy sent a Laushizi medical team to divide and disintegrate the masses.
Many people were deceived by them for small profits.
We must take action.
I suggest , took advantage of the situation and set fire to the medical team.”
Several guys dressed as workers were gearing up and echoed.
"I object" was spoken by Yang Shugen, "Although the behavior of the medical team will bring certain resistance to our work, it is essentially good for the masses.
It's just that we can't save people.
How can we stop others?"
Save people."
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Yang Shugen was the special commissioner sent by the organization to the Beitai Industrial Zone.
His words represented the party.
Although the worker activists were somewhat resistant, they still accepted them.
The medical team didn't know it yet, but they had dodged a bullet.
The next morning, Yang Shugen also came to the vicinity of the medical team and watched from a distance as Chen Yan diagnosed the poor people.
She spoke softly and worked hard without any airs of a young lady, which actually moved Yang Shugen a little.
"Chen Yan is a kind girl, but she was born into the wrong family.
It is her personal tragedy to be born into such a reactionary family."
Yang Shugen murmured to himself.
Suddenly someone slapped him hard on the shoulder.
Yang Shugen staggered and almost fell down.
When he looked back, he saw that it was his enemy Ma Chunhua.
"What are you looking for?
Do you also want to see a doctor?"
Ma Chunhua wore an apron and held a green onion in her hand, chewing it as fruit.
Yang Shugen said angrily: "I'm wondering whether these people are good people."
Ma Chunhua took a bite of a green onion and said carelessly: "What's there to think about?
When you do good things, you are a good person, and when you do bad things, you are a bad person.
It's that simple."
Yang Shugen was a little surprised.
This seemingly crude woman actually said such philosophical words.
He was determined to test Ma Chunhua.
"Chunhua, I have a question for you.
When giving cultural tutoring classes to workers, they are always absent.
Otherwise, you will be distracted and how can you reverse this situation
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Ma Chunhua said disdainfully: "Who would like to hear what you said about the old master?
You have to tell stories about Dou Erdun fighting Huang Tianba and Sun Monkey seeking Buddhist scriptures in the West.
I'm sure the workers will like to hear it."
Yang Shugen couldn't laugh or cry: "I am a night school culture teacher, not a storyteller.
Oh, Chunhua, I suddenly understand, thank you."
After that, he ran away.
"It's a surprise, you must have eaten enough."
Ma Chunhua looked at the poplar roots disappearing, and took another bite of green onion, which was crispy.
Just then, Chen Bei emerged from the tent, flicked his hair, put on his toad sunglasses, popped out a Camel cigarette and lit it.
He saw Ma Chunhua in the distance and said hello to her friendly: "Hello."
Ma Chunhua was so angry when she saw him looking like a playboy, she took a sip on the ground, turned around and left.
Chen Bei shrugged, wondering how he provoked this village girl.
Jiangbei United Machinery Company's Cultural Night School, as usual, only a few workers worked sparsely in class.
A few male workers in the front row yawned nonstop, and a few female workers in the back gathered together to knit sweaters and peel beans.
Yang Shugen tapped the table: "Co-workers, before going to class today, I want to tell you a story."
The workers looked at Teacher Yang in confusion, wondering what happened to him today.
Did he eat something wrong or something wrong?
Yang Shugen coughed dryly and started: "It is said that there was a big warlord in Shandong named Zhang Zongchang.
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He had three ignorances.
First, he didn't know how much money he had.
Second, he didn't know how many soldiers he had.
Third, he didn't know how many soldiers he had. concubine."
The workers burst into laughter.
If an ordinary person could have a wife, it would be considered good.
If he could have a concubine, he would be a landlord.
There were so many that he couldn't tell how many.
This warlord must be so confused.
Yang Shugen was secretly happy.
It seemed that he had chosen the right method.
As he told the story, bursts of laughter broke out from time to time in the class.
The workers passing by outside also became curious.
When they came in, they were unwilling to leave.
The class slowly progressed.
It was actually full of people.
After the story was told, the workers shouted: "Teacher Yang, tell me another one."
Yang Shugen said: "Okay, I'll tell you one more story.
I just told a story about the governor of Shandong, Zhang Zongchang.
Now let's tell the story about the governor of Jiangdong, Marshal Chen.
But you have to keep it a secret for me and let the superiors know that I told the story about Chen Zikun.
You must fire me."
There was another burst of good-natured laughter, and a young worker said: "Teacher Yang, please be patient, we won't be able to remember if it goes in one ear and out the other."
Everyone laughed, Yang Shugen also laughed, and said: "Okay, I'll start.
To be honest, I worked as a gardener in the Chen family when I was a child.
I know a lot about their family and what the concubines of the Chen family use for bathing.
You guys."
Guess" "If you ask me, half a bottle of toilet water should be dropped into the wooden basin."
A female worker said.
"Tsk, you're just guessing.
A wife from a wealthy family can't use a wooden basin to take a bath.
She has a private bathhouse, so she can wash as she pleases."
A male worker retorted.
Yang Shugen smiled: "Everyone's guesses are wrong.
Rich people don't go to bathhouses outside because they are too dirty.
They wash in their own bathrooms, using white jade bathtubs and pure gold faucets.
The bath water is even worse.
They use It’s made with fresh milk, sprinkled with rose petals, and five maids are required to take care of it.
Guess how much a bath costs.”
"At least ten oceans" "I can't help it.
How much does a tank of milk alone cost?
It's estimated to be thirty oceans."
The workers were very interested in this kind of guessing problem, but they always guessed wrong.
Yang Shugen raised a finger: "A bath costs one gold bar."
There was a gasping sound below.
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The common people couldn't even eat enough.
Not only did the officials use milk for bathing, but one bath cost a gold bar.
Is this how people live?
This is how gods live.
Some people raised doubts: "A tank of milk is not that expensive, right?"
Yang Shugen said contemptuously: "Do you think it is ordinary milk?
It is foreign milk imported from the United States.
Washing it can make your skin whiter and make you ten years younger."
The workers were stunned for a while, but Teacher Yang knew better.
One worker wondered: "I don't understand.
Why can't rich people live a good life?
Bathing with milk will be punished by God."
Yang Shugen said: "This worker, you are right to the point.
The chaebols and warlords control this country, and all they waste is our hard-earned money.
Why don't the workers in our factory and the iron factory have enough food and clothing?"
, because most of it has been looted by the above, let me tell you what residual value is."
After class, there were still a group of young workers around Yang Shugen asking questions.
Yang Shugen said with a smile: "Since you guys are so eager to learn, let's form an interest group.
Let's continue chatting in my dormitory, and I'll treat you to peanuts."
When the workers came to the dormitory, Yang Shugen took out cigarettes and peanuts to greet everyone, sat on the bed and spoke: "Do you know the Soviet Union?
It was a country composed of poor people.
The Communist Party of the Soviet Union was a party of the poor, specializing in revolutionizing the lives of the rich. " A worker asked: "Teacher Yang, you say the Soviet Union is so good, which one is more powerful, the Soviet Union or the United States?"
Yang Shugen said: "I don't know who is more powerful.
Let me tell you a fact.
The United States and Japan fought for three years without winning.
Marshal Stalin of the Soviet Union announced the dispatch of troops.
In less than a week, guess what?"
The workers opened their eyes wide and waited patiently for what was to come.
Yang Shugen slapped his thigh: "In less than a week, the Kwantung Army collapsed and Japan surrendered."
The worker who asked just now scratched his head and smiled honestly: "I know, the Soviet Union is still better."
Yang Shugen smiled and said nothing.
The next day, the night school was packed with seats and people were standing outside the windows.
The workers had nothing to do after get off work and came to listen to Yang Shugen’s story.
Looking at the eager eyes, Yang Shugen knew that his efforts were not in vain
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