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Show /*";• It A Visit to the Dispensary at Lintsingchow, China. Would you care to attend clinic with me this June Day? This is our dispensary, it is small and crowded, for it is operating and drug room too. But see how clean the nurses keep it. You surely never saw a room with soft brick floor kept cleaner. We are going to be thankful when we have our new hospital. The prospect of having it so soon makes us forget the inconveniences of being crowded. This furniture was all made by local carpenters. Of course we had to supply the drawings, for they have never done just this kind of work. The sheet zinc for the top of the operating table and the white paint came from America. We are rather proud of this instrument case, with glass doors, sides, and shelves. Our instruments are not sufficient, but we are about to send off an order of one hundred dollars for more. And if we can do this every year, for several years, we will have a good working supply. The box in the corner with holes in the cover is our cash box. This compartment is for money paid for entrance tickets. Each patient if able to do so pays a fee equal to /jH»ct . Those who register in the hospital pay 2Jcts. a month. This - compartment is for contributions. Fees and contributions from the Chinese last year amounted to more than $ 64.00, which helps considerably toward running expenses. There have been no large contributions . It is 2 o'clock, the hour for opening the dispensary. They are having prayers in the woman's waiting room, and also in the men's waiting room in the front court. I plan to attend the woman's meetings, but they never delay if I am not there. In both places there is oreaching as long as there are patients. These are my two women nurses, Mrs. Chiao and Mrs. Ma. That solemn eyed four-year-old is Mrs. Chiao's little boy, Lien Chun, a particular pet of mine. Mrs. Ma was for two years a teacher of the girls' school. A few months ago, she became the wife of Ma Shwang Yuan, the young man who took that hard trip to Pang Chuang to get Dr. Keator when Mrs. Ellis was so ill. We see the eye patients first. For this poor old woman, we can do very little. Her eyes tell of years of cooking over smoky fires, and sewing by the light of a bean oil lamp. We can relieve her to some extent, but she must not be allowed to hope too much. |