Rebirth 1977 Great Era

Chapter 1001 First Aid on the Plane: Who Says We're a Mix of East and West? (Two Chapters Combined)
"My clothes are thick?" Fang Yan said with some surprise.

Director Liao said to Fang Yan:

"It's thick enough under the midday sun."

At this moment, Secretary Zhou, who was sitting behind Fang Yan and the others, said with a smile:

"It's okay, I brought extra shirts. I can give one to Fang Yan."

After hearing this, Fang Yan turned to Secretary Zhou and said:
"That's daring!"

"I'll buy you another one when we get to Hong Kong."

Secretary Zhou waved his hand:

"Hey, what's with all this talk about buying or not? Why are we being so polite?"

Fang Yan nodded with a smile.

Then he said:

"By the way, there are quite a lot of people on this plane."

Director Liao said:
"Of course there are more people since it's not a chartered flight."

The dialect suddenly became clear:

"I see."

Just then, the plane broke through the clouds, and the sunlight rushed into the porthole, quickly making the seats hot.

Fang Yan quickly closed the sun visor halfway.

Director Liao smiled and said:
"The sun over there is about the same temperature as here."

Fang Yan smiled and said, "It's not like I haven't been there in my past life, it's not that serious."

After the aircraft reaches level flight.

Unlike the last charter flight, the flight attendant brought tea in an enamel mug on a cart. When Fang Yan took it, he noticed that the mug was printed with the words "Serve the People" and several small cracks could be faintly seen under the enamel glaze.

Just when Fang Yan thought the service level had dropped, he discovered that the tea was brewed with Longjing tea.

The newspapers and aircraft information were handed out by the flight attendants behind us.

"Currently at an altitude of 3000 meters, expected to arrive in Guangzhou at 11:00 AM."

The captain's voice came through the loudspeaker, echoing with a metallic quality.

The passengers in the cabin began to talk in hushed tones, and some took out pens to write something on the back of the "Safety Instructions".

Fang Yan gazed at the sea of ​​clouds outside the window. They were no longer the cotton candy shapes seen from the ground, but rather like crumpled cotton wool, spreading out into an endless ocean against the blue sky.

Below the sea of ​​clouds, the outline of Shanghai is no longer visible.

Occasionally, you might catch a glimpse of a field.

The roar of the Trident jet engines was like distant thunder, transforming into a continuous low-frequency vibration through the fuselage skin and sound insulation cotton, drilling into the bones along the spine.

Unlike the roar of the Il-18 airliner, the Trident's three turbofan engines produce a whooshing sound in the cabin, similar to high-pressure airflow passing through metal pipes.

Director Liao started looking at the documents again.

Fang Yan had no choice but to take out what had just been sent to him and start looking at it.

Aircraft introduction: The Trident is a three-engine medium- and short-range jet airliner designed and manufactured by British Aerospace. Design began in 1957, production began in 1959, the first flight was in January 1962, and it entered service on the airline in the spring of 1964.

Its basic version is equipped with three turbofan engines, two of which are mounted on the left and right sides of the rear fuselage, and one is mounted inside the rear fuselage, with a thrust of 52.2 kN per engine.

In August 1972, China Express signed a purchase contract with Hawker Siddeley Aircraft Manufacturing Company to purchase six Trident aircraft. Deliveries began in May 1974, with the first two Tridents delivered to the Guangzhou Regional Administration of Civil Aviation.

In December 1975, China National Machinery Industry Corporation (SINOMACH) purchased another 15 new Trident aircraft from Hawker Sidley of the United Kingdom, two of which were delivered to the Guangzhou Regional Administration of Civil Aviation.

These aircraft are mainly Trident IIE and IIIB models.

The Trident 2E features a more powerful engine than the basic model, with increased fuel capacity and maximum takeoff weight, longer range, and improved takeoff performance. It can carry 115 passengers in a mixed configuration and 149 passengers in a high-density configuration.

The Trident IIIB is a high-density layout short-range commercial airliner with an extended fuselage that can carry 180 passengers. It also features an additional engine at the tail for use during takeoff, improving takeoff and climb performance. Compared to the base model, it further increases fuel capacity, resulting in improved range and takeoff weight.

In their dialect, this is a Trident 3B.

Then there were some more detailed parts, but I didn't look at the dialects anymore.

He continued reading the newspaper.

It turned out that there wasn't much noteworthy news in today's newspapers.

Then he got bored again.

I glanced at my watch; it was still early.

Now he's thinking, now that he's in Guangzhou, should he visit Xiao Chengzhi's master, Deng Tietao?

At this time, Professor Deng was a professor at Guangzhou University of Chinese Medicine and was also seeing patients at the First Affiliated Hospital of Guangzhou University of Chinese Medicine.

When Yu Yunxiu wanted to destroy traditional Chinese medicine, he was the one who fired the first shot.

He can be considered a leading figure in Lingnan traditional Chinese medicine.

Indeed, we should take this opportunity to pay them a visit.

However, after landing at Baiyun Airport today, it was already one or two o'clock in the afternoon by the time we got to the city center and had lunch.

If I try to find him again later, I'll have to visit him at his home.

Fortunately, Xiao Chengzhi had mentioned that Deng Tietao's residence was in the hospital compound.

Finding them shouldn't be a problem.

So what kind of gift should I give?

"..." Fang Yan realized that she hadn't thought of bringing more local specialties from the capital.

I hadn't planned to visit Mr. Deng before.

He slapped his forehead. How could he have forgotten about that?
"What's wrong?" Director Liao put down the documents and looked at Fang Yan with a puzzled expression.

"I forgot!" Fang Yan said.

"Did you leave your things at the hotel?" Director Liao asked.

Fang Yan shook his head and said:
"No, it's just that I was planning to visit Deng Tietao, a senior traditional Chinese medicine practitioner in Guangzhou, this afternoon, but I realized I forgot to buy a gift."

Director Liao scoffed:
"I thought it was something serious..."

He said nonchalantly:

"I'll give you some of the things in my bag later, you can take them and give them away."

Fang Yan was taken aback:
"Oh dear, that won't do. The items are yours..."

"Attention passengers!" The flight attendant's voice over the loudspeaker interrupted Fang Yan.

"Currently, one passenger in the cabin is experiencing a sudden health issue. We are urgently seeking onboard medical personnel. If you are a doctor, nurse, or have first-aid skills, please contact the cabin crew immediately. We will provide you with the necessary assistance. Thank you for your help!"

"Repeating, passengers please pay attention..."

The in-flight announcement continued, and Fang Yan stood up:

"null……"

He suddenly realized he didn't know how to address the flight attendant.

"I am a doctor!"

"Flight attendant, I'm a doctor!" Fang Yan composed himself and finally got the flight attendant's title right.

Upon seeing Fang Yan, the flight attendant immediately greeted him:
"plz follow me."

Secretary Zhou also stood up:

"I'm going to help!"

Then the two of them followed the flight attendant to the back of the cabin, one after the other.

What problems are likely to occur on an airplane?
Fang Yan's mind started racing as he walked down the corridor.

First, motion sickness and vomiting.

Second, low blood sugar and low blood pressure.

Third, an acute asthma attack.

Fourth, cardiovascular and cerebrovascular diseases, such as angina pectoris and hypertension.

Fifth, deep vein thrombosis is also known as economy class syndrome.

Sixth, injuries caused by aircraft turbulence.

Seventh, the underlying medical condition flared up.

All illnesses are arranged according to their probability of occurrence.

In either case, if not handled properly, the plane will have to make an emergency landing at the nearest airport, or simply return to Shanghai.

Human life is more important than anything else.

When I got to the seats at the back, there was already a middle-aged doctor treating me.

Fang Yan walked through the narrow aisle and saw five or six passengers gathered on the left side of the back row. A pale-faced old man was leaning against the window seat with his eyes closed, his right hand pressed tightly against his chest, and his collar button undone, revealing loose skin and rapidly rising and falling collarbones.

A middle-aged man wearing black-rimmed glasses was kneeling beside the chair, his left hand on the old man's wrist pulse, and his right hand taking out a silver needle box from a canvas bag. When the lid was opened, Fang Yan glimpsed several shiny silver needles arranged inside.

"The old man's pulse is deep, thready, and irregular; his lips are cyanotic; and he is covered in sticky cold sweat." The middle-aged man did not raise his head, but lightly tapped the old man's Tanzhong acupoint with his fingertips.

"He just took nitroglycerin sublingually, but the chest pain did not subside."

He spoke Mandarin with a Guangzhou accent, his white shirt sleeves were rolled up, and he had a red Party emblem on his chest.

Fang Yan noticed a red tin medicine box that had rolled off the old man's knee. The lid of the box was printed with the words "nitroglycerin." The water in the thermos next to it was mostly drunk.

“It’s a sign of sudden collapse of the heart’s yang energy.” The middle-aged man picked up a silver needle and wiped the tip with a cotton ball. “According to Western medicine, it might be a precursor to myocardial infarction. But on this airplane…” Before he could finish speaking, the old man suddenly convulsed and let out a muffled groan.

Fang Yan stepped forward and touched the other person's limbs to check their temperature, then blurted out:

"His limbs were as cold as ice."

The middle-aged man glanced at the young man, Fang Yan, a slight look of surprise flashing in his eyes.

"Quick! Help him to sit upright with his legs hanging down!" Fang Yan said as he unbuckled the old man's belt.

Turning his head, he said, "Brother Zhou, help me inflate the oxygen tank... Yes, hang it on the luggage rack hook!"

Secretary Zhou had clearly received relevant skills training and immediately fulfilled the dialect requirement.

Fang Yan then turned to the middle-aged man and said, "You are skilled in acupuncture, so you can first needle Neiguan, Ximen, and Xinshu with strong stimulation and purging; I will prepare the medicine!"

"Huh? To brew medicine?" The middle-aged man raised an eyebrow in surprise. "Where did the fire come from in the cabin?"

Fang Yan had already opened his canvas bag and pulled out a silver needle box and a brown paper bag: "I brought emergency medicine powder!"

After saying that, he shook out several small paper packets from the paper bag, then took out one packet, opened it to reveal brown powder inside, and poured it into an enamel mug held by a passenger:

"This is a concentrated powder of Ginseng Sini Decoction. May I borrow your cup?"

The passenger nodded, and Fang Yan turned to the flight attendant and said:

"Flight attendant, please bring some boiling water!"

The flight attendant quickly agreed upon hearing this.

Soon, the water arrived.

At this moment, the old man's pupils began to dilate, and his pulse was almost undetectable.

Fang Yan knelt on one knee, pressed the old man's Suliao acupoint with his thumb, and mixed the medicine powder into a paste with his other hand. He then used a spoon to pry open the old man's jaw and slowly poured the medicine down his throat.

The middle-aged man's silver needle had already pierced the Neiguan acupoint. He exerted force under his fingers, and the end of the needle trembled slightly, like a silkworm eating a leaf.

"Does the old gentleman have a history of coronary heart disease?" Fang Yan asked while administering the medicine.

“It’s been…ten years.” The old man’s wife sobbed uncontrollably beside him. “This morning before he left home, he said he felt tightness in his chest. I shouldn’t have let him…” “Look at this tongue.” The middle-aged man used a tongue depressor to open the old man’s mouth. The tongue was dark purple with a white, greasy, and slippery coating. “Phlegm and dampness obstructed the heart vessels, and then he was exposed to cold, which led to the obstruction of chest yang. I just needled the Renzhong and Yongquan acupoints, but the yang energy still can’t return.”

“Use this!” Fang Yan opened the needle box, revealing the sea dragon needle inside.

The middle-aged man was surprised:

"This... Sea Dragon Needle?!"

Fang Yan continued adjusting the medicine, preparing to administer another dose, and urged the middle-aged man:
"Hurry up!"

"Oh, oh, oh!" The middle-aged man nodded hurriedly, looking like a greenhorn in front of Fang Yan.

After he used the sea dragon needle to pierce the other person's acupoints.

Another spoonful was poured in from the dialect side.

At this moment, the old man let out a long sigh, his fingertips twitched slightly, and his eyelids fluttered open a crack.

The middle-aged man took the pulse again, a look of surprise flashing in his eyes: "The pulse is gradually returning! A deep palpation reveals a strong pulsation."

He looked at the sea dragon needle, somewhat surprised by its effectiveness.

The old man's lips parted, uttering a few indistinct words: "Cold...cold..."

The flight attendant quickly handed over a blanket, which Fang Yan pulled over the old man and covered him with it. She then brought the enamel mug to his lips.

"Drink some more medicine. This contains ginseng, aconite, and dried ginger, which can restore yang and reverse collapse."

The old man drank half a vat of medicinal paste, and fine beads of sweat appeared on the tip of his nose.

Fang Yan checked his pulse and confirmed that he was getting better.

A few minutes later, his face turned from pale to white. Although he was still weak, he was out of danger.

Fang Yan addressed the crowd:

"We're safe now!"

The onlookers breathed a sigh of relief, and some of them started clapping.

"Thanks to the two doctors!" The old man and his wife wiped away their tears and pulled two tin boxes from their canvas bag: "These are pine nut candies from Caizhizhai in Suzhou, please try them..."

Fang Yan smiled and waved her hand, and the middle-aged man also shook his head to decline the old lady's kindness.

At this point, he put away the needles for the old man and then discovered that the paper on which the medicine powder was wrapped had the red seal of Beijing Union Medical College Hospital.

"Are you a traditional Chinese medicine doctor at Peking Union Medical College Hospital?" he asked in dialect.

Fang Yan nodded.

The middle-aged man said with a smile:

"Nice to meet you. I am a doctor at the First Affiliated Hospital of Guangzhou University of Chinese Medicine. My name is Shen Huaimin."

"A doctor from the First Affiliated Hospital of Guangzhou University of Chinese Medicine?" Fang Yan was taken aback.

The other party nodded:

"Yes! I went to Shanghai on a business trip for a few days and came back to Guangzhou today."

In dialect, someone extends their hand:
"Nice to meet you!"

The other person also extended their hand and shook hands with Fang Yan.

"My name is Fang Yan!" Fang Yan introduced himself.

Shen Huaimin was taken aback:
Which dialect?

He said in dialect:

"It means 'direction' and 'speech'."

Shen Huaimin was shocked and asked in disbelief:
"Are you the one who treats patients at Peking Union Medical College Hospital in Beijing and still maintains a 100% cure rate?"

This title drew the attention of everyone around.

Nodding in dialect:

"it's me."

Shen Huaimin's pupils dilated, and he became somewhat incoherent:

"Oh dear... I... how did you get here?"

He said in dialect:

"I'm also on a business trip!"

Shen Huaimin opened his mouth, then burst into laughter:

"Haha, what a coincidence!"

"I've heard of you before."

After saying that, he suddenly said:
"By the way, my junior brother said he knows you."

Fang Yan was taken aback:
"Your junior brother? He knows me?"

Shen Huaimin said:
"My junior brother's name is Xiao Chengzhi."

The dialect suddenly became clear:

"Oh, I do know them! We're in the same class."

Then he realized:
"Oh, so you're Deng Tietao's..."

Shen Huaimin said:
"Apprentice, the kind who formally becomes an apprentice."

Upon hearing this, Fang Yan laughed happily:
"Haha, nice to meet you!"

At this moment, the flight attendant next to me asked:

"Gentlemen...would you like to find another place to talk?"

Fang Yan glanced at the old man and realized that everything should be fine.

He asked Shen Huaimin:
"Shall we go ahead of us?"

Shen Huaimin glanced at the flight attendant and asked somewhat uncertainly:
"suitable?"

The flight attendant nodded:

"suitable!"

Hearing this, Shen Huaimin nodded.

The two then walked forward, and the flight attendant asked for their company and name so she could write them a thank-you note.

Fang Yan originally wanted to politely decline the flight attendant's offer, mainly because he didn't need it.

But thinking that Shen Huaimin needed it, he gave the name of his school.

I'm preparing for the postgraduate entrance exam, so I'm wondering if I can get extra points or something.

Fang Yan was even wondering if he could get extra points if he got a perfect score.

When Shen Huaimin saw that Fang Yan had applied to a school, he also applied to his own workplace.

Then the flight attendant announced it over the cabin intercom.

"Attention passengers!" The flight attendant, holding a microphone, spoke in a clear and respectful voice, "A heartwarming scene just unfolded in the back of the cabin: Dr. Fang Yan from Peking Union Medical College Hospital and Dr. Shen Huaimin from the First Affiliated Hospital of Guangzhou University of Chinese Medicine provided emergency assistance to an elderly passenger who suffered a sudden cardiovascular or cerebrovascular event during the flight. The two doctors remained calm and composed, successfully bringing the patient back from the brink of death using their exceptional combined traditional Chinese and Western medicine emergency skills."

"On behalf of the crew and all passengers, we would like to express our sincerest gratitude to Dr. Fang Yan and Dr. Shen Huaimin! Their professionalism and sense of responsibility exemplify the benevolence of doctors, making this journey full of warmth and strength."

"At the same time, we would like to remind all passengers that if you experience any physical discomfort during the flight, please contact the cabin crew immediately. We will provide you with assistance as soon as possible. Thank you for your understanding and cooperation!"

Fang Yan stood up and said to the flight attendant:

"No, flight attendant... we're both practitioners of Traditional Chinese Medicine, how does that make us a combination of Chinese and Western medicine?"

Shen Huaimin also stood up:
"Really? You're just talking nonsense!"

The flight attendant was stunned and quickly apologized:
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm not really sure either... I only know that Western medicine is fast-acting..."

"What a mess!" Shen Huaimin said, frowning.

Finally, the flight attendant awkwardly picked up the microphone again and quickly apologized:
"Attention passengers!" The flight attendant's voice was slightly tense but still clear. "The announcement just now contained an error in the description of the two doctors' rescue methods. We would like to correct it here: Dr. Fang Yan from Peking Union Medical College Hospital and Dr. Shen Huaimin from the First Affiliated Hospital of Guangzhou University of Chinese Medicine successfully treated the passenger who had a sudden illness by using traditional Chinese medicine acupuncture and herbal medicine throughout the entire process."

"We extend our deepest apologies and respect to the two traditional Chinese medicine doctors! We thank them for protecting lives with their superb skills in traditional medicine, and we also thank the passengers for their understanding and tolerance. If needed during the flight, we will continue to serve you wholeheartedly."

Only after they finished speaking did Fang Yan and the others let the flight attendant go.

Some people don't understand. So what if you say something wrong? Why are two grown men taking this so seriously?

They don't realize just how big the difference is.

If the news is reported incorrectly, the situation will escalate and become serious. This matter cannot be taken lightly.

Fang Yan doesn't want to be given the title of a doctor specializing in both traditional Chinese and Western medicine for no reason.

Shen Huaimin was also very clear about this.

Once they got to the point, they both realized which side the other was on.

The two then started chatting.

They talked about Xiao Chengzhi, whom they both knew, then about their own dialects, then about Shen Huaimin, and by the time they got to Deng Tietao, the plane had already begun its descent.

The plane began its slow descent, and the sea of ​​clouds outside the window was gradually fragmented by the outline of the ground.

Fang Yan looked up from the conversation and saw the Pearl River winding like a silver chain under the wing, the rice fields on both banks shimmering with green and yellow hues, the red brick houses in the village scattered in an orderly fashion, and wisps of smoke rising from the chimneys.

Through the porthole, one could see the flaps of the Trident slowly unfolding, at which moment the engine roar suddenly increased and the fuselage trembled slightly.

"Preparing for landing, please fasten your seatbelts." The flight attendant's voice came over the intercom, her tone much calmer than before.

Fang Yan touched the seat belt around his waist; the metal buckle was icy cold to the touch.

Director Liao had already closed the document at some point and was putting his pen into his jacket pocket.

Shen Huaimin looked out the window and pointed to a lush expanse of hills in the distance:

"That's Baiyun Mountain. Our hospital is at the foot of the mountain."

Fang Yan looked in the direction he was pointing and saw a continuous mountain range like a dark green screen, with clouds and mist swirling around the mountaintops and a few red brick buildings faintly visible on the mountainside.

The plane continued its descent, and the white markings on the runway gradually became clearer, with neat rows of windbreaks on both sides.

I immediately felt that the scenery was different from that in Shanghai.

As the engine's roar turned into a deep, furious howl, the fuselage jolted violently, and the main landing gear touched the ground first. The tires screeched as they rubbed against the runway, kicking up wisps of white smoke.

Immediately afterwards, the nose landing gear slammed down, the fuselage shook violently, and Fang Yan felt a forward thrust, his seatbelt tightening around his shoulder.

The scenery outside the window rushed past, the windbreak forest turned into blurry green stripes, and the factories and farmland in the distance quickly receded into the horizon.

With the captain's skillful maneuvering, the aircraft gradually slowed down, and the engine noise decreased.

The cabin was filled with the sounds of seatbelts unlocking, and people began to pack their luggage. Secretary Zhou took a canvas bag from the overhead rack and dusted it off.

Shen Huaimin took out a pen, quickly wrote a string of numbers on a notepad, and stuffed it into Fang Yan's hand: "This is my home phone number. Remember to contact me when you get to Guangzhou. I'll take you to see your master."

“Okay!” Fang Yan agreed.

As the gangway slowly approached, the moment the cabin door opened, a rush of humid, warm air entered the cabin, carrying the unique fragrance of grass and trees characteristic of Lingnan.

Fang Yan looked towards the distant airport terminal, where the red characters for "Guangzhou" stood out prominently in the sunlight, and the phoenix trees in front of the terminal were in full bloom.

Director Liao put on his sunglasses and addressed the group of veteran comrades behind him:

"Come on, everyone, we've arrived in Guangzhou! Old Yang is waiting for us outside!"

PS: The basic chapter of 6000 words has been updated.

There will be an extra chapter later.

(End of this chapter)