Rebirth 1977 Great Era

Chapter 1440 A Message from Foreign Pharmaceutical Capital (Bonus Chapter for Monthly Tickets)

Upon hearing Fang Yan say this, Li Chong and the others quickly replied:

"Director Fang, please don't be so polite!"

"Exactly, it's too formal to give gifts or anything like that."

"We appreciate your kind offer, but we have rules."

"That's right, we can't accept your things."

Fang Yan said to them:

"It's not money, it's some experience summaries I wrote down when I was practicing martial arts, as well as some illustrations of health-preserving massage techniques."

Hearing this, the three of them were taken aback, and looked at each other.

They knew that Fang Yan knew kung fu, but they didn't know how skilled he was.

However, as everyone knows, Fang Yan became an apprentice under Old Lady Luo, and his Taoist medical massage techniques were also shared with the army.

"This isn't against the rules, is it?" Fang Yan asked them.

“I won’t!” Li Chong replied.

Deng Cai and Wang Feng both nodded in agreement.

"Alright, then come with me to get the things," Fang Yan said to them.

The three of them had no choice but to agree.

Fang Yan then bid farewell to Director Liao and led Li Chong and the other two to the guesthouse to collect their packages. Then, led by Fang Yan, the group headed towards their home across the street.

It was already daylight, and the people arranged by the neighborhood committee had already started cleaning the streets. When they saw Fang Yan return, they all greeted him, and Fang Yan responded to them one by one.

When they arrived at the gate, the dogs in the yard were already barking behind the gate. They had run over after hearing Fang Yan's voice outside.

There was no need to use dialect to knock on the door; my brother-in-law, who was in the front yard, heard the noise outside and immediately came over to open the door.

"Brother-in-law!" Fang Yan called out.

Upon seeing Fang Yan carrying a package, followed by three people, the brother-in-law said with some surprise:

"Hey, it really is you. I thought I misheard."

As he spoke, he quickly greeted them:
"Get in the house quickly!"

He then took the travel bag from Fang Yan's hand and said to her:

"We were just saying that you were probably going to be back today, but we didn't expect you to arrive so early this morning."

After saying that, he asked:
"Oh right, you haven't had breakfast yet, have you? There's some left in the kitchen."

He said in dialect:

“I’ve already eaten. I arrived at Peking Union Medical College Hospital early yesterday morning. I came with a patient and saw him until after 1 a.m. I thought my family was asleep, so I didn’t come back to bother you.”

My brother-in-law was a little surprised and asked:

"So where did you sleep?"

He said in dialect:

"Hospital guesthouse!"

"I also had breakfast there this morning."

As they spoke, the group had already passed through the moon gate in the front yard and entered the main courtyard.

My mother had already heard the commotion outside and asked:

Who's here so early in the morning?

The elder brother-in-law responded loudly:

"The dialect is back!"

When my mother took a look, she realized it really was a dialect, and said:
"Hey! We were just talking about you!"

At this moment, the others also came out of the main hall, and Fang Yan greeted them:
"I am back."

Everyone immediately started asking questions all at once:
"Have you had breakfast?"

"I ate, I ate at the hospital cafeteria, and I also gave Director Liao a brief report on my work."

"When did you come back?"

"last night……"

"Did you come back by plane?"

"Was the trip smooth?"

Is it cold in Shanxi?

What are all these bags and packages you've got?

"..."

After a brief exchange, Fang Yan finally finished answering.

My dad and father-in-law have both gone to work. It takes about forty minutes to drive from here to the school, so they can only ask them more questions when they get back in the evening.

At this moment, the mother-in-law called out from the bedroom next door:
"Linlin, Fangyan is back!"

My mother also spoke in dialect:

"Alright, go see your wife and son now."

Fang Yan nodded, told Li Chong and the others to sit in the main hall for a while, and then went to his bedroom.

Zhu Lin and Peng Chunxia had just finished feeding Fang Chengze and putting him to sleep.

She had heard the commotion outside long ago, but since the baby had just fallen asleep, she didn't dare to speak too loudly. Zhu Lin was sitting on the edge of the bed, gently patting Fang Chengze in his swaddling clothes. Hearing footsteps, she turned her head and looked over. Her eyes lit up instantly. She hadn't seen Fang Yan for five days, and seeing her now made her smile involuntarily.

"You're back?" she asked in a low voice, afraid of waking the child.

Then asked:

"Did you sleep at the guesthouse last night? You weren't cold, were you?"

Fang Yan walked over with a smile, then shook his head:
"No, the guesthouse is well heated, but it's not as comfortable as home."

Then his gaze fell on the bed, where little Fang Chengze was sleeping soundly. He couldn't help but tiptoe closer, and just as he was about to reach out his hand, he heard his wife say:

"Don't bother him, he was just fed and it took a while to soothe him to sleep."

"I don't know why, but he hasn't been sleeping well these past few days since you left."

Fang Yan was slightly taken aback when he heard his wife's words. He then remembered his grandfather's manuscript, glanced at the thermometer on the wall, and saw that it was already 28 degrees Celsius. He then said:

"The heating is probably on too high. Children have a lot of internal heat, and this temperature is a little too hot for him."

Traditional Chinese medicine believes that children are "pure yang in constitution," with delicate internal organs but vigorous vitality. Their body temperature regulation ability is relatively weak, and their tolerance to warm environments is indeed lower than that of adults. Moreover, excessive heating can lead to dryness and heat in the room, which can easily cause dry mouth, irritability, and restless sleep. If this is the case for adults, children will find it even more difficult to cope.

"You studied Western medicine, so you must have heard of overheating syndrome, right? The recommended temperature is usually between 22 and 26 degrees Celsius. If it exceeds that, these problems are likely to occur."

Upon hearing Fang Yan say this, Zhu Lin also noticed the thermometer on the wall.

She hurriedly said to Peng Chunxia:

"In spring and summer, let's hurry up and cool down."

Peng Chunxia realized what was happening and quickly did as instructed.

At this moment, the little guy heard the noise and seemed to sense something. He moved his little mouth, but didn't wake up. Fang Yan looked at his son and suddenly felt that the fatigue from the past few days of being away from home was instantly washed away by the little guy's presence.

"Hey, you're all alone at home, it must be so hard on you," Fang Yan said to his wife.

"Hey, what's so hard about this? This is what I do as a mother. Look at how careless I am, I actually forgot about the temperature." Zhu Lin patted her forehead. She felt like she had forgotten most of what she learned in medical school.

This means they didn't learn anything; they only used it to pass exams.

If you don't use what you've learned, you'll forget everything you learned in no time.

After seeing his wife and children, Fang Yan said:

"Alright, Li Chong and the others are still outside. I need to get them some things. I'll come back to see the kids later."

Zhu Lin nodded and told him to get on with his work.

Fang Yan glanced back at her son on the bed before leaving the bedroom.

Inside the main hall, Li Chong and the other two sat properly in their chairs, holding freshly poured hot water in their hands. They didn't dare to say much, only occasionally glancing at the furnishings in the courtyard.

Upon seeing Fang Yan emerge, the three of them quickly stood up.

"Director Fang."

Fang Yan waved his hand and said, "Sit down, don't be so formal, just make yourself at home."

He turned to Anton and said, "I'll go get my things. You sit and chat with them for a while."

As he spoke, Fang Yan walked into his study.

He took out a notebook and a stack of bound diagrams from the bookshelf.

The notebook contained his notes from his daily martial arts practice, detailing everything from the essentials of stance training to techniques for generating power.

The illustrations are his compilation of health-preserving massage techniques, with each step clearly drawn and the corresponding acupoints and effects marked.

Sophia has already learned these, Anton couldn't keep up, and Zhao Zhengyi wasn't strong enough, so we simply gave them to them.

He divided the items into three parts and returned to the main hall to hand them to Li Chong and the other two: "These are my martial arts experience over the years, as well as some massage techniques. You train hard and inevitably get bumps and bruises. Massage can relieve fatigue, and the martial arts experience can also help you strengthen your bodies. Take a look, and feel free to ask me any questions you may have."

Li Chong and the other two took the items and opened them to read. The handwriting was neat and strong, showing that it was written with care; the diagrams were detailed, even marking the locations of acupoints clearly, indicating that a lot of effort had been put into organizing them. More importantly, they were all handwritten notes in the local dialect.

"Thank you, Director Fang!" the three said in unison. This was no ordinary gift; it was Fang Yan's personal experience, more precious than any other present.

"Don't be so polite with me." Fang Yan smiled. "You've all been running around for me and have worked hard. This little bit is nothing."

After finishing their business here, Li Chong and the others were about to go back to report to Director Liao. Fang Yan didn't try to keep them, but gave them their contact information and some local specialties they had brought back before seeing them off.

Just as Fang Yan was about to go back and say goodbye to his wife before heading to the hospital to see the old man from the previous night, his master, Lu Donghua, came over and said to him:

“Wang Zhenlin’s people contacted me yesterday.”

"Huh?" Fang Yan was taken aback.

He looked at his master, Lu Donghua, and asked:
"That old bastard sent someone looking for you again?"

Lu Donghua nodded:

"But this time he's not coming for me, he's coming for you."

"He asked me to ask you if you were satisfied with the way he apologized?"

"His words are completely nonsensical, and I have no idea what he means. You weren't back at the time, so I didn't tell Director Liao and the others about it. But I know that guy. If I report it to the higher-ups and they decide to arrest him, he won't be able to escape."

Fang Yan narrowed his eyes, waved his hand, and began to think quickly.

It's clear that Wang Zhenlin's message was actually about global reporting on the Nobel Prize nominations.

This greatly enhanced the reputation of the dialect, which is also related to the American Western medical capital behind it.

This time, coming to convey a message to Master Lu Donghua was clearly another attempt to curry favor.

They emphasized that this was all their achievement.

But it's actually good that they're doing this, since Fang Yan just wants to use them to win the Nobel Prize.

P.S.: I still owe you 4000 words after finishing this chapter.

(End of this chapter)