Adventures of the Old Man

Author Little Sun's Star and Heart

Growing up, I didn't get along well with my peers, but I don't know why, but the old people like me very much.

Of course, the old director of my hospital is one of them. The old director only asked me a few words in the elevator that I was traveling with. It is not an exaggeration to say that he picked me up in the elevator, but the most exaggerated is not him. At least the old dean and I have met many times by chance,

The most exaggerated one was that because of my physical discomfort, I saw a Chinese medicine clinic on the Internet that seemed to have a good reputation, and I killed it alone.

There was a scrawny old Chinese medicine practitioner sitting there.

The old doctor took the pulse for me. After the prescription was finished, he suddenly said to me, "Sister! How old are you?" I said that I was a sophomore.

(I remember when I was young, when I was a sophomore, hahahaha)

Then his next sentence was really amazing, he said, "Would you like to come to me to work? Just every Sunday, Mr. Zhao, who usually comes to help, has to rest on Sunday. Can you help me with the antidote? It's very simple. "

I thought there was something wrong with my ears. It has been less than five minutes since I walked into the clinic.

Then I actually took the meds there for months. The so-called antidote is to take out all kinds of traditional Chinese medicine powders and weigh them according to the prescription prescribed by the doctor, and then throw them all into the mixing and subcontracting machine.

Once in a small air filled with licorice tablets, astragalus tablets, angelica tablets, pinellia tablets, cordyceps...

At that time, the immature workers were like me, with the most popular big wavy curly hair, as if a modern person who had entered the ancient medicine time-space tunnel by mistake, and was incompatible with the heavy red altar-colored traditional Chinese medicine cabinet, but I didn't hate that smell. Don't hate the dust in the room.

I was there while antidote, and hummed "Like fog, like rain, like wind". It was starring Zhou Xun, Chen Kun, Sun Honglei, Kou Shixun, Liu Ruiqi, etc. It was the first mainland drama I saw. Anyway, I am the only one in the huge clinic, and I have never heard of a patient or an old doctor complaining.

The old Chinese doctor usually seldom speaks. He is so thin that he seems to be blown away by the wind at any time. But his eyes are bright and he seems to be very smart. I know that things about the old Chinese medicine doctor are all heard from Mr. Zhao.

In the first week, Mr. Zhao came to teach me the content of the work. He was a talkative person and kept talking.

The old Chinese doctor has a son, who is an idiot, not an idiot who can't get his head around, but a real idiot. Maybe it is because of some money, and even fools are married, but the old Chinese doctor and his son's family are not getting along well, so they choose to live in the clinic alone.

When there were no patients, the old Chinese doctor would show me a lot of books. To be honest, I couldn’t understand those Chinese medicine books at all. I had nothing to do anyway, and I was serious about trying to understand those books.

When the patient comes, there are symptoms ranging from chest tightness and suffocation to male masculinity. I feel embarrassed to listen to the patient's privacy, and I will leave the table. Several times later, the old doctor asked me, why did I leave my seat? He said he wanted to teach me everything he knew.

At the time, I just thought he must be crazy and didn't take his words seriously, so I read my book hard.

Once, Mr. Zhao taught me how to ask for money from the National Health Insurance Bureau. There are various rubber stamps for various disease names. If there is no disease name, the application will be withdrawn. Then the treatment will be in vain. See the Sick Names section of the application file.

As a result, I once saw a patient without a disease name, the old doctor was sleeping, I was embarrassed to wake him up, I thought, what's the problem, it's very simple! I have consulted with an old Chinese doctor many times. Anyway, men are all healthy, and women are women's diseases, that's right! That's how it was done, so an idiot migrant worker like me, on the medical record, stamped the big words "Physical Disorders" with a rubber stamp.

Unexpectedly, the patient named "Lin Mingfen" is actually a man! I made a man have a menstrual irregularity!

The old doctor was in a good mood that day. He laughed until he was about to turn over and didn't say anything to me, but Mr. Zhao was very angry. Looking back now, I really can't help Mr. Zhao, the old doctor didn't scold me, he must have scolds Mr. Zhao.

Although I made a mistake, the old doctor didn't deduct my money. Every Sunday evening, I would get a thousand-yuan bill as a reward, just like an old grandfather gave his grandson pocket money.

One day, the old Chinese doctor happily told me that he would no longer be alone in the future. He would go to Vietnam to marry a young concubine and come back to be with him. He was very happy to ask me to help him choose the pattern and color of the new sheets. I was cheesy and helped him choose a pink Hello Kitty, and also bought him a new Datong electric cooker.

However, I have never met his Vietnamese concubine. Because, one day, I received a call from Mr. Zhao, saying that I don't have to go from this week, because the old doctor died.

I don't know why, but I didn't feel very surprised at the time. Maybe I didn't even ask about the cause of death. Later, when I passed by the bus, even the medical hall sign was removed.

I still remember that skinny old Chinese doctor. After his death, all kinds of grass-flavored powders that he created slowly floated to the ground. The magical space of ancient medicine was like pressing the delete key of a computer. In the same way, it was compressed and crumpled into a ball by the computer in an instant and was thrown into the trash can on the home page of the computer. I did not restore it. This history is as thick and thick as those herbal dusts piled up in the depths of my memory. .

This is my "Old Man Adventures". Maybe it will continue in the future. But after a few more years, I'll be the old man there...