My aunt has entered junior high school. She is short, round face, big eyes and looks good. She has participated in short-term training in health clinics many times. Every day, a small wooden medicine box is hung around her waist, which contains penicillin, Ren Dan, metoclopramide and antipyretics. Became an indispensable barefoot doctor for the villagers.
Aunt likes to serve the villagers. As long as someone in the village is sick, she can be on call.
After the reform and opening up, Xiao Yan finally married a worker at the age of 28. Because the man surnamed Li, a Taiwanese, is very fat and has small eyes. He grew up in Wuhan. After he got married for five years, his mother built three red brick tile houses. Xiao Yan planted 1 mu of responsibility farmland, and operated family clinics at the same time, earning more than ordinary farmers. 1984 In the spring, my eldest daughter was born, and she asked her aunt to deliver the baby at home. She was so busy until midnight that she only received the handling fee of 10 yuan. Later, the delivery fee in 50 yuan was only 100 yuan, which was different from that in 200 yuan.
A few years later, my aunt had money and built a private building in the market town. My son graduated from high school and learned to drive; My daughter graduated from the health school and went to the epidemic prevention station in the city to become a doctor; My husband retired and they lived a small life together. Every day, they are beaming, and people around them are full of praise.
Unforeseen events brought disaster to our family. 1998 A flood receded and her husband died of a sudden cerebral hemorrhage at the age of 60. My aunt was only 52 years old! My son hit an old man when he got off the bus and died after being rescued. My aunt's house paid 20 thousand. Rural doctors are not allowed to deliver babies, which has cut off my aunt's financial resources.
Aunt's heart is like a knife, always sad.
Later, menstruation figured it out that the living can only prosper if they strive for self-improvement. My aunt's daughter-in-law is very filial, and her mother-in-law is very harmonious and never quarrels. When the grandson reaches the age of 13, he will be sent to the city to attend junior high school and high school.
My aunt has been busy all her life carrying a small medicine box to see a doctor for the people. She is 62 years old and her family clinic is deserted. So she found another way, went to Xiaohan Avenue in the development zone, worked with some middle-aged women, and earned 60 yuan every day. Aunt is not old, smiling, and never gets sick. The villagers saw it and said happily, "Dr. Deng, you are so blessed!" "
How can auntie be blessed? Middle-aged widowed and lonely. A woman's family bears a heavy burden on her shoulders.
Aunt's blessing is good health and grandchildren at home? I think that's what everyone says
Small medicine chest, very common, aunt carries it through her own life path, even if there are rivers and mountains in front, she can cross and climb over.
Essay 2 of barefoot doctors recently went to the countryside and went to Paradise Village, the birthplace of cooperative medical care. At that time, the barefoot doctor was already white-haired. When several old partners met, tears of excitement flowed down involuntarily, recalling the glory and the days and nights we worked together.
Barefoot doctors were a special profession in rural areas in the 1960s and 1970s, that is, farmers who picked up stethoscopes to treat minor ailments for local people, waved hoes and dug fields for a living.
The team of barefoot doctors consists of local individual old Chinese medicine practitioners, most of whom are young farmers who have been trained in medical knowledge for one to three months. In those years, medical experts from provinces and cities came to the countryside from time to time to hold training courses, and set up a socialist labor university not far from home to train some practical talents in rural areas. At that time, many college students went to township hospitals or hospitals or even clinics after graduation, and they also shouldered the heavy responsibility of training barefoot doctors.
Several people became barefoot doctors in a muddle. A colleague of mine had such an experience. One day, he was still farming at home, and the next day, he followed his master to the countryside to see a doctor. The master instructed him to give the patient an injection to reduce the fever. He didn't know where it was and didn't ask, so he gave the patient an injection in the stomach. The master saw it and slapped him on the head. He didn't know what was going on at that time. Then I went to medical school to study for several years before I became a regular doctor.
In my memory, there was a male doctor named Wang sitting in the consulting room of the earliest brigade in my hometown. Wear long-sleeved white shirt and black trousers in summer, and the trousers are rolled up. He is short and thin, and he is busy all day. He talked and laughed with the villagers who came to see the doctor, as if they were a family. He can almost name the old farmer.
Sometimes I see Dr. Wang carrying a medicine box to people's homes to see a doctor, and sometimes he goes up the mountain to collect medicine. All the mountains and rivers of the whole brigade have his footprints. Although they were all called barefoot doctors at that time, I have never seen him play barefoot and no one has seen him farm.
At that time, the brigade clinic was on the side of the school, and the conditions were very simple. There are only three rooms and several medicine boxes, all of which are very shabby. There is not much medicine in the cupboard, a diagnostic bed, and the white cloth is yellow and wrinkled. Only stethoscope, sphygmomanometer and thermometer are three simple medical devices. Everyone in the team trusts him. Many people go to the clinic every day. The voices of adults, the cries of children and the noise of machinery in the processing factory next door make this poor mountain village full of vitality.
Most barefoot doctors haven't read many books, and they can't know a few big words, but there are still many indigenous methods to treat minor illnesses. At that time, acupuncture and traditional Chinese medicine were the main treatments, and western medicine was rarely used, let alone intravenous injection. Drugs such as penicillin were precious at that time, and ordinary farmers could not afford them. At that time, every time Chinese herbal medicine was harvested, the school would arrange the task of harvesting Chinese herbal medicine, such as honeysuckle, dried tangerine peel and centipede. And send them to the infirmary on the anniversary of Grandpa Mao's "May 7th" instruction.
I remember in the early 1980s, when I first joined the work, there were many infectious diseases. Nearly 50% of hospitalized patients are township infectious diseases. In the season of infectious disease prevention and control, barefoot doctors cooked some Chinese herbal medicines for students to drink and vaccinated the dolls. According to the old master, 80% of the prevention and health care work in rural areas was done by barefoot doctors. After decades of efforts, infectious diseases are few now, and most of them are basically extinct. Many young doctors have never heard of them. All this is due to barefoot doctors.
Barefoot doctors try their best to treat some common diseases with some simple methods. I still remember a few jingles, "cold and fever, three packs of aspirin, drink more boiled water and eat less Chili", which is effective for the common cold now. In the past, the common cold was mainly oral medicine, and infusion was rarely used. But now many people think that intravenous drip is good for you, as if your illness is your own decision, which makes doctors embarrassed, otherwise patients will say that your service attitude is not good.
Many strange methods used by barefoot doctors in those days are still in use today, some of which were handed down by ancestors and some were discovered by them. It was many years before experts discovered some principles of these indigenous therapies to treat diseases. Once, a young man got a skin disease on his face and spent hundreds of dollars in a big hospital without being cured. I treated him with a small prescription taught by an old barefoot doctor, and it cost 35 cents. It will be fine in a few days.
When I first joined the work, I met an old Chinese doctor named Zhou. He studied with the teacher and has a good memory. He started working in clinics and health centers. Later, because of his good medical ethics, he was transferred to a health center. At that time, he was a famous doctor, and 80% of the outpatient clinics were prescribed by him. Because of his age, every time he sees a new patient, the first sentence always says, "Baby, what's wrong?" I remember that once he was ill, he was given fluids in his hospital bed, and he insisted on seeing the patient. Dr. Zhou has already left us, but the local villagers still think of him from time to time. There are many excellent people in the mountains, including a barefoot doctor who still works in the village. After dozens of efforts, he also wrote a monograph on traditional Chinese medicine, which was well received by well-known experts in China.
Today, more than forty years later, many barefoot doctors I met in rural clinics still stick to the village, replacing a group of young people to teach or train, guarding the poverty of being village doctors and continuing to serve the local people, but now the working conditions have been greatly improved, and the focus of their work is to prevent diseases. I often think that a little doctor can't be big doctor and big doctor can't be a little doctor. As long as we find our own position correctly, we can do something useful for the people.