Rebirth 1977 Great Era

Chapter 1037 The Pioneering Needle and the Lost "Yellow Emperor's Bright Hall Classic", Our Big Shots in Hong Kong (Two-in-One)

Actually, when the old man mentioned teaching acupuncture, Fang Yan thought he wanted to take on apprentices.

After all, he was about to leave Hong Kong, and besides, he was using a fake identity, so there was no way he could talk about becoming an apprentice.

Hearing that it wasn't a discipleship, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Speaking of which, Fang Yan's acupuncture skills are already quite solid.

Needless to say, he has mastered many common acupuncture techniques, including some renowned ones: he has mastered the universal version of the Thirteen Ghost Needles; although he has not fully mastered the Cheng Family Three Talents Needles, his progress is comparable to that of Master Cheng; and although he has no formulas for the Taoist Heavenly Star Twelve Needles, he has mastered the techniques.

All things considered, his reserve of acupuncture techniques is sufficient to deal with all kinds of situations. Even today, when he treated Sun Kai, he stabilized the situation by relying on the Thirteen Ghost Needles.

Therefore, Fang Yan did not have high expectations for Mr. Li Chunfang's acupuncture techniques.

He even guessed that the other party might only be teaching some basic techniques, and if that were the case, he could only pretend to learn them.

"I wonder what young friend Lin thinks?" Li Chunfang asked Fang Yan.

Fang Yan came to his senses and said to Grandpa Li Chunfang:
"I'm very happy that Grandpa Li is willing to teach me, but I'm not very good at learning."

Upon hearing Fang Yan's agreement, Grandpa Li Chunfang said:
"It's not a complicated acupuncture technique. This is the Liaoyuan Acupuncture Technique that I developed after studying ancient books and combining the inspiration from the acupuncture techniques of some colleagues. This set of acupuncture techniques was first recorded in the Western Han Dynasty's 'Huangdi Mingtang Jing'. Its core theory originates from the fire-generating idea in 'Lingshu Jiuzhen Lun'. Combined with my Liaoyuan Acupuncture Technique, it can be used perfectly."

"Similar to the Linggui Bafa (Eight Methods of the Spiritual Turtle) based on the research and interpretation of Zheng Kuishan, the King of Acupuncture in Northwest China, this acupuncture method is based on the Eight Trigrams of the Pre-Heaven. It constructs the intersection of the 'Midnight-Noon Flow and the Twelve Palaces of the Yellow Path' and has a special set of acupoint matching models. I will teach you when the time comes, and you will understand what it is all about."

The dialect sounds increasingly off. Is this the Yellow Emperor's Mingtang Classic from the Western Han Dynasty? The original book was gradually lost after the Tang and Song Dynasties. The only existing version is a fragment of the Yellow Emperor's Mingtang Classic included in Huang Shi's Hanxuetang Series from the Qing Dynasty, and some of its content is quoted in Tanba Genkan's Medical Prescriptions from the modern era.

In addition, there are scattered passages to be discovered in the future from Dunhuang manuscripts and unearthed medical bamboo slips, such as the "Foot and Arm Eleven Meridians Moxibustion Classic" from the Mawangdui Han Tomb, which has a theoretical relationship with the "Huangdi Mingtang Classic".

"Grandpa, you have the 'Huangdi Mingtang Jing'???" Fang Yan looked at Li Chunfang in astonishment.

Grandpa Li nodded: "Yes, the acupuncture textbook 'Mingtang Ningyo Tu' from the Heian period (8th-12th centuries) in Japan was copied from it. I got it from a Japanese military doctor back then... cough, I got it."

It's the Japanese again! But judging from the old man's tone, the military doctor has already gone to the sea to feed the sharks.

Fang Yan's heart stirred slightly, and she tentatively asked:
Can I take a look at it?

“Of course, I’ll have someone bring it over tomorrow.” Old Master Li agreed without hesitation, but then suddenly frowned and looked him over. “But…didn’t you say you didn’t know anything about acupuncture?”

Fang Yan felt a chill run down his spine, but then calmly smiled and said:

“Back then, my master always mentioned that when Huangfu Mi of the Western Jin Dynasty compiled the Acupuncture and Moxibustion Classic, he directly quoted the acupoint locations and indications from the Yellow Emperor’s Mingtang Classic, which accounted for more than 80%. He said that if we had this lost ancient book, it would have saved us a lot of effort when teaching me. He also said that if people who study traditional Chinese medicine could study it, they would definitely have a sudden enlightenment.”

Upon hearing this, Old Master Li nodded in agreement.

Fang Yan continued, "Although I didn't study it in depth at the time, I remembered this sentence. Today, when I heard it, I couldn't help but be curious and wanted to know if this book was really that magical."

Grandpa Li glanced at Fang Yan and shook his head, saying, "This... I'm afraid you won't understand it very well."

Upon hearing Fang Yan's words, he knew that the old man was probably reluctant to take out his treasure. Just as he was thinking about how to respond, the old man paused and added, "But it doesn't matter. I already know that book by heart. I'll give it to you along with the 'Prairie Fire Acupuncture Technique.' You can use it as a reference, and you might even be able to understand something new."

Upon hearing this, Fang Yan was quite surprised and couldn't help but ask, "Is...this appropriate?"

Old Master Li was amused by his question: "What's inappropriate about it! Hahaha, my life was saved by young friend Lin, what's there to talk about inappropriateness?" He paused, then his tone suddenly became serious: "However... I have another request."

“Please speak,” Fang Yan replied.

"This thing cannot be given to foreigners, and even more so, it cannot be taught to foreigners." Old Master Li's gaze was piercing. "Remember that?"

Fang Yan paused for a moment, then nodded vigorously: "Okay, I'll remember."

Seeing Fang Yan asking for books and acupuncture techniques, Aji was a little skeptical, but then he thought that Fang Yan probably wouldn't understand anyway and was just watching for fun, so he felt a little better. Just then, a hotel staff member noticed the commotion and quickly came over to ask if they needed help. Aji stood up irritably, about to yell at the staff member, but was stopped by the old man.

"It's nothing, it's nothing. I was feeling a little unwell just now. I got two injections and drank some hot water. I'll be fine after resting for a while," Li Chunfang said, waving her hand.

The staff member was still worried: "Dr. Li, should we call an ambulance for you?"

"I'm a practitioner of traditional Chinese medicine myself. Calling a Western medicine ambulance would be ridiculous," the old man replied with a smile. The staff member then smiled awkwardly, confirmed that a wheelchair wasn't needed, and left.

"We spend so much money every month, and they're so slow to react when guests are uncomfortable. We're going to switch hotels!" Ah Ji said indignantly.

Li Chunfang shook her head: "It's not their fault, they couldn't have helped even if they came. Speaking of which, the people we should thank the most today are young friend Lin and his people. If it weren't for them, I don't know what would have become of me."

These words left Aji speechless. His grandfather had hinted at it several times before, but he hadn't understood. It was only Fang Yan who immediately saw the problem. He had hesitated when it came time to insert the needle, and now, thinking about it, he wanted to slap himself. If Fang Yan hadn't appeared in time, things might have really escalated. The old man was very concerned about his reputation; even though he wasn't feeling well, he hadn't revealed a word to the patient.

Thinking of this, Ah Ji straightened his neck and tried his best to act like an adult: "It's really all thanks to Young Master Lin! Thank you, I'll remember this favor! If you ever need anything in the future, I'll definitely help you to the end!" He then patted his chest.

Fang Yan couldn't help but chuckle at the sight, but still cupped his hands and said, "Alright, I'll remember this favor. I'll definitely come to bother you if I need anything in the future!"

Upon hearing the dialect in response, Ah Ji felt he had regained his pride, straightened his back, and his eyes became more serious.

The time for leaving the needles in was up, and the old man had recovered enough to remove them himself. He took the needles out, placed them directly in the box, and said to Fang Yan:

"Take this box of needles, Lin Xiaoyou. Come see me tomorrow morning when you have your consultation, and I'll teach you how to use them on the spot."

Fang Yan looked troubled when he heard that he was to go tomorrow morning.

Director Liao also assigned him a task tomorrow morning, so isn't this going to cause a conflict?
"Um... I'm afraid tomorrow morning won't work. I have some very important things to take care of," Fang Yan said to Grandpa Li Chunfang.

Providing medical care for the people here is something that can't be delayed.

Li Chunfang then remembered that Fang Yan had left in a hurry after the wedding without even having a meal, presumably because he was busy with business. He stroked his beard: "Is it business that hasn't been settled?"

“That’s right,” Fang Yan nodded in agreement, his tone tinged with helplessness. “The partners are pressing us hard; all the documents related to customs clearance and warehousing need to be reviewed in person. If we don’t go this morning, it’ll probably drag on until dark.” He glanced at the wall clock and said:
"I still have to stay up late tonight to come up with a solution."

Ah Ji chimed in from the side, "Young Master Lin is doing big business!"

Fang Yan said with a smile:

"It wasn't a big deal, it just so happened that things happened to come together."

Upon hearing this, Li Chunfang waved her hand and smiled, "Doing business is the priority, there's no rush. How about this afternoon? After lunch, I'll wait for you upstairs, and I'll also have someone find a copy of the 'Huangdi Mingtang Jing'."

"The afternoon is perfect!" Fang Yan immediately agreed. "I'll be there to report to you on time this afternoon after I finish what I'm doing this morning."

"Okay, it's settled then." Li Chunfang shoved the needle case into Fang Yan's hand. "Take these needles as a thank you gift!"

Fang Yan was both amused and exasperated, but still accepted the needle case and bowed respectfully.

Next, Old Li asked Ah Ji to get some Chinese medicine for him so that the hotel staff could brew it. Fang Yan and the others went upstairs first.

After returning upstairs, Fang Yan said to Deng Cai:

"Report what happened here to Director Liao, and also investigate what kind of background this old man Li Chunfang has."

The dialect spoken in Hong Kong is primarily characterized by caution and prudence.

With the emergence of lost ancient books, dialects have become even more important.

Upon hearing this, Deng Cai immediately went down the stairs to the next floor to report to Director Liao.

Inside the room, Li Chong, who was even more cautious than Fang Yan, had already begun checking the entire house.

After all, we've been away all day, and nobody knows if anyone has come in. Even though there's a "No Cleaning" sign on the door, you never know.

When Li Chong left this morning, he made some marks in several places in the room. After checking everything, he was finally relieved and said to Fang Yan:

"It's all safe. Nobody's come in."

Fang Yan breathed a sigh of relief when she heard him say that.

Today was a busy day, and I feel much more tired than in Beijing, mainly mentally.

Pretending to be innocent is exhausting, and saving a critically ill patient is also exhausting.

Fang Yan himself started using Chen Tuan's sleeping technique taught by Yuan Qingshan in bed, preparing for a short period of deep sleep to replenish his energy and spirit.

When Fang Yan opened his eyes again, he heard voices in the living room.

Upon closer inspection, he realized it was the sound of a television. Fang Yan checked the time and saw that two hours had already passed.

It's 10:30 PM.

He quickly got out of bed and went outside.

Upon seeing Fang Yan, they found Li Chong and Deng Cai watching TV on the sofa in the room. They immediately stood up.

"Don't be nervous, it's me," Fang Yan said to them.

The two of them finally came to their senses.

Fang Yan glanced at the TV and saw that a foreign movie was playing, the classic James Bond series.

"Why didn't you wake me up?" Fang Yan asked them.

Li Chong said:

"I saw you were sleeping soundly, so I didn't wake you up."

Fang Yan didn't blame them, and asked Deng Cai:

"Have you received the notification from Director Liao yet?"

"Yes." Deng Cai nodded.

Then he said:

"Director Liao said your arrangements are fine. It's good to have treatment in the morning and to have a chat with Grandpa Li Chunfang at the hotel in the afternoon."

Fang Yan then realized that Director Liao had said before that if the matter of tracking was not resolved, he would not be allowed to go out and wander around. Now, Old Master Li had taken up Fang Yan's time in the afternoon, which was like a pillow being delivered when he was sleepy. It was just right to keep him in the hotel and not let him go out.

Deng Cai continued:

“There’s nothing wrong with that old man Li. You can just learn from him.”

Fang Yan nodded and said:

"alright."

He poured himself a glass of water, drank it, and then asked them:

Are you still on guard tonight?

Li Chong nodded:

"We must remain vigilant here in Hong Kong."

Fang Yan nodded; that was also the job they were there to do.

He said in dialect:

"Then I'll go back to sleep and come pick you up at five."

Li Chong said:

"No need to wake up so early. You can wake up whenever you want. You still need to take care of your health tomorrow."

Deng Cai also said:
“That’s right, we’re fine staying up all night, we’re used to it.” Fang Yan waved his hand, too lazy to waste words with them. Fang Yan knew very well Chen Tuan’s recovery ability from sleep. If he continued to sleep, it would be enough for him to sleep until 5 a.m.

Back in his room, he lay down and silently recited the Big Dipper mantra. Soon after, he drifted off to sleep again.

She didn't dream after falling asleep. When she woke up, Fang Yan checked the time again and it was 5:18 a.m.

Well, he even slept through the night.

He went out of the room again, and Deng Cai was on night watch, while Li Chong was curled up asleep on the sofa.

The television is currently showing scenery of incomprehensible meaning.

Hearing the noise, the two of them looked at Fang Yan from the front and the back.

"You've worked hard, go lie down on the bed for a while," Fang Yan said to them.

Having endured this long, they didn't stand on ceremony and quickly went to sleep.

Fang Yan went to the balcony again, and as soon as she pushed open the door, a sea breeze blew in.

It instantly brought me back to my senses.

Fang Yan stood by the window and began her morning exercise.

Unlike yesterday, Grandpa Li didn't come out today, nor did his grandson, Ah Ji. After Fang Yan had been exercising for two hours and the sky had brightened, the balcony diagonally above was still deserted.

It seems like yesterday's events really took their toll, leaving them with no energy for morning exercise.

Today in Hong Kong it was a cloudy day with a bit of a strong wind, and Fang Yan's wish to see the sunrise again was dashed. Originally, Fang Yan wanted to learn from Taoist classics to absorb some of the energy of the rising sun.

It seems I have no choice but to return to the capital to absorb the knowledge.

Fang Yan then washed up, put on makeup again, changed into more casual, loose, and low-key clothes, and then woke up Li Chong and Deng Cai.

Instead of waiting for breakfast to be delivered to their room today, they went directly to the restaurant.

Having attended the Huo family wedding yesterday, there were noticeably fewer people at the hotel today.

When Fang Yan and his group arrived at the restaurant, there were hardly any people there.

Here they ordered some Cantonese breakfast dishes they hadn't eaten before and had a great time.

Then we went directly to the floor where Director Liao and the others were.

The clinic starts at 9:00 AM today, so please arrive a little earlier if you speak dialect.

When Fang Yan arrived, he happened to run into Secretary Zhou in the hallway.

"What are you doing here, Brother Zhou?" Fang Yan asked Secretary Zhou.

Secretary Zhou glanced around cautiously and said in a low voice:
"The patient will be here soon; I need to wait for them here."

Fang Yan asked him:
"Have you had breakfast?"

Secretary Zhou nodded:
"I've already eaten. I ordered delivery today."

Seeing how cautious he was, Fang Yan stopped beating around the bush and asked:
Where should I go for my medical treatment?

Secretary Zhou pointed in the direction of the corridor:

"It'll be in the same room you were staying in before. We'll bring everyone over then."

He asked in dialect:

"Several people?"

“Three,” Secretary Zhou said.

The dialect was somewhat taken aback:

"so little?"

Secretary Zhou said:
"There were originally quite a few, but Director Liao felt that too many was not good, so this time he only examined a few serious cases, and the others were allowed to return to China."

Fang Yan suddenly realized and asked:
"Who are these people?"

“One of our own,” Secretary Zhou said solemnly. “He used to be in charge of the commercial line, providing the organization with funds and resources, and now he’s settled in Hong Kong.”

"Oh..." Fang Yan instantly thought of several company names, all of which were old-established businesses he had heard of in his previous life.

They all have official backing, and the people inside are all business geniuses.

They belong to the hidden front.

United Bank (the predecessor of China Resources), Baoshengtang, Guangfu Bank, Nantong Money Exchange, Fuchang Gold Shop, Jianhua Machinery Repair Shop, Dasheng Battery Factory, Sing Tao Printing Company, Kowloon Film Company...

Among them is Director Liao's former Hengyuan Trading Company.

Using the alias Mr. He, he posed as an importer and exporter of coconut oil and rubber to transfer donated materials from patriotic overseas Chinese. He once secretly transported 500 guns to the Dongjiang Column using the cargo ship Hai'an.

Speaking of which, the identity that Old Tang arranged for Fang Yan was similar to the identity that Director Liao had at the time.

Therefore, the people who came today are likely to be important figures.

Fang Yan composed himself and quickly walked to the door of his old room.

"Hey, you forgot your keys!" Li Chong reminded him.

Just then, the door suddenly opened.

Wang Feng, who is 1.9 meters tall, stood blocking the doorway, grinning at them.

“I heard you talking,” Wang Feng said.

"Come in quickly!" Director Liao said to Fang Yan from inside the room.

Fang Yan then noticed that there were not only Director Liao in the room, but also several other old men.

He hurried inside.

Director Liao instructed in dialect:
"They'll be here in a little while. Take a good look around. There are only three of them, so you'll have plenty of time."

"Okay." Fang Yan nodded.

The old men all heard about Fang Yan's rescue of their comrades yesterday, and they all praised Fang Yan highly.

His actions were highly praised.

Just as Fang Yan was exchanging pleasantries with the old men, there was a knock on the door.

Wang Feng quickly opened the door, and several people appeared outside.

There were even teenagers, making it look like a family gathering. Fang Yan didn't know if it was an act or if the whole family was really there.

Director Liao stood up and greeted them warmly as soon as they entered, shaking hands with them.

They all seem to be old acquaintances of his.

The other old men also greeted them with smiles, while Fang Yan watched the lively scene from the sidelines.

After greeting them, Director Liao then introduced the local dialect to them:

"This is our comrade Fang Yan. He just saved one of our comrades yesterday. His medical skills are superb. He is also the descendant of a famous doctor. He deserves a lot of credit for attracting many overseas Chinese businessmen back to China."

Then a group of people came up and shook hands with Fang Yan to greet him:

"Hello, Comrade Fang Yan!"

"Hello, Comrade Fang Yan!"

"Comrade Fang Yan..."

Fang Yan shook hands with the children at the end, feeling somewhat amused and exasperated. These people themselves didn't know their identities; only others recognized them.

It seemed that Director Liao didn't intend to tell Fang Yan either; after greeting him, he simply said to him:
"Alright, let's not delay any longer, let's start seeing patients now."

Fang Yan nodded, walked to the dining table in the room, and greeted everyone:

"Come on, who wants to go first?"

Soon, an old man who looked to be around seventy years old, with a pale face and a thin build, sat down opposite Fang Yan.

Fang Yan asked him:
"Where on your body are you feeling unwell?"

The old man smiled and said to the dialect:

"Oh dear, this is an old problem of mine, I've had it for over thirty years."

"I remember it was around the 1940s when I started coughing up blood from time to time. I was young and strong at the time, and it didn't seem to have any effect, so I didn't pay attention to it. But as I got older, I became thinner and thinner, and the coughing up of blood did not improve. Later, I went to the hospital for a checkup, and they said that what I had was 'bronchial dilatation'."

"At that time, I started looking for doctors in various places to help me. I saw both traditional Chinese medicine and Western medicine doctors, but the results were not very good."

"I get sick every month now, and I cough up a lot of blood every three to five days."

Fang Yan heard this and wrote it down. Bronchiectasis that hadn't been cured for over thirty years was indeed a very difficult case right from the start.

Fang Yan composed himself and asked the old man:
"Besides coughing up blood, what other sensations do you experience when you have an attack?"

The old man said:
"I feel listless all day, too tired to even speak, and I have no appetite. I always feel tightness in my chest, and I feel very anxious. I feel dizzy and lightheaded when I stand up..."

"Hmm, is there anything else?" Fang Yan nodded and continued to ask.

The old man paused for a moment and then said:
"Also, his mouth is dry and sticky, his lips are an unnaturally red, and the phlegm he coughs up is yellowish-green and comes out in large quantities. The scariest thing is coughing up blood; dark red or bright red blood is either mixed in with the phlegm or gushes out suddenly, and every time I have to frantically find a basin to catch it..."

“I’ve actually been to Peking Union Medical College Hospital, but it didn’t work out, and now I don’t know what to do.”

After hearing this, Fang Yan asked the old man again:

Do you remember what treatments you underwent?

"Or you could have previous prescriptions, surgical records, or the like."

The old man nodded:
"Yes, I brought it with me!"

As he spoke, he waved to the person behind him, and immediately a briefcase was handed to him.

Then a file folder was taken out, and Fang Yan saw a string of English words on it: "CHINA RESOURCES"

Well, he really is a big shot.

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

(End of this chapter)