Barefoot Doctor Prose

Essay on Barefoot Doctor 1

In the 1970s, one of my aunts became a barefoot doctor in the brigade, and girls all over the country were envious of her.

My aunt went to junior high school. She is short, has a round face, big eyes, and a good complexion. She has participated in short-term training at the health center many times. Every day, she hangs a small wooden medicine box on her waist, filled with penicillin, Rendan, Weishuping, antipyretic pills, etc. He became an indispensable barefoot doctor for the villagers.

My aunt likes to serve the villagers. As long as someone in the village is sick, she is always on call.

After the implementation of reform and opening up, my aunt finally married a worker when she was 28 years old. Because the man’s surname was Li, he was from Taiwan. He was very fat and had small eyes. He grew up in Wuhan and it was 5 years after he got married. , three red brick houses were built in her parents’ house. My aunt cultivates one acre of responsible farmland and runs a family clinic at the same time, and her income exceeds that of ordinary farmers. In the spring of 1984, when my eldest daughter was born, I asked my aunt to come to deliver the baby. She was busy in the middle of the night and only received a handling fee of 10 yuan. Later, the midwifery fee increased to 50 yuan, 100 yuan, and 200 yuan.

After a few years, 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 medical school and became a doctor at an epidemic prevention station in the city; my husband retired, and they lived a small life together, beaming with joy every day, and praised by everyone around them.

Unforeseen circumstances bring disaster to the family. In 1998, when a flood receded, her husband suddenly suffered from cerebral hemorrhage and died at the age of 60. My aunt was only 52 years old that year! My son hit an elderly man while driving his car. He died after resuscitation failed. My aunt's family paid 20,000 yuan in compensation. Doctors in the countryside were not allowed to deliver babies, which cut off my aunt's income.

My aunt felt like a knife was cutting her heart, and she was frowning all day long.

Later, my aunt figured out that living people must strengthen themselves in order for their family business to prosper. My aunt's daughter-in-law is very filial, her mother-in-law and daughter-in-law are harmonious, and they never quarrel. When the grandson turned 13, he was sent to the city to attend junior high school and then high school.

My aunt has been busy all her life carrying a small medicine box to treat people. She is 62 years old this year, and the family clinic has become deserted. So she found another way to make money, and went to work with some middle-aged women near Xiaohan Avenue in the development zone, earning 60 yuan a day. My aunt is not old, she is always smiling, and she never gets sick. When the villagers saw it, they said happily: "Dr. Deng, you are so lucky!"

How can my aunt be so lucky? Middle-aged and widowed, lonely and lonely. A woman is a woman who carries a heavy burden on her shoulders.

My aunt is lucky to be in good health and have a grandson at home? I think this is what everyone is saying.

A small medicine box is very ordinary. My aunt has carried it through her life. Even if there are rivers or mountains ahead, she can still wade through it and climb over it. Barefoot Doctor Prose 2

I recently went to the countryside and arrived at Leyuan Village, the birthplace of cooperative medical care. The barefoot doctor back then had gray hair. When several old friends met, tears of excitement flowed down involuntarily. Looking back Looking back at the glory of the past and the days and nights we spent working together.

Barefoot doctors were a special profession in rural areas in the 1960s and 1970s. They could treat local people's minor illnesses with a stethoscope, dig fields with a hoe, and earn work points. farmers.

The team of Barefoot Doctors is composed of local individual veteran Chinese medicine practitioners, most of whom are young farmers who have received one to three months of medical training. In those years, provincial and municipal medical experts came to the countryside from time to time to hold training courses, and a Communist Labor University was set up not far from my hometown to train some practical talents in rural areas. At that time, many college students went to work in township health centers or clinics or even clinics after graduation, and they also shouldered the important task of training barefoot doctors.

There are a few people who become barefoot doctors out of confusion. One of my colleagues had such an experience. He was farming at home one day, and the next day he followed the master with a health kit on his back and went to the countryside to see a doctor. The master instructed him to give the patient a small injection to reduce fever. He didn't know where to inject it, and without asking, he gave the patient an injection in his stomach. When the master saw it, he slapped him on the head several times. At that time, he didn't know what was going on. Later, he went to medical school and studied for several years before becoming a regular doctor.

In my memory, in the clinic of the earliest brigade in my hometown, there was a male doctor surnamed Wang. He wore a long-sleeved white shirt and black trousers in summer, with his trousers rolled up. He is not tall and thin. He is busy all day long. He talks and laughs with the villagers who come to see him. He seems to be a family. He can almost recognize the older farmers by their names.

Sometimes I see Dr. Wang carrying a medical kit and going to people’s homes to see doctors, and sometimes he goes to the mountains to collect medicine. His footprints are found in the mountains and rivers of the entire brigade. Although they were called barefoot doctors at that time, I had never seen him go barefoot, and no one had seen him go to the fields to farm.

At that time, the brigade clinic was right next to the school. The conditions were very simple. There were only three rooms and a few medicine cabinets, all of which were very worn. There were not many medicines in the cabinets and a diagnostic bed. The white cloth was yellowed and wrinkled. The only diagnostic and treatment equipment is a stethoscope, a sphygmomanometer, and a thermometer. But the people in the team trusted him very much. Many people went to the clinic to see a doctor every day. The sounds of adults talking, children crying, and the sound of machines in the processing factory next door filled this poor mountain village with a glimmer of life.

Most of the barefoot doctors have not read much and cannot read a few Chinese characters, but they still have many home-grown methods for treating minor illnesses. At that time, acupuncture and traditional Chinese medicine were the main treatments, and Western medicine was rarely used, and it was even more difficult to see people using intravenous injections. Drugs such as penicillin were relatively rare at the time, and ordinary farmers could not afford them. In those days, during the harvest season of Chinese herbal medicine, the school would arrange the task of harvesting Chinese herbal medicine, such as honeysuckle, tangerine peel, centipede, etc., and wait until the anniversary of Mao Zedong's "May 7th" directive to deliver them to the clinic.

I remember that in the early 1980s, when I first started working, there were many infectious diseases at that time. Nearly 50% of hospitalized patients in towns and villages were infectious diseases. In the season of infectious disease prevention and control, The barefoot doctor boiled some Chinese herbal medicine for the students to drink and gave the children vaccinations. According to the old master, 80% of the preventive health care work in rural areas at that time was completed by barefoot doctors. After decades of hard work, infectious diseases are now relatively rare and most are basically extinct. Many young doctors today have never heard of them. These are all due to the barefoot doctors.

Barefoot doctors try to use some simple methods to treat some common diseases. I still remember a few jingles, "If you have a cold or fever, take three packs of aspirin, drink more boiled water, and eat less chili peppers." It is also effective for colds. In the past, colds were mainly taken by oral medicine and rarely by infusion, but now many people think that taking a diaphragm injection is the best way to get better quickly. It seems that you have to decide on your own disease, which makes it difficult for the doctor to handle it, otherwise the patient will say that your service attitude is not good. .

Many of the strange methods used by barefoot doctors are still in use today. Some are passed down from ancestors, and some are discovered by them. They are economical and affordable. It took many years for experts to discover the part of these traditional methods for treating diseases. principle. Once, a young man suffered from a skin disease on his face. He spent several hundred yuan in a big hospital but couldn't be cured. So I treated him with a small prescription taught to me by the old barefoot doctor. It ended up costing three cents and five cents. It'll be fine in a few days.

When I first started working, I met an old Chinese medicine doctor named Zhou. He learned medicine from a teacher and had a good memory. He started working in clinics and clinics. Later, he was transferred to the health department because of his good medical ethics and medical skills. He worked in a hospital and was considered a famous doctor at that time. He prescribed 80% of outpatients. Because of his age, every time he received a new patient, his first words were always: "Baby, what's wrong with you?" ? "I remember one time when he was sick and was still in the hospital bed receiving infusions and still seeing the patient. Now Dr. Zhou has long since left us, but local folks still think of him often. There are many experts in the mountains, including a barefoot doctor who was still working in the village. After dozens of efforts, he also wrote a monograph on traditional Chinese medicine, which was praised by well-known domestic experts.

More than 40 years have passed, and many of the barefoot doctors I met in rural clinics are still sticking to the village, teaching or training a group of young people, guarding the poor as village doctors, and continuing to work in the village. Serving the local people, but now the working conditions have greatly improved, and the focus of the work is to prevent diseases. I often think that a small doctor cannot become a great doctor, and a great doctor cannot become a small doctor. As long as he finds his position, he can do some useful things for the people.