Appreciation of Liu Yarong's Prose Chen Yin in March

The peach blossoms in the spring breeze are as bright as clouds, and the original local wormwood under the tree turned into wormwood in a rain.

March wormwood and April wormwood can only be used as firewood. Dr. Song always speaks slowly, as if wormwood is the daughter of yellow flowers, and if she is not careful, she will lose money.

In March in rural Hebei, northwest wind and southeast wind are always intertwined. Dr. Song goes to Lixian County or Suning to get medicine every three to five times, and the distance between east and west is almost 30 miles. I am surprised that when the wind is downwind, the old man is happy. When the wind is against the wind, the old man looks at the sand, grins, and his teeth are stained with sand. He is not angry about it. He habitually leaned his bicycle against the wall beside the medicine door, took off the white sheep belly towel on his head, slapped the dust on his body a few times and said to the pharmacy, take some medicine. So, my colleagues and I moved medicine, ordered medicine and paid the bill together. How many years did the old man work in the township hospital and how many spring and autumn years did he run in the wind and rain?

I don't know why the wind was so strong in spring at that time, and it was a spring and summer when it blew. Maybe it's because of the dry Zhulong River. No matter how strong the wind is, Dr. Song always comes early, with his head down and bent over, digging wormwood around the yard, one by one, filling the windowsill of the township hospital. "Compendium of Materia Medica" records that Herba Artemisiae Scopariae belongs to Artemisia, which never dies after winter, and is born of old seedlings, so it is called Herba Artemisiae Scopariae. Herba Artemisiae Scopariae smells fragrant and can relieve damp-heat and jaundice. My common sense is that wormwood is a good medicine for icteric hepatitis. As soon as April entered, the old man stopped picking them. We saw that the wormwood was beautiful and easy to pick, so we took it and mixed it with the wormwood collected by Dr. Song, but he always found it and picked it out one by one. The old man muttered as he picked it: "March wormwood, April wormwood, this wormwood has no medicine." We twittered and said, "Da Die, it's only been one day since the medicinal properties were different." Besides, who knows? "We all belong to the villagers, and we usually call Dr. Da Die Song.

Dr. Song said slowly and carefully, "What about the doctor's parents!"

Wormwood in early spring is really unpleasant. Gray-green inconspicuous, wrapped in a layer of white hair lying on the ground, like a humble child. After Tomb-Sweeping Day, the spring rain came, but it was tender and green like the colors carefully modulated by the painter, which was very eye-catching, but its medicinal properties were poor. At least Dr. Song thinks so, so he can't tolerate wormwood mixed in wormwood.

There is an ancient Book of Songs, "Yo Yo Luming Literature, Wild Artemisia". In the spring breeze, wormwood thrives, deer chase and play, enjoying the delicious food from heaven ... I sometimes think, are the functions of wormwood and wormwood really far apart?

In summer, as long as it is sunny, township hospitals are always filled with a strong smell of traditional Chinese medicine. In this weather, every household in the village will bask in colorful clothes and food. Dr. Song is drying medicine blindly. Chinese medicine is as precious to him as food to farmers. The bottles and jars in the pharmacy are neatly packed, and all kinds of medicinal materials have been screened by Dr. Song. Dr. Song fiddled with these Chinese medicines, just like a tiller fiddling with crops and an old lady serving her grandson.

In fact, Dr. Song is an out-and-out cultivator. I heard that Dr. Song was weak from childhood and was edified by the sitting doctor every day. He also read medical books, became a doctor after a long illness, and came to the township health center as a pharmacist. Dr. Shu Song is older in the township health center. I just switched to the contract system in the 1990s, and I am much younger. He was probably in his early fifties. In order to get a pension of fifteen years' service, he worked until he was nearly seventy years old.

According to the seniority, Dr. Song could have become a full member long ago, but he didn't know it was related. He dragged on for many years until all the people shorter than him were transferred. Under the guidance of a wise man, he struggled several times before he reluctantly became an internal staff member.

A township hospital has more than a dozen people, all of whom are from their hometown. Dr Song belongs to this village, and the name of this village is also the name of this town-Bao Xu. This name is ancient. It is the hometown of Bao, hence the name. This village is very big. Every Saturday, there is a party. On the day of the party, there are often as many people who come to the township hospital to see a doctor as pilgrims who go to the temple to make pilgrimages. We often cannot live without lunch. Dr. Song kept taking medicine, paying bills and seeing patients who were looking for him. The old man felt his pulse with a dignified face and began to write prescriptions, like holding a heavy scalpel. The strokes are horizontal and vertical, one stroke and one painting, and the words are big and vertical. The traditional measurement method "money" is used, and the prescription is in lowercase letters. Unlike some doctors who wrote "while the dragon and the phoenix dance" to prevent the prescription from circulating, others can't recognize it. Children can read Dr. Song's prescription. He doesn't sit in the consulting room (now he is called out of the consulting room), and he also takes the pulse of the villagers who come to the door, but the dosage is small. Some doctors said that after all, Dr. Song had no training and was too timid to prescribe medicine. I think it makes sense.

One winter, an old lady with rheumatic leg pain came out of a big car with a curtain, walked heavily, but with a circle on her leg, and stumbled into the drugstore with the help of a child. Dr. Song started with a dose every five days, and told the old lady that she would come back after eating it effectively. If not, she would go somewhere else. My heart said, I can't even take this medicine for this disease. I have to wait a long time before I get sick. Unexpectedly, five days later, the family came again and brought the big flower cake steamed by the old lady herself, saying that she was grateful to Dr. Song. The third time, Dr. Song gave him honey pills, and we helped him take the medicine. Four people did it all afternoon. This noodle was grinded by Dr. Song after working overtime at night. If it was too thin, it was prepared in advance. The old lady is more relaxed every time. Finally, Dr. Song took a cruel medicine and said that after taking this medicine, don't come. Take your time. The family took a medical bag wrapped in papyrus. I was dumbfounded. This dose is my first time to see Dr. Song, but it's not worth a few dollars to see the prescription. I remember what sesame oil fried nux vomica or Achyranthes bidentata, which is the more expensive medicine.

Afterwards, a doctor said that if you meet this kind of patient, you should sharpen your knife and do a few sharp moves, otherwise you will point to something to give you a bonus. Dr. Song didn't speak. He stared at the man for a long time when his eyes scanned. Then, he turned around eagerly, his hands behind his back, and a pair of cloth-soled shoes walked at the fastest speed, as if avoiding a sudden plague.

People with chronic pharyngitis come to take medicine. When Dr. Song weighs a good medicine, he will tell people a folk prescription: homemade loofah, crushed to get juice, and taken with sugar. Eat it, from the loofah on the market to the loofah that pulls out the seedlings. At the end of the day, Dr. Song will smile and say, "If you want to get rid of your roots, quit smoking."

There are many honeysuckle flowers in the east of the township hospital, and the yard is full of fragrance in summer. At this time, wormwood became a wormwood stalk half a person's height. This season, the weather is hot and humid, and many people have stomachaches. People who come to see Dr. Song generally don't have to spend money. After feeling his pulse, Dr. Song pointed to the ivy covered with honeysuckle and said, Cut a vine and boil water to drink. If the child has diarrhea, Dr. Song will massage it. At Zusanli and Sanyinjiao points, press the child's navel 20 times clockwise and 20 times counterclockwise. This method is very effective. My child used to have a weak spleen and stomach and often vomited, which made her a delicious child.

Summer is originally the "off-season" of hospitals. There are more people giving injections for free, so there are naturally fewer people giving injections. Several doctors were unhappy and told the dean that they couldn't even get paid at this rate. How to make money without infusion? In addition, he gave medicine to hepatitis patients, which cost less money ... The dean was very nice, but he couldn't help talking to Dr. Song, and later held a meeting on this matter. Dr. Song said slowly, "A doctor's parents care." As for collecting less money, Dr. Song said that Herba Artemisiae Scopariae was the most widely used prescription, which was collected in spring and had no cost. This man is so difficult that he didn't count Chen Yin's money. If you want to deduct money, it will be deducted from his salary. No one spoke. I know a patient who comes for an injection every day. He is thin, but he has a big belly. He looks like he has been soaked in yellow water, his eyes are yellow and his whole body is losing yellow powder. It is a typical icteric hepatitis. It was my turn to give him an injection when I was on duty. I was afraid of catching an incurable disease and didn't even want to touch my clothes. Dr. Song feels his pulse every time.

About the problem of small dosage of drugs for the elderly, one thing happened later, which completely subverted my prejudice. There is a frequent visitor in our township hospital, who is a local rich woman. She looks very thin, and thick cosmetics can't hide her yellow wax background. In fact, when she came to the hospital, she was not seriously ill, just worried that she would not live long. She left her rich family and husband to others, and kept asking the doctor to prescribe good medicine and more medicine. Doctor Jia, who treats her, always likes to show off. Look at me. There's nothing wrong with me. We give tonic, and everyone is happy. On the day of the gathering, the woman slowly stepped down from the car with a small handbag and got on the car with five pairs of medicine. It seems that I can't live without medicine for a day. I occasionally help in the pharmacy, and Dr. Song often sighs while grabbing medicine. I said, "Da Die! What are you worried about? " The old man poured ginseng out of the bottle and mashed it with a pestle, saying, I have taken medicine all my life, and weighing ginseng is not as useful as this. It's not a good thing to use it like this, but things will get very bad. ...

Dr. Jia has always been complacent that he can hold the patient, but there has been an incident of nosebleed in a female patient. The patient's family came to the door, and finally Dr. Song came forward to solve the matter. Afterwards, Dr. Song said meaningfully that everything in the world is balanced, and it is strange that there is no disease and no problem. It's a three-point poison Only then did I know that Dr. Song's small dose was painstaking.

The scale of traditional Chinese medicine is called "Swallow", which is much smaller than ordinary scales. It's small and exquisite. It is said that hands are easy to manipulate, but when you grab a pair of medicine, you are in a hurry and add and subtract medicine blindly. Either the scale is too high, or the weight drops, and people who take medicine line up. In winter, I will sweat all over. Dr. Song, grab the medicine and fix it! Put a handful of medicine on the scale, without adding or subtracting one pill. The old man has a pair of big hands, and he has managed to make the scorpion obey.

At that time, Dr. Song was in his fifties. He always likes to wear outdated fur blue uniforms, thin figure and neat white dentures, which makes him look old. Once we had a dinner party, Dr. Song didn't know he was coming in advance, so we quickly asked him to sit down and eat together. He pointed to his shriveled cheek and said with a smile, I can't eat. I don't have teeth. He is a very interesting old man.

I have been in the city for almost twenty years, and Dr. Song has already retired. Bao Xu Township and Dongkou Township merged into one township, and the township hospital moved away. I wonder if someone will pick all the wormwood in the yard. Last time I went home, I met someone from Bao Xu Village on the bus. I heard that the old people are all healthy, and they are still treating some old people and prescribing some prescriptions that can't cost a few dollars. When I got off the bus, my fellow villager said that there was a Trichosanthes in Dr. Song's yard, and the golden Trichosanthes was shaking in front of my eyes. Spring is here, and it's time for rustic wormwood to drill out of the ground. ...