Benben took two steps forward and felt that he was going in the wrong direction, so he stopped immediately and opened his mouth and shouted loudly, indicating that he wanted to go in the direction of Dazhang Mountain.
How could Doctor Zhu not understand what the big yellow dog meant? He was heartbroken at this moment and had no choice but to turn his head away and not look at Benben. Only after delivering the baby did he turn back and go to Dazhang Mountain with Benben.
There was a Beijing 212 jeep parked at the entrance of the village. It would have been much faster with a car. In the confusion, I didn't even think about why they didn't send the woman in labor to the hospital since the patient's family already had a car?
The jeep sped towards the county town.
Doctor Zhu calmed down and realized something was wrong. He asked hurriedly, "Where are we going?"
"You'll know when you get there." The middle-aged man replied coldly.
"Aren't we going to save a woman in labor?" Dr. Zhu became more and more suspicious.
No one in the car spoke anymore and the atmosphere suddenly became tense.
"I want to get off the car. My son is waiting for me to save his life." Dr. Zhu shouted.
"Don't shout. We are giving you face, otherwise we will tie you up and gag you." The middle-aged man said viciously.
Only at this moment did Dr. Zhu realize that something was wrong. He might have encountered murderous kidnappers. However, he was just a barefoot doctor and there was nothing valuable in his home.
The jeep drove into Wuyuan County and finally stopped in front of a large courtyard.
Doctor Zhu was taken to the reception room, where someone served him tea and then quietly left. Doctor Zhu looked around. On the wall hung a standard portrait of Chairman Mao, and in the corner were some green flowers and plants. He recognized them as short-leaf Clivia, a very rare variety.
"Haha, it's not inconvenient to ask Dr. Zhu to come here so late at night." Three people walked in, led by Huang Qiansui, director of the Wuyuan County Revolutionary Committee, who was called "Emperor Qiansui" by the villagers.
"Director Huang?" Doctor Zhu was surprised. What was going on? He looked at the two people behind him. One was Meng Zhuqi from Nanshan Town, and the other was Wu Daoming, the Feng Shui master from Hong Kong.
"Doctor Zhu, please sit down and have some tea." Huang Qiansui said as he and the other two sat down one after another.
Doctor Zhu looked at the official of Wuyuan County, wondering what had happened that had called him here so late at night.
"Doctor Zhu, some revolutionary masses have reported that you were perfunctory in treating the poor and lower-middle peasants, but you devoted yourself to treating the landlords, rich peasants, counter-revolutionaries and bad elements. There is something wrong with your stance." Director Huang's expression was very serious.
"In the eyes of a doctor, everyone is my patient and should be treated equally," Dr. Zhu said frankly.
"Comrade, do you know the meaning of the word 'comrade'? It means common aspirations. Let me ask you, can the revolutionary masses and class enemies have common aspirations? This is a question of class standpoint. As a barefoot doctor, your medicine is related to the life and death of the revolutionary masses. Of course, I don't think you meant it. Chairman Mao said, 'If you correct yourself, you are a good comrade.' Do you think I am right?" Director Huang said earnestly.
Doctor Zhu snorted.
Director Huang continued as if he didn't care: "I can consider not pursuing this matter further. You guys continue your conversation. I'll be out for a while." After saying that, he stood up and walked out the door.
Only Meng Zhuqi, Wu Daoming and Dr. Zhu were left in the room, and the tense atmosphere seemed to ease a little.
"Doctor Zhu, it's very rare that Director Huang took time out of his busy schedule to meet with you. As long as you tell us where you fainted, we will immediately send you back by car. Moreover, you will be transferred to work in the county hospital in the near future. You will be a city resident and eat commercial grain. How about that?" Meng Zhuqi's face was full of smiles.
It turned out that they were planning to induce Tai Chi dizziness. Dr. Zhu then understood.
"What is Tai Chi dizziness? I've never heard of it. Is it a Chinese medicine?" said Doctor Zhu.
"Haha, old sir, you may not know the name Tai Chi Yun, but you should at least know where the earth egg in your son's hand was dug out from, right?" Wu Daoming interrupted.
My son… Hansheng is still in Dazhang Mountain, his life or death is uncertain, but I am trapped here, what should I do? Dr. Zhu's forehead was covered with sweat.
Meng Zhuqi and Wu Daoming looked at each other and smiled, there is a way.
"Okay, I'll go back and tell you after I ask my son clearly." Dr. Zhu stood up and walked towards the door.
Two big men flashed out from outside the door and blocked the way.
Huang Qiansui stood in the yard with his back to him, waved his hand impatiently, and said, "Let him think it over somewhere."
The two big men grabbed Dr. Zhu's arms and took him into a small room in the backyard without any explanation. They locked the door and kept watch.
In Nanshan Village, the big yellow dog Benben stood in the rain waiting for Dr. Zhu to return.
Finally, it gave up hope, cried a few times, and turned around and ran towards Dazhang Mountain…
Han Sheng did not close his eyes all night, and he felt severe pain in his legs from time to time. Finally, when dawn came, he picked up the glass bottle and found that a layer of white liquid had settled at the bottom of the bottle.
"The thirty-six peaks are clear, the snow melts and the mist grows green. The moon stays for three nights, and spring leads to a trip to the four mountains. The distant grass is beginning to show color, and the cold birds have not changed their voices. The highest stone in the East Rock, only I have written my name on it." The sound of reciting poems was heard next door again, and Mr. Wu Chu woke up.
"Little brother, did you sleep well last night?" He walked in.
Han Sheng shook his head and said, "I haven't slept all night. Uncle Shanren, can you help me apply medicine and find a splint?"
"Of course." replied Mr. Wu Chushan.
With the help of the mountain people, Han Sheng took off his pants. His entire right leg was swollen and bruised, and it was purple in color. The tibia and fibula, also known as the frontal bone, in the middle part of the calf were transversely fractured. Examination showed no open wounds. Han Sheng was relieved . This type of fracture can be reduced and fixed with a splint and plaster.
Mr. Wu Chushan helped Hansheng to reset his leg bone, and mixed the white sediment and dust in the glass bottle into the mixture, then applied it evenly on the broken leg.
"Traditional Chinese medicine is incredible." The hermit sighed, and at the same time took out a clean old bed sheet, tore it into long strips to wrap Hansheng's right leg, then clamped it on both sides of the leg with a wooden board, and finally wrapped it tightly with layers of cloth strips.
Han Sheng looked at the mountain man with a little sweat on his forehead and said, "I don't know how to thank you."
Wu Chushan laughed: "We are both exiled people, why should I thank you? Why did I eat mountain rats this morning?"
Han Sheng had helped his father treat several patients with fractures before. They would not recover for more than three months, and it was troublesome to take anti-inflammatory and change the dressing. This strange treatment in the Qing Nang Jing was incredible, and it was noted that only one dose of the medicine was needed and the patient would recover in seven days.
A cool and comfortable feeling came from the broken leg, and the effect of the medicine began to take effect.
Mr. Wu Chushan brought in breakfast, which included porridge and a dish of pickled peppers and dried mountain rats, which Han ate with gusto.
"Don't you feel bored living alone in this mountain all year round?" Han Sheng asked.
The hermit smiled faintly: "You grew up in the mountains and don't know the dangers of the outside world. It's good that way, you don't have so many desires. I am tired of the hypocrisy and intrigues in the city. I don't want to follow the crowd, so I live in seclusion in this Dazhang Mountain and live a simple and natural rural life."
"But what about your family? Do you have children?" Han Sheng asked with concern.
"Alas, what happened in the past…" After a long time, he told Han Sheng a subtle and sad story.
I was born in a bannerman's family and grew up in the capital. Both my parents died. I used to teach at Peking University. I was young and arrogant , and I criticized the current situation. In the 1957 movement, I was labeled a rightist and sent to a small village in the Weihe Plain in Guanzhong, Shaanxi.
At that time, the resentment was difficult to dispel, and soon he became ill. The landlord was a simple and honest farmer couple, with a daughter named He Xiang. The farmer girl was hardworking and straightforward, with two big braids and a dignified appearance. People from ten miles and eight villages came to propose marriage to her, but He Xiang rejected them all.
She was very kind to me, considerate and caring. As a man, I naturally understood her intentions, but I was a rightist and did not want to implicate this honest peasant family. However, as time went by, I fell in love with her and could not control myself. Finally, one day, He Xiang became pregnant.
I decided to marry her, return to the capital, sell my ancestral home, and plan to farm the land for the rest of my life, and stay with He Xiang forever. I still remember the morning before I left, He Xiang blushed and quietly stuffed a purse into my hand, then turned and ran away. I opened it and saw a strand of black hair from He Xiang's head. I knew she was telling me that she would stay with me forever.
I went to the capital and quickly dealt with everything. When I returned, Weinan was hit by a flood, flooding Tongguan. The village and He Xiang's family were gone. I searched like crazy along the way, searching all over Guanzhong, and finally fell ill. More than a year later, I finally saved my life, but was exiled back to my hometown in Heilongjiang by the government. Later, I went back to Guanzhong, but the village no longer existed. At this time, I was disheartened and vowed to be single for the rest of my life. To this day, every cold night with a full moon, I would take out my purse, look at that strand of black hair and cry sadly.
Mr. Wu Chushan wiped his eyes and ended this sad and miserable story.