The patient was in critical condition, not only had serious lung disease, but also had bedsores. His whole body was stinky, his hair was tied into strands, dirty, and his mind was no longer clear. Chen Yan immediately asked the nurse to carry the patient in for treatment, and personally used a large syringe to connect a rubber tube to suction sputum. The mucus filled with toxic germs flowed across the water. The nurses quickly put on masks and gloves, but Chen Yan didn't care at all.

After sucking out a pile of thick phlegm, the patient recovered a little 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, I'll treat you even if I sell the pot."

Chen Yan has been diagnosed with pneumonia. This disease is no longer a fatal disease abroad, but it is still one of the symptoms with extremely high mortality in China. She told the nurse: "Penicillin is 500,000 units, intramuscular injection."

Hearing the four words penicillin, the worker's eyes widened: "How much does it cost?" His hands couldn't help but pinched the empty pockets.

Chen Yan said: "No money."

The worker said: "What do you want."

Chen Yan said: "Free medical treatment, don't have anything."

Seeing the nurse inhaling imported penicillin, which is as expensive as gold, into the syringe and injecting it into her mother, the worker couldn't help but get wet in her eyes and lay on the bed and said, "Mom, I'm giving you penicillin, the magic pill of the United States, just one injection."

Chen Yan smiled and said, "One injection cannot be cured. It will take a week to get the patient's living environment and hygiene habits. Otherwise, they will be re-incid."

When the patient learned that he was given penicillin, his spirit immediately recovered. It seemed that the psychological effect of the magic medicine was greater than the pathological effect. The old woman was grateful and she said: "Er joy, don't kowtow to the living Bodhisattva."

Erxi's eyes were filled with tears. Chen Yan, wearing a white coat, was beautiful and holy. She was like Guanyin Bodhisattva who saved the suffering. He knelt down and kowtowed and thumped: "Bodhisattva, thank you for your compassion and mercy, who saved my mother's life."

Chen Yan quickly helped him: "Get up quickly, these are all the duties of our medical workers."

Erxi said: "I am a pauper and have nothing. I just have the strength to be stupid. From now on, I will take care of the dirty work here alone."

...

In the evening, a meeting was being held on a shack on the beach. The bearded man said: "The situation of the struggle has changed recently. The enemy sent a medical team of Lao Shizi to divide and disintegrate the masses. Many people were deceived by them for small profits. We must take action. I suggest that a torch will burn the medical team in the dark."

Several guys dressed in workers were ready to go and agreed.

"I object." The person who spoke was Yang Shugen. "Although the behavior of the medical team will bring certain resistance to our work, it is essentially beneficial to the masses. It would be fine if we don't have the ability to save people, but how can we stop others from saving people?"

Yang Shugen is a special commissioner sent to Beitai Industrial Zone from the organization. His words represent the party. Although the worker activists were a little resistant, they still accepted it.

The medical team didn't know yet, they escaped.

The next morning, Yang Shugen also came to the medical team and watched Chen Yan treat the poor from a distance. She whispered softly and worked tirelessly. She did not have the airs of a young lady at all, which actually touched Yang Shugen.

"Chen Yan is a kind girl, but she was born in the wrong family. It was her personal tragedy to be born in such a reactionary family." Yang Shugen murmured to herself.

Suddenly, someone slapped her shoulder hard, Yang Shugen staggered and almost lay down. When he turned around, he found that it was Ma Chunhua, the enemy.

"What are you looking for? Do you want to go to see a doctor too?" Ma Chunhua surrounded her apron, holding a green onion in her hand, and gnawed it as a fruit.

Yang Shugen said angrily: "I'm wondering whether these people are good people."

Ma Chunhua took a bite of the green onion and said carelessly: "What's the point of thinking about this? You are a good person when you do good things, and you are a bad person when you do bad things. It's that simple."

Yang Shugen was a little surprised. This woman who seemed to be rough and benzene actually said such philosophical words. He was determined to take Ma Chunhua. "Chunhua, I have a question to ask you. When teaching cultural tutoring classes to workers, they are always absent-minded, otherwise they will be absent-minded. How can we turn this situation around,"

Ma Chunhua said disdainfully: "Whoever likes to listen to the old Master's trick? You have to tell me the jokes of Dou Erdun fighting Huang Tianba and Sun Wuzi seeking the scriptures in the West. The workers must like to listen to it."

The poplar tree laughed and cried: "I am a night school culture teacher, not a storyteller... Oh, Chunhua, I suddenly understood, thank you." After that, he ran away.

"I was shocked and overeated." Ma Chunhua looked at the poplar roots and saw her figure moving away, and took another bite of the green onion, which was crispy.

Chen Bei just came out of the tent, shook his hair, put on toad sunglasses, popped up a camel cigarette and lit it. He saw Ma Chunhua in the distance, and said hello to her friendly: "Hello."

Seeing his playboy look, Ma Chunhua was so angry that she was so angry that she spitted hard on the ground, turned her head and left.

Chen Bei shrugged, unable to figure out why he provoked this village girl.

...

Jiangbei United Machinery Company Cultural Night School, as usual, only a few workers were used in class. A few male workers in the front row yawned for a long time, while a few female workers at the back got together to make sweaters and peel beans.

Poplar tapped on the table: "Coworkers, before class today, I want to tell you a story."

The workers looked at Teacher Yang in confusion, thinking to himself, what happened to him today, or what happened to him eating the wrong thing.

Yang Shugen coughed dryly and started talking: "By the way, there was a large warlord named Zhang Zongchang in Shandong back then. He didn't know three things. First, he didn't know how much money he had, second, he didn't know how many soldiers he had, and third, he didn't know how many concubines he had."

The workers burst into laughter. It would be good if ordinary people could marry a wife. If they could marry a concubine, they would be the landlord. There were so many that they didn't know the number. How confused the warlord would be.

Yang Shugen was secretly happy. It seemed that he had chosen the right method. As he told him, bursts of laughter broke out from time to time in the classroom. The workers passing by were also curious. When they came in, they were reluctant to leave. Gradually, the class was filled with people.

After the story was told, the worker started to cheer: "Teacher Yang, tell me another one."

Yang Shugen said: "Okay, I'll tell you another one. I just told the joke about Shandong Governor Zhang Zongchang. Now let's talk about the story of Jiangdong Governor Chen Dashen. But you have to keep it a secret for me. If the superiors know that I told Chen Zikun's joke, I must fire me."

There was another kind laughter, and a young worker said, "Teacher Yang, please put a hundred comforts, our ears come in and those ears come out, and we can't remember them."

Everyone laughed, Yang Shugen also laughed and said, "Okay, I'll start talking. To be honest, I worked as a gardener in the Chen family when I was a child, and I know a little about their family... What does the Chen family's concubine use for bathing? Guess."

"I want to tell you that you have to drip half a bottle of flower dew in the wooden basin." said a female worker.

"Tsk, guess, the wife of other people's wealthy families can use a wooden basin to take a bath. She just packs a bathhouse and washes it casually." A male worker retorted.

Yang Shugen smiled: "What everyone guessed is wrong. Rich people don't go to the bathhouse outside when taking a bath. They think it's dirty. They use white jade bathtubs and pure gold faucets. The bath water is even more amazing. They use fresh milk and sprinkle rose petals. When taking a bath, they have to serve them. How much does it cost to take a bath? Guess it."

"At least ten oceans..."

"I can't catch it, just a jar of milk will cost more than thirty oceans."

Workers are very interested in this kind of betting problem, but they always make mistakes.

Poplar raised one finger: "Take a bath and spend a gold bar."

There was a sound of gasping in the air below. The common people couldn't even eat enough. Not only did the officials use milk to take a bath, but it cost a gold bar to wash it. Is this still the life of human beings? Gods are just like this.

Someone raised a question: "A can't use a jar of milk that is that expensive."

Yang Shugen said contemptly: "Do you think it is ordinary milk? It is foreign milk imported from the United States. Washing it can make your skin whiter and you are ten years younger."

The workers were upset, but Teacher Yang knew a lot.

A worker wondered, "I don't understand, why can't rich people live? Take a bath with milk, which will be punished by God."

Yang Shugen said: "This worker, you have come to the point. The chaebols and warlords control this country. They ruined our hard-earned money. The workers in our factory and the iron factory are not full of food and clothing. Why are they not warm? Because the big heads are plundered by the above. Let me tell you what surplus value is..."

After class, a group of young workers were still around Yang Shugen to ask questions. Yang Shugen smiled and said, "Since you are so studious, let's form an interest group and go to my dormitory to continue chatting, I'll treat you to peanuts."

The workers came to the dormitory, and Poplar 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 Soviet Union was a party of poor people, specializing in resoluteing the lives of rich people..."

A coworker asked: "Teacher Yang, you said the Soviet Union so well, is it the Soviet Union or the United States powerful?"

Yang Shugen said: "I don't know who is so powerful. I will tell you a fact. The United States and Japan fought in wars and failed to win for three years. Soviet Marshal Stalin announced that he would send troops. In less than a week, guess what."

The workers widened their eyes and waited for the following.

Yang Shugen slapped his thigh: "In less than a week, the Kwantung Army collapsed and Japan surrendered."

The coworker who asked the question just now scratched his head and smiled honestly: "I understand, it's still the Soviet Union."

The poplar root smiled but said nothing.

The next day, the night school was full, and there were people standing outside the window. After get off work, the workers were idle and had nothing to do. They all came to listen to Yang Shugen telling stories. Looking at his eager eyes, Yang Shugen knew that his efforts were not in vain.

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