Rebirth 1977 Great Era

Chapter 1031 Extremely Dangerous: "Rootless, Spiritless, Stomachless," Emergency Rescue for the Undercover Agent Comrade (Two-in-One Chapter)
After leaving the house, Fang Yan saw Deng Cai and Li Chong again.

Fang Yan asked them:

Where were you just now?

Deng Cai responded:
"They're all watching from outside the church."

Fang Yan then realized that there were too many people in the church, and there was no room for everyone else. The others were arranged to watch from the front and back doors of the church.

Fang Yan looked around and asked in a low voice:
"Are the other old men with you too?"

Deng Cai shook his head:
"No, it seems they left first."

"Huh?" Fang Yan was taken aback.

Li Chong then picked up the conversation and said:
"I saw their car leave first."

Fang Yan suddenly realized that they must have gone to Old Tang's villa first. He nodded and didn't say anything more.

Next, everyone got on the bus. When Fang Yan got on, he found that the driver had been changed to Xue Zhen, the fifth senior brother.

Fang Yan and Deng Cai and Li Chong, who had just boarded the bus, were both taken aback.

Fang Yan was the first to come to his senses and immediately asked his fifth senior brother:
"What kind of patients need my immediate medical attention?"

"Let's go first, I'll tell you on the way." Xue Zhen started the car, and before the convoy even set off, he left St. John's Cathedral and headed straight for Repulse Bay.

Other people who were initially paying attention to the dialect noticed that his car had left first and began to look at him with surprise.

In the end, it was the Huo family's steward who came out to explain.

"Mr. Lin has some things to take care of at home, so he'll be leaving first. Please don't worry about it."

The others suddenly realized that this kind of situation had happened at some gatherings before.

It is indeed understandable to leave early.

Aji stared at Fang Yan's departing figure and whispered to his grandfather Li Chunfang, "That guy is definitely hiding something from us. He's being so secretive and secretive."

Li Chunfang raised her hand and lightly patted the back of her grandson's head, then sneered, "You think you're so sharp-eyed?"

"Grandpa, I really think there's something wrong with Lin Jingxing!" Aji stamped his feet anxiously. "From the time he got on the third car to when he suddenly left, what a coincidence!"

"They're not related to us at all, why should we lay everything bare for them to see?" Li Chunfang turned and walked away, leaning on her cane. "Mind your own business."

Ah Ji was so embarrassed that his face turned red. He ran a few steps to catch up with him and said, "Grandpa! You're clearly siding with outsiders! It's just that I don't want to learn Xingyi Quan, so why are you protecting outsiders like this?"

The old man suddenly stopped, raised an eyebrow, and asked, "So you've changed your mind now?"

"I won't change!" Ah Ji retorted, raising his head high. "I want to study photography and become a war correspondent!"

Li Chunfang suddenly burst out laughing, raised her hand and patted her grandson's shoulder heavily: "Good! That's spirited! All those years of teaching you the principle of 'unyielding rather than breaking' haven't been in vain! Keep it up! Keep it up!"

……

On the other side, after leaving St. John's Cathedral, Xue Zhen began to tell Fang Yan about the problems they had encountered, which were related to a news report that Fang Yan had seen that morning.

The news, which I watched on TV today, reported that a gang fight broke out in Kwun Tong District in the early hours of the morning. The incident may be related to a territorial dispute, and the suspects are currently being pursued.

The suspect in this case is one of their own.

They've all been rescued and taken to Mr. Tang's villa in Repulse Bay.

He asked in dialect:

"What does this person do? I mean, is he one of our own, or is he the kind of person who gets paid to do things here?"

Xue Zhen knew what the dialect meant; it was used to assess the value of treatment.

Xue Zhen said:

“We need to gather intelligence among our own people from all walks of life, but this time it has nothing to do with intelligence gathering. It’s just that someone wanted to kill the person he was following, and he got caught up in it.”

“The police have taken money and are turning white into black. The victim is now the one being arrested. We’re afraid to go to the hospital now. Luckily, we have medical staff who have already done some first aid, but there are still some problems. We need you to come and take a look.”

He asked in dialect:

"what is the problem?"

Xue Zhen said:

"He jumped from the third floor and hit his head when he landed. Now his hands and feet are twitching uncontrollably, and his left side is numb. I wanted to see if you could help treat him."

"The third floor? That's at least eight or nine meters high!" Fang Yan exclaimed in surprise. Confident in his martial arts skills, he dared not attempt a jump from that height.

Fang Yan asked curiously again:

"So his foot wasn't injured? He only hurt his head?"

Xue Zhen's expression was solemn:

“There was a tree outside the building. He tried to grab a branch but missed. He then bumped his head on the branch several times, injuring his head, but his leg was unharmed. He was lucky to survive. If he hadn’t managed to run to our safe spot, he would have been silenced long ago.”

Fang Yan nodded:

"It seems my life wasn't meant to end there."

Deng Cai, standing to the side, remarked with emotion:
"I never imagined Hong Kong could be so chaotic."

I don't know why he used the word "也" (ye) in his dialect.

It's as if things are really chaotic in mainland China...

Well, aside from the main urban areas, some remote areas are indeed not very peaceful.

That's how it is these days.

Xue Zhen said:

“It’s not peaceful anywhere, especially in places like Hong Kong where all sorts of people mingle.”

After he finished speaking, he continued:

"Oh, by the way, that Hui-ge who caused trouble on set yesterday got hit by a truck and died last night."

Fang Yan was taken aback. Was this retribution?

"An accident?" Fang Yan asked with some doubt.

Xue Zhen said:

"I don't know, but it wasn't us. Li Guohua even called Old Tang and thought it was us, and Old Tang gave him a good scolding."

Fang Yan licked his lips and asked:
Will it affect things?

Xue Zhen said:

"It has no impact. That guy has committed numerous evil deeds and was most likely killed by his enemies. The most likely culprit is your manager, David. He used to be a mercenary abroad before joining Hu Daohu. We've investigated him; he's ruthless."

Fang Yan was taken aback, recalling Chu Bin's smooth-talking face and his miniature revolver, and said:

"He even has this kind of experience..."

"You can't judge a book by its cover, can you?" Xue Zhen said with a smile.

Fang Yan nodded:

"I definitely underestimated him."

Xue Zhen added one last sentence:
"Of course, it's not certain it's him."

"Right now there's no evidence, and the driver hasn't been found. Anyway, Brother Hui was hit and killed right in front of his underlings."

Fang Yan asked again:
"What about his gang of henchmen?"

Xue Zhen responded:
"This morning, Li Guohua sent someone to inform them that Lin Jiang has been assigned to clean up the mess in Temple Street. In short, your filming will not be affected."

The dialect fell silent. The death of a hoodlum was nothing more than a small news item in the corner of a Hong Kong newspaper, causing not a ripple.

He looked out the car window at the palm trees rushing past, and for a moment, he was filled with many thoughts.

Twenty minutes later, Fang Yan and his group arrived at Villa No. 88 in Repulse Bay.

People have been waiting here for quite some time now.

As soon as they arrived, the villa gate was opened.

After the car pulled into the garage, Fang Yan was led to the villa's basement.

The incandescent lights in the basement hummed, their cold light casting a bluish hue on the cement walls.

The air was thick with the smell of iodine and blood. Bloodstained gauze was scattered on the medical cart in the corner, and the tweezers in the metal tray were still stained with brown medicine.

As soon as Fang Yan arrived in the basement, he heard the patient on the hospital bed groaning incoherently. His left hand was curled up like a chicken claw, and his right leg was twitching uncontrollably.

A man who looked like a doctor raised his chin as Fang Yan entered:

"I have no feeling in my left side, from my shoulder and neck to my toes. My tendon reflexes are hyperactive and my pupils are less sensitive to light."

"The bleeding has stopped, and we are giving him a blood transfusion right now."

Fang Yan leaned closer to examine the bandage on the injured person's head. The blood seeping from the edges of the gauze had turned dark brown. He gently touched the carotid artery on the side of the injured person's neck with his finger and found that the pulse was weak and erratic.

Fang Yan looked at the injured man's unbuttoned shirt. There were purplish-blue bruises on his chest, which should be marks left from hitting tree branches when he jumped. There was also a knife wound on his right collarbone, with the flesh turned outward like a grinning mouth.

"What's his name?" Fang Yan asked the doctor.

“Sun Kai,” the other party replied.

"Comrade Sun Kai, can you hear me?" Fang Yan gently patted the injured man's cheek.

The other person's eyes moved with difficulty, reflecting the flickering incandescent light in their pupils, but they could not make a sound.

Deng Cai handed over a flashlight and, using a dialectal style, opened the injured man's eyelids. He saw bulging veins in the fundus and patchy hemorrhages in the conjunctiva.

Then Fang Yan began to feel his pulse with his hand.

The pulse is as thin as a spider's thread, barely perceptible under the fingers, and occasionally pauses between fast and slow beats. The blood vessel walls are stiff as a string, offering no gentle sensation when pressed, and the fingertips can clearly feel the sluggishness caused by blood stasis.

This is a typical sign of a "dangerous pulse":
A thin pulse indicates severe deficiency of qi and blood; an intermittent pulse (pause) indicates organ failure; and a choppy pulse indicates internal stagnation.

The simultaneous appearance of these three pulse patterns indicates that the injured person not only suffered severe head trauma, but also suffered from organ deficiency and loss of vital energy and blood circulation.

Fang Yan frowned, walked to the patient's feet, and began to examine the patient's Taixi, Taichong, and Fuyang meridians.

Fang Yan felt a tightness in his chest when his fingertips touched his pulse.

The Taixi pulse (the original acupoint of the Kidney Meridian) is described as feeling extremely faint and subtle, like water flowing under ice in winter. It is barely discernible but extremely weak, and only by pressing hard down to the bone can one feel the very fine pulsation.

The kidneys are the foundation of innate essence. A weak Taixi pulse indicates kidney qi deficiency, suggesting that the brain injury has affected the root cause and the vital energy is about to dissipate.

When examining the Taichong pulse (the original acupoint of the Liver Meridian), it is described as thin and rough to the touch, like scraping bamboo with a knife. The rhythm is disordered and intermittent, and occasionally it appears sparse and dense.

The liver governs the free flow of Qi. A wiry and hesitant pulse at the Taichong point indicates stagnation of liver blood and internal stirring of wind-yang (corresponding to the patient's convulsive symptoms). When the pulse stops, it is a sign that the liver Yin is about to be exhausted.

Finally, Fang Yan touched the Fuyang pulse (the original acupoint of the Stomach Meridian). It was large and hollow, like pressing a scallion stalk. Although it appeared large on the surface, it felt weak when pressed hard, and occasionally had a wiry feeling.

The stomach is the foundation of postnatal health. A weak and floating pulse at the fuyang point indicates a decline in stomach qi and a lack of source for the production of qi and blood. After a head injury, the body is no longer able to maintain basic metabolic functions.

The combined analysis of the three pulses reveals the critical signs of "rootlessness, lack of spirit, and lack of stomach energy." A weak pulse at Taixi indicates "rootlessness," a floating pulse at Fuyang indicates "lack of stomach energy," and a disordered pulse at Taichong indicates "lack of spirit." These are signs of the depletion of the essence and qi of the internal organs.

"How is it?" Xue Zhen asked Fang Yan.

Fang Yan clicked his tongue, trying to calm himself down, and replied:
"It's a bit serious."

"Can it be cured?" Xue Zhen asked Fang Yan.

“Give it a try!” Fang Yan said.

"In his case, the first thing to do is to restore his Yang energy, consolidate his body, and awaken his mind."

"I'll write you a prescription and go and decoct the medicine right away. I'll give him acupuncture here, and we'll see if we can keep it going for a while."

"Okay!" Xue Zhen didn't waste any more words and told Fang Yan to get it done quickly.

Fang Yan picked up a pen and paper and began to write:
Ginseng 30g (decocted separately and taken with other herbs, greatly replenishes vital energy), Aconitum carmichaelii 15g (decocted for 1 hour first, to restore yang and rescue from collapse), dried ginger 10g (warms the middle and dispels cold).

Suhexiang pill 1 pill (taken orally, to open the orifices and refresh the mind), Acorus tatarinowii 15g (to resolve phlegm and open the orifices), Curcuma longa 12g (to relieve depression and open the orifices); Panax notoginseng powder 6g (taken with water, to stop bleeding and remove blood stasis), Dragon bone 30g (decocted first, to astringe and consolidate), Oyster shell 30g (decocted first, to subdue yang and extinguish wind).

Decoction method: Decoction over high heat, take 200ml of juice, and feed it to the patient through the nose in two doses (if the patient is still unconscious and unable to take oral medication after acupuncture), once every 4 hours, day and night.

After writing it down, Fang Yan handed it to Xue Zhen.

Fifth Brother, who had also studied traditional Chinese medicine, immediately recognized that this was a modified version of Shenfu Decoction combined with Suhexiang Pill.

He nodded and said:
"Okay, I'll take care of it. You should start acupuncture on him right now."

Fang Yan nodded:

"Go quickly, I'll start the acupuncture right away."

After saying that, he realized he had needles but no moxa wool, so he asked:

"By the way, do you have any moxa wool or moxa sticks here?"

"Yes, I'll have someone bring it down for you right away."

Fang Yan said to Li Chong beside him:

"Li Chong, go and take it down."

"Okay!" Li Chong nodded.

Next, Fang Yan took out his own sea dragon needle, wiped the acupoints on the patient with alcohol, and then asked Deng Cai to hold a flashlight so he could begin to insert the needle.

"Move the light closer," Fang Yan said in a deep voice, pointing to the acupoint.

Deng Cai quickly raised his flashlight and focused the beam on the injured man's Baihui acupoint.

Then, Fang Yan pressed the patient's glabella with his left thumb, held the needle in his right hand, used his finger as a ruler to measure the location of the Baihui acupoint, and then suddenly used his wrist strength to quickly insert the needle. When the needle tip entered the skin and flesh, there was almost no resistance. This is the "flying needle" technique, which requires taking advantage of the momentum to release the needle and can reduce the patient's pain.

After the needle was inserted, Xue Zhen continued to watch the patient's movements.

"Are you alright?" he asked with some concern.

Fang Yan turned his head and said:

"Hey, why are you still here? Hurry up and go!"

"Oh!" Xue Zhen nodded hurriedly, turned around and strode out, his leather shoes making rapid sounds on the basement steps.

Fang Yan continued to focus her attention on the patient.

He picked up the second sea dragon needle, flicked the silver needle with his fingertips, and the tip of the needle gleamed with a cold arc under the flashlight in Deng Cai's hand.

He silently measured the distance between the patient's Baihui and Fengfu acupoints in his mind. Then, the second silver needle was inserted into the Fengfu acupoint along the Du meridian. He gently pressed the needle tail with his fingertip and began to perform the needling.

next second.

The injured person's eyelashes began to tremble violently.

"Hey, it works!" Deng Cai said with delight.

“This is a sign that the sensation from the needle is being transmitted to the brain,” Fang Yan explained.

At this moment, the Western doctor who had been watching Fang Yan make his move was also watching intently. He knew that this young man was a famous doctor in the capital, and now his move seemed to be quite something.

However, the person still hasn't woken up.

"Next are Guanyuan and Qihai." Fang Yan didn't even look up. The third and fourth Hailong needles had already entered the acupoints. With a slight sinking of his wrist, he used a tonifying technique. As the needle handle slowly rotated, the patient's abdominal muscles twitched slightly.

When Deng Cai got closer, he could clearly see a faint blush on the skin around the silver needles.

The effect of the sea dragon needle on obtaining qi far surpasses that of others, which is why this thing is so popular in dialects.

Next is Taichong to Yongquan.

After finishing the acupuncture, Fang Yan gestured to Deng Cai to move the beam of light down to his feet.

Then, the tip of the fifth sea dragon needle was inserted obliquely into the Taichong acupoint and then pierced straight into the Yongquan acupoint on the sole of the foot. The technique was like a snake entering a cave, and it was done in one go.

Just over a second later, the injured man's left hand, which had been curled up like a chicken claw, suddenly loosened, and his five fingers slightly extended.

Deng Cai stared in shock, nearly dropping his flashlight.

"The effect is so amazing?" the Western doctor exclaimed in surprise.

Fang Yan did not answer him, but took out the sixth Sea Dragon Needle, which was to be placed on the Ya Men acupoint.

The distance between the needle and the patient must be carefully controlled, otherwise it may cause problems.

He held his breath, used his hand to stabilize the back of the patient's neck, and then, with a light touch, inserted the needle three-tenths of an inch into the water before stopping.

Then a red halo appeared around the sea dragon needle.

Fang Yan breathed a sigh of relief and began to turn the needle.

A moment later, the injured man made a muffled "ho" sound in his throat, and his closed eyeballs moved more significantly.

Unfortunately, he still didn't wake up.

Fang Yan took a deep breath and took out the seventh, eighth, ninth, and tenth sea dragon needles.

Then, the Western doctor helped lift the patient's head, and then pointed to Zusanli and Taixi acupoints for Deng Cai.

The Western doctor did as instructed, and Deng Cai obediently took the flashlight.

Fang Yan skillfully inserted the sea dragon needle into the Zusanli and Taixi acupoints on both sides of his body, like a butterfly flitting among flowers. After each insertion, he would gently scrape the needle handle with his thumbnail, a technique known as "scraping needle method" to stimulate the vital energy of the spleen, stomach, and kidney meridians.

When the last silver needle was inserted into the Taixi acupoint, the patient's chest began to rise and fall noticeably.

Looking at the injured Sun Kai, his face was still as pale as paper, but his lips had changed from bluish-gray to light purple, and his toes were gently curled under the blanket.

Fang Yan took a deep breath, took out his watch from his pocket, glanced at it, and began to note the time.

Then he felt the patient's wrist pulse and found that it was a little different from before. There was a faint elasticity in the weak pulse, and the pulsation at the Taixi acupoint was not as faint as before.

"Do you have any coins?" Fang Yan turned to look at Deng Cai.

"Huh?" Deng Cai looked completely bewildered.

Okay, no problem.

Fang Yan turned to the Western doctor who was supporting the patient's head and asked:

"Do you have anything for gua sha? Like a horn comb, coins, copper coins, and some cooking oil."

The Western doctor was taken aback, but after the dialect explanation, he nodded in realization and gestured for Deng Cai to help stabilize the patient's head, while he bent down to rummage through his medical kit.

Soon, a coin and a bottle of olive oil were handed to Fang Yan. Although he suspected that the olive oil was probably for a finger test, he didn't have time to investigate further at the moment.

After dipping the coin in olive oil, Fang Yan gently scraped the patient's elbow crease with a coin.

In just a few strokes, bluish-purple marks appeared layer by layer, spreading out like ink stains.

Western doctors stared wide-eyed:

"What is this? Why is it so purple?"

"Toxins are being expelled." The dialect explanation was brief. Looking up, I saw Li Chong returning, panting, holding a moxa stick in his hand.

"Director Fang, they said it's been stored for several years, is it still usable?"

"That's fine." Fang Yan reached out and took it. Although there was some dust on the surface of the moxa stick, you could still smell the rich aroma of moxa when you got close.

He gently brushed away the dust and turned his gaze back to the patient.

"Fire, does anyone have matches or a lighter?" Fang Yan asked.

In this place, you have to ask someone for everything for emergency medical care.

“I have one!” Li Chong pulled out a box of matches.

Fang Yan quickly lit the lamp and then applied moxibustion to the Baihui and Guanyuan acupoints. Amidst the swirling smoke, the injured man's eyelids suddenly twitched, and he let out a muffled groan. The Western doctor leaned closer for a closer look and saw that although Sun Kai's pupils had a weak light reflex, they were already able to slightly contract as the flashlight beam moved.

"There's been an improvement!" the Western doctor said to Fang Yan.

Fang Yan glanced at his watch and said:

"We still have to wait for the medicine to arrive."

Li Chong said to Fang Yan:

"Director Fang, why don't you go to the wedding first? It might not be good to be away for too long."

Dialectal wave:
"No need. The Huo family has already made arrangements. Otherwise, they wouldn't have changed the driver to my senior brother."

Li Chong suddenly realized, "That makes sense."

So he took the moxibustion stick from Fang Yan's hand and began to perform moxibustion.

After fifteen minutes, the needle insertion time was up.

The comrade named Sun Kai still hadn't woken up, so Fang Yan had no choice but to remove the sea dragon needle and have Li Chong continue to perform moxibustion on him.

In addition, he stated regarding Western medicine:

"Prepare the feeding kit; we'll need it later."

The Western doctor nodded and immediately left the basement to prepare.

Only Fang Yan, Li Chong, Deng Cai, and the wounded Sun Kai remained at the scene.

Looking at the complete emergency equipment and medical staff in the basement, Fang Yan couldn't help but think: If someone without connections had suffered such serious injuries, they probably wouldn't have survived.

The "miraculous cures" plots that only appear in movies are purely fictional. In reality, the poor sanitation conditions in those places alone could cause countless injuries to become infected and die.

He lightly pressed his fingertips against Sun Kai's wrist pulse, feeling the faint, almost imperceptible throbbing.

"How is it?" Old Tang's voice came over at this moment.

Fang Yan looked over in surprise, only to find that not only Old Tang, but also Director Liao and Mr. Huo had come.

"You guys..." Fang Yan didn't expect Mr. Huo to have come all this way. Although it wasn't far, there was still a group of guests over there, so they came running over.

Judging from this, the person lying on the bed seems more precious than I thought.

As if seeing through Fang Yan's thoughts, Old Tang explained:

"It's alright, everything has been arranged over there, and no one has noticed that we left."

After a pause, he continued:
"Mr. Huo is the same; he is not the main character today."

Mr. Huo smiled and asked:
"I'm sorry to have troubled you, Dr. Fang. How is the situation now?"

Fang Yan composed himself and said:
"We're still not out of danger. We need to wait for the medicine to be brewed and then poured into our noses."

At this moment, Old Tang walked over and called out to the patient on the bed:

"Comrade Sun Kai! Hang in there!"

"We still need you, you must hold on!"

"Cough cough!" Just after he finished speaking, Sun Kai on the bed suddenly coughed twice.

Fang Yan pressed his fingertips against Sun Kai's wrist pulse and suddenly felt the pulse beat stronger. He couldn't help but look up at Old Tang, his eyes filled with astonishment. This "chosen lucky star" from the Republican era actually had such a magical influence.

"It's working! Please continue!" Fang Yan said eagerly.

Old Tang paused for a moment, then leaned close to the hospital bed. His aged but steady voice echoed in the basement: "Comrade Sun Kai, the intelligence you risked your life to deliver over the years has helped us solve three smuggling cases... Now our comrades from the mainland have come to thank you."

Before he finished speaking, the pulse at Fang Yan's fingertips became clearer, like a dying candle flame suddenly being lit, weak but with a newfound resilience.

There is a play!

Keep calling back the soul!

No, keep talking!
PS: The basic chapter of 6000 words has been updated.

There will be an extra chapter later.

(End of this chapter)