FYN Chapter 120 I will definitely do my job well!
Chapter 120 I will definitely do my job well!
Lin Weiwei's mind went blank as she listened to Director Zhao's words.
promotion?
Director Zhao meant that it would be difficult to promote, not that the product was ineffective.
Does this mean she accepted?
Lin Weiwei's eyes lit up immediately, and she turned to look at Su Wanwan.
Su Wanwan also realized what was happening, nodded gently, and smiled.
"Director Zhao, you mean..." Lin Weiwei's voice was a little excited.
"Come to my office with me." Director Zhao rewrapped the oil paper package and walked out of the classroom.
Lin Weiwei and Su Wanwan quickly followed.
Director Zhao's office is on the second floor of the hospital. Several anatomical diagrams and health posters are hanging on the wall, and some documents and medical records are piled on the table.
She asked the two of them to sit down, then walked to the filing cabinet, opened a drawer, and took out a thick stack of medical records.
"Take a look at this." Director Zhao placed the medical record book on the table and flipped through a few pages.
Lin Weiwei leaned closer to take a look.
The paper was slightly yellowed, and densely written in blue pen.
She doesn't understand medical terminology very well, but she can recognize words like infection, inflammation, and recurring flare-ups.
"These are the medical records of women who have come to see a gynecologist in the last six months," Director Zhao said calmly. "Most of them are from the residential compound, but some are from nearby villages. Their ages range from twenty to fifty."
She pointed to one of the pages: "This one, only twenty-three, married for two years, couldn't get pregnant. The diagnosis was pelvic inflammatory disease, and because it was left untreated, her fallopian tubes became blocked."
When asked how she usually deals with her period, she said she uses strips of cloth torn from old clothes; sometimes when she's busy, one strip can last for several days.
"This woman, 38, has had chronic abdominal pain and abnormal vaginal discharge. When asked what she uses, she says wood ash. She says that's what the older generation does, and it's nothing to worry about. However, she was diagnosed with severe cervicitis, and if left untreated, there's a risk of it becoming cancerous."
Lin Weiwei and Su Wanwan looked at the medical records, their hearts heavy.
Director Zhao closed the medical record book and looked at them: "I've been in charge of women's health for many years. I've seen far too many of these problems. Conditions were much worse in the past, there was nothing we could do. Now that things are a little better, I was thinking about whether I could do something to make things a little less painful for these women."
She paused, her gaze falling on the oil paper package on the table: "Last night, your section chief, Lao Li, showed me this stuff, saying it was made by Technician Bai. I examined it carefully and also asked the doctors at the hospital. It's good stuff; the cotton is sterilized, and the cloth is soft—much better than wood ash and rags."
Lin Weiwei's heart started racing.
"I'm not surprised you came to see me today," Director Zhao said. "Old Li mentioned you to me, Comrade Lin Weiwei. You're good at drawing and quick-witted. You were the one who came up with this idea first, weren't you?"
Lin Weiwei nodded: "I came up with the idea first, but Bai Si'an did the execution. He's very skillful and revised it several times."
"Yes, I know Technician Bai; he's a diligent worker," Director Zhao said. "The product is good, but that's the problem—the cost is too high."
She picked up a sanitary napkin and squeezed the cotton inside: "Disinfected cotton, fine cotton cloth, and this elastic band. Even our military hospital is short of cotton supplies, let alone ordinary people."
The family only had a few cloth ration coupons a year; they had to carefully budget them even for making a single garment. How could they possibly use them for something like this?
Su Wanwan said softly, "We've thought about it too. What we're making now is made from fabric repurposed from old clothes, and the cotton is leftover scraps from the hospital. But even so, it's impossible for everyone to use it."
Lin Weiwei continued, "So I was thinking, could we teach everyone how to make it themselves? It doesn't necessarily have to be such good cotton. We can always find clean old cloth, right?"
The middle layer doesn't need cotton; cheap straw paper, or dried soft grass or clean wood ash, wrapped tightly in cloth, is better than stuffing it directly into your crotch. The key is to change it frequently, wash it thoroughly after use, and dry it in the sun.
As Director Zhao listened, he tapped his fingers lightly on the table.
"That's the right approach," she said. "Adapt to local conditions and use whatever you have. But just doing it isn't enough; we need to make everyone understand why we should do it this way."
Many women, especially older women, feel that menstrual blood is dirty and are ashamed to talk about it, let alone be particular about it. If you ask them to change their clothes frequently, they think it's wasteful; if you ask them to wash and dry them, they think it's troublesome.
Su Wanwan thought for a moment: "Can we talk about it from the perspective of disease prevention? Just say that if you don't pay attention, you can easily get sick, and if you get sick, you will spend money and suffer, and it will also delay your work."
Rural women are very practical. You might not listen to grand principles, but if you tell them about saving money or labor, they'll likely take it to heart.
Lin Weiwei's eyes lit up: "That's right! You could also say that if you get a gynecological disease, you might not be able to have children in severe cases. In rural areas, that's the most serious problem."
Director Zhao looked at the two of them and smiled slightly: "You two are quite clever."
She stood up, walked to the window, and looked at the figures walking back and forth in the hospital courtyard.
"Alright then," Director Zhao turned around, "I'll keep the things for now, and then I'll talk to a few senior doctors to figure out how to improve them to make them more practical and cheaper."
"If you two are willing, help me think of a way to advertise. Write some simple and easy-to-understand language, draw some pictures, so that even illiterate people can understand it."
Lin Weiwei immediately replied, "I'm willing! I'm good at drawing, and I can also learn to write!"
Su Wanwan nodded, "As for the cultural troupe, Captain Zhou agreed to put together a short program about women's health, in the form of a clapper talk, which is easy to remember. I can go over the content with Director Zhao."
"Okay." Director Zhao walked back to the desk, opened another drawer, and took out a few sheets of paper. "These are some key points of the publicity I drafted earlier. Take a look. If you have any ideas, feel free to come and see me."
Lin Weiwei took the papers, carefully folded them, and put them in her pocket.
Su Wanwan hesitated for a moment before speaking, "Director Zhao, there's something else... Comrade Lin Weiwei originally got the job in the publicity department, but it's stalled because of this sanitary napkin issue. Some people in the department are saying she's a bourgeois and has ideological problems..."
Director Zhao frowned: "Nonsense."
She sat back down in her chair and tapped the table with her finger: "The issue of sanitary napkins is about solving practical problems and has nothing to do with petty bourgeoisism. Technician Bai uses recycled materials; there's no waste, let alone any talk of hedonism."
She looked at Lin Weiwei: "I'll talk to Lao Li about the publicity department. You should go to work as usual; this won't be a problem."
Lin Weiwei bowed to Director Zhao: "Thank you, Director Zhao!"
"Don't thank me." Director Zhao waved his hand. "It's because you're capable, and Section Chief Li values your abilities. Go there and do a good job. Draw things that people like to see and write things that people can understand. Also, pay more attention to women's health promotion."
"Yes! I will definitely do my best!" Lin Weiwei's voice was loud and clear.