Lu’s Clinic.
In the past couple of months, Lu Jiu has occasionally been stopping by the clinic.
Now and then, he helps Lu Mountain with consultations.
So patients from Garden Street know that Lu Jiu now has a hospital; however, it’s too far in the suburbs, and many people, if it’s just a headache or a minor illness, are too lazy to go that far. Besides, Lu Jiu’s grandfather’s dical skill is quite decent, although the effect is slow, it’s still effective, right?
Unfortunately, Lu Mountain only consults for half a day.
"Oh, Lu Jiu’s here?"
As soon as Lu Jiu stepped into the clinic, he heard Wang Li’s voice.
Since Lu Jiu used acupuncture to alleviate his issues quite effectively, his back hasn’t hurt much.
The reason he still cos to the clinic is to get so therapy when there’s nothing wrong, lest it becos a problem, which would not only be painful but also more ti-consuming and laborious to fix.
"Uncle Wang." Lu Jiu greeted with a smile.
Wang Li smiled, "I heard your hospital is super busy now, with lots of people going there. How do you still have ti to co to the clinic?"
Lu Jiu gave a wry smile, "Precisely because there are too many people, the doctors at the hospital are a bit overwheld. I’m thinking of hiring so folk Chinese dicine practitioners to the hospital, but I don’t know such people." Saying this, Lu Jiu looked at Lu Mountain, "Grandpa, do you know any Chinese dicine practitioners in Jianghan? They don’t need to be highly skilled, just knowledgeable in their field."
Lu Mountain chuckled, "Well, they do exist, not a few in the townships, and their skills aren’t bad, but they lack certification, so they shy away from coming to the city and usually only see so elderly people in the villages."
Lu Jiu smiled, "It’s okay if they don’t have certifications. There are exams for the inheritance of traditional Chinese dicine now. The prerequisite is to practice dicine in a professional institution, and a doctor’s recomndation is needed. As long as these old Chinese dicine practitioners co to us, the certification issue is easy to solve."
Lu Jiu had consulted Huang Fusheng about this and got the response that as long as people co, he will take care of the certification issue.
With his support, these veteran Chinese practitioners won’t be unable to practice due to lack of certification.
With this assurance, Lu Jiu is naturally more confident.
After all, which Chinese dicine practitioner doesn’t wish to practice openly and legitimately? If Huang Fusheng can create conditions for them, Lu Jiu believes that for so capable practitioners who have been held back by a piece of paper for half their lives, the temptation is substantial.
Lu Mountain was surprised, "If the certification issue can be resolved, it’s worth a try. I’ll find so ti to help you out, tell about the benefits you’re offering them, and I’ll try to find so for you."
In the past, there were quite a few Chinese dical practitioners like Lu Mountain. One reason was family inheritance, and another was the rural doctor policy few decades back, which made many doctors rooted in the grassroots, serving the rural communities for their whole lives. When they needed new practice certifications, these doctors were either arrested alongside those fraudulently practicing under the na of Chinese dicine or stopped practicing altogether.
With the evolution of the tis, many skilled practitioners continue to treat people in villages but never ntion they are doctors. The villagers understand and protect them, and so local officials occasionally suffer minor ailnts too, so they sotis turn a blind eye to their unauthorized practice.
After all, ordinary people don’t care if you have a certificate or not, as long as you can cure them.
Lu Mountain has achieved so success now, and his sons and grandsons are doing well. Lu Jiu’s suggestion makes him quite happy too.
When his father was dispatched as a barefoot doctor in the countryside, he t many like-minded individuals. Back then, a barefoot doctor had to work in the fields and be responsible for the health of several villages. If soone fell ill, they’d put down their farming tools and make house calls.
The most rudintary rural cooperative dical system was established under such sacrifices by barefoot doctors.
In the 1960s-70s, a community health room nad Paradise Commune Du Family Village hung its sign, becoming the first farr-established dical unit in the country without national funding or personnel.
The village residents each paid one yuan annually, and the collective village account contributed fifty cents per person, so dical consultations and dicine were free for the whole year!
The dical unit’s annual expenses didn’t exceed 1.5 yuan per capita, amounting to less than 1000 yuan in total—a scenario hard to imagine today.
Healthcare workers in the village had no salaries!
They were still required to perform all the farming tasks while being part-ti dical practitioners.
Of course, if they were too busy treating illnesses to farm, the production team would credit them work points.
Yet the ager subsidies and work points were inadequate for sustenance, so they worked barefoot in the day and provided dical services, while also staying up at night to study dical knowledge.
Therefore, every barefoot doctor of that era made huge sacrifices.
With the onset of an economic society, such a system no longer aligns with humanitarianism. Moreover, nowadays, most sacrifices are made for employers rather than the people, making it even less sustainable.
"Alright, I’ll wait for the good news, Grandpa." Lu Jiu said with a smile.
Lu Mountain nodded and then said, "I heard from your uncle, Lu Ming is coming back."
Oh?
During the New Year, Lu Ming said he’d be back in a few months, and ti seems to have flown by.
"When’s he arriving?" Lu Jiu asked.
Lu Mountain replied, "Around seven or eight o’clock tonight."
Just as Lu Mountain finished speaking, Lu Jiu’s phone rang.
He looked and was surprised to see it was a call from his cousin Lu Ming.
"Hey, brother, I heard you’re coming back tonight?"
Lu Ming laughed on the other end, "Wow, my dad’s got a big mouth, called him last night, and you already know first thing in the morning."
Lu Jiu laughed, "It wasn’t Uncle, it was Grandpa who told ."
Lu Ming said, "Then my dad must have told Grandpa. Anyway, heard you’ve set up a hospital—impressive! Been a few years, should I start calling you Dean Lu now?"
Lu Jiu chuckled, "If you want to call that, I wouldn’t mind."
Lu Ming laughed, "I heard it’s quite special, your hospital. Coincidentally, I have to film so stuff after coming back. Maybe I could include your hospital in the shoot?"
Lu Jiu asked, "Is this about the project you ntioned during New Year?"
Lu Ming replied, "Yes, filming abroad is finished, and my friends are returning to the country with . Next, we will shoot dostically. If our project works out, it might even be shown at the National Conference on Chinese dicine Intangible Cultural Heritage."
That prestigious?
Lu Jiu was a bit surprised.
Chinese dicine as an intangible cultural heritage does often host conferences.
Just last year, one was held in Shangjing.
Wonder where they’ll choose this year.
Lu Jiu asked, "Do you already know when the Chinese dicine Intangible Cultural Heritage Conference will be held this year?"
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