Chapter 708 It’s inevitable to win
His nails dug deep into his palms, leaving crescent-shaped white marks on the wood-grained tabletop.
"The leaders of the Health Bureau patted their chests and expressed their support, and promised to transfer personnel from the Municipal Hospital and the Maternal and Child Health Hospital."
Memories flooded back. Director Song recalled the first time he went to the Municipal Hospital, the doctors in white coats gathered around the radiator and rubbed their hands, listening to him describe how the cold wind in the Great Northern Wilderness could freeze snot into ice.
I remember when I was at the Maternal and Child Health Hospital, the head nurse pointed to the banner on the wall and said:
"Some of the women who deliver babies here don't even want to go to the county town, let alone the Great Northern Wilderness."
What embarrassed him most was that after a drinking party, he heard the young doctor mumbling drunkenly:
"It's better to go to the outpatient clinic and get two more boxes of medicine than to go to a place where rabbits don't shit..."
"When the doctors and nurses heard that they were going to come to the Great Northern Wilderness,
Director Song's voice suddenly dropped, like a fallen leaf blown away by the wind.
"Everyone declined. One young man even said he would rather go to the mountains to teach than suffer here."
He bent down to pick up the pen on the ground. The red star on the pen cap had long been worn out.
"Later, the city issued a document saying that the subsidy for special talents would be doubled, but there were still very few people willing to come."
The fog outside the window gradually dissipated, but the sunlight was still pale. Director Song looked at the villagers working in the fields in the distance, their hunched backs appearing and disappearing in the wheat waves.
"After a long time, the matter was just abandoned."
He closed the notebook, and the metal clasp made a crisp "click" sound, which startled the account books in the metal cabinet to rustle.
"but......"
He suddenly looked up and his eyes swept across Wang Jianguo's shining eyes and Zhao Shuzhuo's tightly pursed lips.
"Can the Yang Xiaohua you mentioned really shoulder this responsibility?"
The morning light slowly crawled across the blue brick floor of Director Song's office. Wang Jianguo looked at the mountain of documents on the desk.
Those reports stamped with red seals and densely packed comments seem to tell of the hard work of the old director.
After Director Song finished speaking, the room fell into a brief silence. Only the ticking sound of the old-fashioned clock in the corner was particularly clear in the silence.
Wang Jianguo reached out and wiped the thin layer of sweat from his forehead. The cuff of his coarse work clothes rubbed against his cheek, leaving a faint trace of mud.
He took a deep breath, his eyes showing determination and confidence, and he spoke calmly:
"Director Song, after hearing what you said, I finally understand. In the final analysis, it's just a matter of manpower."
He paused, took out the wrinkled notebook from his arms, and gently opened it. There were a few pieces of dried wormwood between the yellowed pages, emitting a faint medicinal fragrance.
"You see, the dilemma we are facing now is just like this mugwort. It looks dry, but as long as there is a suitable opportunity, it can still be of great use."
He raised his head and looked straight at Director Song. There was confusion and a hint of expectation in his eyes behind the lenses.
Wang Jianguo continued:
“If we have doctors and nurses, can we set up a health clinic?”
When he said this, his voice unconsciously rose a few degrees, as if he had already seen the appearance of the clinic after it was built.
In the spacious and bright room, medicine cabinets are neatly arranged, and medical staff are busy and orderly treating the villagers.
Director Song's slightly hunched back suddenly straightened. He pushed his reading glasses that had slid to the tip of his nose, and a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.
He had asked himself this question countless times in his mind, but he could never find the answer.
When Wang Jianguo heard these words at this moment, a ripple of hope actually arose in his heart.
"Of course!"
Director Song's voice rose unconsciously, and with some excitement, he reached out and patted Wang Jianguo's shoulder heavily.
"Doctors and nurses are the biggest problem. Over the years, I have been running around and begging for help just to solve this problem."
"Once this problem is solved, the venue and equipment will be easy to deal with. There will be no more difficulties!"
Having said this, Director Song's eyes gradually dimmed. He turned around and looked at the row of bare poplar trees outside the window, their dead branches swaying in the cold wind.
"But this is easier said than done."
He murmured to himself:
"The conditions in the Great Northern Wilderness are difficult and it is difficult to retain talented people. Medical staff from big cities leave after just a few days..."
His voice became lower and lower, finally turning into a heavy sigh.
Wang Jianguo clenched his fist, took a half step forward, and said firmly:
"Director Song, this time is different! Comrade Yang Xiaohua, who is new to our team, has worked as a nurse in a city hospital for five years. She is good at giving injections, changing dressings, and treating common diseases."
"And she is willing to stay and serve our fellow villagers in the Great Northern Wilderness!"
There was a gleam in his eyes, as if he had already seen the clinic rising from the black land.
"As long as we have a leader, find some young girls in the village to learn from them, and slowly train our own medical team, I don't believe that this clinic can't be built!"
Wang Jianguo could not hide the excitement in his eyes; the patches on the knees of his overalls trembled slightly with his excited movements.
He leaned forward and pressed his rough palm heavily on Director Song's desk, which was piled with documents, shaking the tea leaves in the enamel pot.
"Director Song, isn't that a coincidence?"
His voice was as clear as a broken bellows, startling the sparrows on the old locust tree outside the window and making them fly around in panic.
"Brother Shuzhuo picked someone up from the train station yesterday—"
Before he could finish his words, Zhao Shuzhuo suddenly started coughing violently, and the roots of his ears turned red at a speed visible to the naked eye.
He hurriedly reached out to pull at the button on his collar, but buttoned it into another hole by mistake.
Wang Jianguo was completely unaware and continued to speak excitedly, his Adam's apple sliding up and down his sweaty neck:
"She's his girlfriend! Comrade Yang Xiaohua is a real nurse from the Municipal Hospital, and she graduated from the Nursing School after 800 years!"
As he spoke, he took out a crumpled piece of brown paper from his pocket and unfolded it to reveal half a yellowed page of the Municipal Hospital Journal.
In the broken corner of the newspaper, you can vaguely see the words "Excellent Nursing Model":
"I've asked around. She's been on night shift at the emergency room for five years. She handles common illnesses like high fever, acute gastroenteritis, and pediatric convulsions better than the doctors at our commune clinic!"
The sunlight shone obliquely in through the window, casting a flickering spot of light on the back of Wang Jianguo's hand. In the cracks between his fingernails, there were still traces of grass clippings from when he helped Shen Chunhua repair the chicken coop yesterday.
Director Song took off his reading glasses and repeatedly wiped the lenses with the corner of his clothes, revealing the fine lines at the corners of his eyes.
He looked at Zhao Shuzhuo's uneasy expression and suddenly remembered that last winter, this young man braved the snow to take a feverish educated youth to the clinic, but he himself was frozen and fell ill.
The young man's ears were red at this moment, and he looked completely different from the man who ran wildly in the snow with the patient on his back.