After the victory of the Revolution of 1911, Sun Yat-sen became the interim president. Once, dressed in casual clothes, he went to the Senate to attend an important meeting. However, the guard on duty in front of the gate saw the visitor dressed simply, so he stopped him and shouted sharply, "There is an important meeting today, only the president and members of parliament can go in." What are you going to do as a bold person? " Let's go, let's go, or the president will be angry and will definitely punish you! "Hearing this, Sun Yat-sen couldn't help laughing and asking," How do you know that the president will be angry? " As he spoke, he showed his credentials. When the guard looked at the document, he realized that the man in ordinary clothes was actually the president. The guard was frightened, threw himself on the ground and repented repeatedly. Sun Yat-sen quickly helped the guard to get up and said humorously, "Don't be afraid, I won't hit you.
1892 In July, Dr. Sun Yat-sen graduated with the first place from the College of Western Medicine affiliated to Alice Hospital in Hong Kong and was awarded the doctor's degree in medicine. In September of the same year, he was invited to work as a volunteer doctor in Jinghu Hospital of Macao. In order to enable poor patients to use cheap western medicine, he worked hard to win the support of Jinghu Hospital soon after taking office. He borrowed 1442 yuan, rented 84 Caodui Street, and established "Chinese and Western Medicine Bureau".
This is a simple two-story building with wooden structure. The pavement downstairs is a "pharmacy" and the apartment upstairs. At that time, he used the name Sun Yixian.
That was the beginning of 1893. I'm afraid it's late at night. Yang Heling, a fellow countryman friend of Sun Yixian and the owner of "Si Yang Kou Guild Hall", is still in Tan Xing, talking while walking, stubbornly escorting Sun Yixian from the "Si Yang Kou Guild Hall" in the blue brick corner of Shuikengwei Street to Caodui Street.
When Sun Yixian and Yang Heling pushed open the half-opened wooden door of the Chinese and Western Medicine Bureau, they were stunned. By the light of kerosene lamp on the counter, there is a stretcher made of temporary bed board in front of the counter, on which lies a patient wrapped in a broken quilt. Although the light is weak, his painful and twisted face and dense sweat are still clearly visible.
With a cry, a thin old man with gray hair suddenly snatched it from the patient's hand, knelt in front of him and screamed, "Please let Marco Dayou treat my only grandson."
Sun Yixian was startled, and quickly lifted the old man up with his hand and comforted him, saying, "The old man doesn't have to do this. Let me see your grandson's illness first. It may not be as serious as you think. "
Yang Heling helped the old man sit down in the chair and helped to comfort him: "Don't panic, old man. Margo Dayou has a good medical skill, and his words can't be wrong. "
Sun Yixian unbuttoned the patient's clothes, put the stethoscope on his chest and abdomen, and listened intently. Gradually, his frown became a ball. He suddenly turned around and took a stern look at the person who accompanied the patient: "The illness is not light, why did it take so long to send it?"
Two lines of tears welled up from the old man's eyes: "Our small family can't afford western medicine and look down on foreign doctors!" Helpless, I had to ask a neighbor who had read some medical books to prescribe a prescription and give him two doses of Chinese medicine casually. Instead of getting better, it got worse. Seeing him sick like this, the pain was a little lighter, and he struggled to get up and worked as a coolie in the fish pen. My heart aches, but I still have to earn money to make a living! The neighbor couldn't bear it. He scraped together a few dollars and advised me to send him to other places to see a doctor. Who knows that western ghosts deliberately blackmail, knock here and touch there, give a few pills, and charge a full five yuan for medical treatment at a time. West ghost also said that this disease needs surgery, major surgery. This ..... I can't raise so much money if I lose everything! "
Sun Yixian is very uncomfortable. He was born in a peasant family. His father, Sun Dacheng, studied as a tailor and worked as a shoemaker in Banzhangtang Street in Macau when he was young. After marriage, he settled in Cuiheng Village, Xiangshan County, his hometown. In order to make a living, I often take young Sun Yixian back and forth between Xiangshan and Macau. Therefore, since childhood, Sun Yixian has a special affection for Macao and the Xiangshan villagers who travel in Macao, which is second only to his native land. Especially this time, he went to Australia, worked as a free clinic doctor in Jinghu Hospital, and set up a Chinese and Western Medicine Bureau to give doctors and medicines to poor patients, precisely to carry out his original intention of "taking family as a place to initiate revolution and borrowing medical skills as a medium to join the WTO". Now, seeing that the patient lying on the stretcher is dying, can you not lend a helping hand!
First, he inquired about the symptoms in detail, and then he listened carefully for a while. Then take out a few tablets from the medicine box and let the patient take them with cold boiled water. Then he said slowly with a dignified face: "The patient has edema and collapse, and sometimes he has a history of hematuria, which is caused by urine poisoning. The most worrying thing is that he is likely to have complications of kidney calculi and urinary system infection.
Sun Yixian pondered for a moment and finally made a decision: "The medicine I just gave him can only slow down some symptoms, but can't cure the symptoms. Well, you don't have to send him here tomorrow. I will go to your house to do some necessary tests. If necessary, I will send him to Jinghu Hospital for medical treatment and surgery. "
"It's late. Go back and have a good sleep. Everything will be fine. "
Sun Yixian leaned over the patient's ear and comforted him softly.
Listening to Sun Yixian, it seems that there is no mention of consulting fees, but the old man's hanging heart has not been put down, for fear that his ears will not work and he will miss it. He quietly pulled Yang Heling's skirt: "How much is Magodayu once?"
Yang Heling smiled and held up two fingers.
The old man was taken aback: "Two yuan?"
Yang Heling shook his head.
"Twenty dollars?" The old man even opened his eyes.
"No, it's twenty cents." Seeing that the old man was scared like that, Yang Heling quickly corrected him.
"For patients with families like the elderly, I have always taken nothing." When the old man finally looked up, Sun Yixian had changed a cup of hot tea and brought it to him. ...
At noon the next day, according to Gong, the address of the old man, they found their grandfather and grandson in a shabby house in the village.
Sun Yixian looked up and found that there was not a decent piece of furniture in Erbogong's empty shack, only one corner leaned against a bamboo pole and a pile of foul-smelling thick hemp rope on the ground.
What puzzled him most was that although Uncle Bo Er was haggard and wrinkled, he naturally showed a unique elegance of scholarly family.