Rebirth 1977 Great Era

Chapter 203 Don’t study foreign things, study dialects first (Equal subscription plus more)
The leader of the Union Medical College stood at the second-floor window, looked at Fangyan who was riding a bicycle at the entrance of the cafeteria, and said:
"It can be seen that he likes it very much."

Among them, He Huiru’s superior expert director said:

"That's what I told you. Just give this as a gift. Even though I'm an old man, I know the young people best."

"Who said before that young people are calm and steady? Maybe they don't like it that much?"

Seeing his smug look, several people around him couldn't help but laugh.

The old men discussed this gift for several days before finally coming up with it.

When giving out the gifts today, everyone was a little nervous, thinking that if Fangyan didn't like it, it would be a wrong gift.

Now it seems that at least Fangyan was smiling happily while riding on the bike.

Especially the person who proposed to give the motorcycle as a gift, he is so proud now, feeling that he is old but young at heart, and he knows exactly what young people like.

……

When leaving Union Hospital, Fangyan told his mother that he and Zhu Lin would ride their bikes home alone in the afternoon.

When I heard this, I agreed with both hands. Although taking the bus is not a good idea, she also doesn't want to be blown by the wind on a motorcycle.

In the afternoon, I spent more than an hour on dialect.

Get the driver's license and certificate.

Now I have successfully been promoted from a bicycle driver to a motorcycle driver.

Finally, he rode his beloved motorcycle back to the courtyard.

We began to cooperate with the city’s gas supply unit to install gas pipelines in our homes.

It’s called cooperation, but in fact it’s mainly just staying at home and watching.

When the owner is not at home, it is not easy for the staff to enter the house to operate.

While they were digging holes and laying pipes, Fangyan was in the yard reading a book and playing with the dog.

Half past four in the afternoon.

[Ding! Divine Skill Experience System...]

As a system voice sounded, Fangyan closed his notebook.

After spending such a long time, he finally finished reading the two medical records given by Mr. Zhu.

Fangyan felt his scalp tingling when reading some of the folk remedies that followed, because they were not Mr. Zhu’s own prescriptions, so Fangyan had to figure out the effects of the medicinal materials that were not even in the pharmacopoeia.

Because only after understanding can he give blessings.

So these last few prescriptions took a lot of time to figure out the dialect.

But in the end, Fangyan still finished reading all the two notebooks, which Fangyan jokingly called the "Five Poison Secrets".

After checking that there was still half an hour before the end of get off work, Fang Yan took the notes and put them away in the study. He would give them to Meng Jimin tomorrow.

Then he took out the book "Essentials of Acupuncture and Moxibustion" that Mr. Cheng had given him before.

This book is currently only circulated within their research institute and Capital University of Chinese Medicine.

Fangyan got it for free last time.

This is the most comprehensive summary of Mr. Cheng's experience in acupuncture at this stage.

When Fangyan opened the book, he found that it contained many viewpoints and systematic theories, such as the concept of acupuncture theory, method, prescription, acupoint technique and treatment, the theory of the origin of the six yin meridians, and the theory of the unity of the eight meridians.

This is where Mr. Cheng’s strength lies. His corresponding acupuncture method has a systematic theoretical support and many clinical trial records.

I like the dialect of this book, because I can understand it at a glance, and once I understand it, the system will make sense.

It rang twice in half an hour. I'm not used to the dialect. I saw that Mr. Zhu's notes a few days ago were not so efficient.

Fangyan planned that when Lao Cheng came back, he would go and get some advice from him. It was the most satisfying to get advice from a professional acupuncture master like him.

Unfortunately, it has been several days and I haven’t heard from him yet.

I don’t know if I forgot the time in Shanghai.

When the time came, it was time for the workers who were installing natural gas to get off work, so Fangyan sent them out, then poured the leftovers from lunch into the two dogs' bowls and filled them with water.

After they had eaten, he rode out on his motorcycle.

When I arrived at the entrance of Concordia Hospital, I found that the Queen was already waiting there.

There were several female interns around who were familiar with her, all chatting with her. When they saw Fangyan driving over, they all started to exclaim "Wow", making Zhu Lin feel embarrassed.

The Queen's appearance is definitely the most outstanding among this group of people.

Standing here, you will be the most eye-catching person. After Fang Yan stopped the car, Zhu Lin sat directly behind Fang Yan, and she used the space in the truck bed to store her bag.

Then Fangyan started the motorcycle, and with the help of the system's driving skills, he made a beautiful turn and then drove out smoothly.

Zhu Lin and his colleagues waved and disappeared at the end of the street amid the envious gazes of the crowd.

Then several people started discussing:

"Linlin has really good taste in finding a husband. Doctor Fang in her family is so outstanding. He's been on the newspapers, lives in a courtyard house, and now drives a motorcycle. I hope my future husband can be half as good as him."

"That's because Linlin is pretty and worthy of him."

"You stupid girl, you said I'm ugly, right?"

"No, I definitely don't mean that. I just think they are a perfect match, so it's only natural that they have everything."

At this time a girl said:
"By the way, I saw Doctor Fang's brother in the cafeteria a few days ago. He looked pretty good, and seemed very gentle..."

"How old are you?" someone immediately asked curiously.

The former responded:

"Probably in his early twenties."

"What do you do?" asked another girl.

The former said:
"I don't know, probably just got back."

Then she continued:
"If anyone has any ideas, they can go ask Linlin. Doctor Fang's brother shouldn't be that bad, right?"

Everyone said:
"I don't know if he has an owner yet..."

"But maybe not even twenty..."

"What if he doesn't want to see a doctor?"

"Oh, why are you worrying so much? Just go and ask first."

"If he is really as good as Doctor Fang, then we would have found a treasure."

"..."Having said this, everyone was a little moved.

At this moment, someone saw He Huiru walking out of the building alone, and someone immediately whispered:

"Hey hey... Doctor He came out, ask her the same thing..."

"Who's going?" someone asked.

At this moment, a girl strode over and greeted with a smile:
"Doctor He! Are you leaving get off work alone today?"

"Wow, they've taken action!" Everyone was shocked.

Then another girl walked over and greeted enthusiastically:

"Auntie He, let's wait for the bus together!"

……

On the other hand, at the Meridian Clinical Research Laboratory of the Acupuncture Institute of the China Academy of Chinese Medical Sciences, Mr. Cheng Xinnong, who was being fleeced by Fangyan, finally returned from Shanghai.

From the numerous materials he had accumulated over the past few days, he retrieved Fangyan's medical records for Treatment of Blast-Induced Deafness and read them until the end of his get off work day.

The plans and ideas for ear area treatment were something he had never encountered before.

As he read, he took notes and then looked up ancient books and materials.

He had read "Nanjing" at the age of ten, and now he actually found the feeling he had when he was a teenager studying ancient books.

As an expert who has studied acupuncture all his life, Mr. Cheng could tell at a glance that Fangyan's mastery of ear area therapy was much more in-depth than what he had discussed at the banquet after the Ministry of Health conference.

Cheng Xinnong can tell from the short medical records that there should be a self-contained theory supporting the study of dialects.

Although he didn't know how the dialect came about, Mr. Cheng believed that it should be unique in China, or at least he had never seen it before.

Closing the notebook and looking at the word "dialect" written in a flamboyant style on the file bag, Mr. Cheng smiled and said:
"Good boy, you hid it really well!"

After that, he thought for a moment and then instructed the student beside him:
"Call Professor Yuchuan and ask him to come to the institute tomorrow morning. Tell him not to check foreign medical journals yet. I have some information about domestic ear area therapy to share with him."

PS: This chapter has been updated, and I still owe you 56,000.

Today's update is complete, please come early tomorrow.

Lao Feng code is going tomorrow!

(End of this chapter)