Rebirth 1977 Great Era

Chapter 1046 Leaving Hong Kong for Shenzhen, Military Medical Service! (Two Chapters Combined)
Fang Yan smiled and said when he heard Le Miao's question:
"I have superiors above me, so it's not convenient. How about... we go out and take a look at your new car?"

Upon hearing the dialect, Le Miao nodded and smiled:
"sure."

Then he made an inviting gesture towards the dialect.

When the two arrived at the hotel parking lot, Le Miao noticed that Li Chong and Deng Cai were still following them.

She smiled helplessly, then led Fang Yan to a Mercedes-Benz.

This is a Mercedes-Benz W116 450SE, the same model as the one Fang Yan had in Beijing. However, this one is sky blue, which doesn't look as business-like as the black one, but rather has a more lively feel.

Fang Yan circled the sky-blue Mercedes W116, patted the hood, and said:

"I didn't expect you to pick the same model as the one I have in Beijing."

Le Miao unlocked the car with the key, then opened the door and invited Fang Yan to sit in the driver's seat.

Fang Yan sat down, and Le Miao said to him:

"Guo Zhen said that this chassis is stable and suitable for someone like me who drives slowly. It will also make me appear more composed when I go to do business or meet clients."

As she spoke, she opened the passenger door, got in, and adjusted the rearview mirror:

Guess how much I spent on my car?

Fang Yan patted the steering wheel and laughed, "You're making it sound like you didn't spend much money."

Le Miao said with a smile:

"It's not that I didn't spend any money, it's just that I spent very little. Guo Zhen came with me to buy it. She knows the people there, so they gave me a very low price. She said it was to repay me for letting her ride my motorcycle."

"This Miss Guo seems to treat you quite well." Fang Yan nodded. Le Miao had finally found a good friend in Hong Kong.

Moreover, Guo Zhen seems to suit her taste quite well.

She suddenly lowered her voice: "I've calculated it. The money I have is only enough to buy a small piece of land. If I really want to make money, I have to rely on the stock market to snowball my wealth."

Fang Yan looked at her and noticed that Le Miao had an ambition she had never had before.

The sea breeze ruffled Le Miao's hair as she gazed at the neon sign at the hotel entrance: "I've heard that there are going to be big changes in mainland policies. They're going to loosen up business policies in the future. I'm making money here now, and there will be a bigger market in the mainland in the future. We can continue to cooperate then."

Fang Yan was slightly surprised to hear Le Miao's words, not expecting her to be so well-informed.

Seeing Fang Yan's expression, Le Miao laughed:
"Don't forget, I also have connections."

Fang Yan suddenly realized, and the election candidate said with a smile:

"I underestimated you. I only heard some rumors, but I didn't expect you to be so sure."

Le Miao said:

"There's no point in guessing; it's inevitable. Some of the teachers at our school even specialize in this. After all, it's such a big country; just look at the current trends, and you can guess what's going on."

"Take Director Liao, who's the top dog behind you, for example. Isn't he doing this kind of thing?"

Fang Yan nodded.

Le Miao then said:
"I noticed you don't have many business-savvy friends. I'm learning in Hong Kong in advance, which is also a way to help you plan ahead."

"Don't forget about your investment in me then!"

Fang Yan said with a smile:

"Unforgettable, has a good memory!"

"Ahem!" Deng Cai coughed from a short distance away, and Fang Yan knew that this was to urge him to return to the hotel.

Fang Yan tapped on the roof of the car and said to Le Miao, "Alright, I'm leaving early tomorrow morning, I have to go back now."

Upon hearing this, Le Miao reached out and tugged at the leather cover on the steering wheel, then suddenly rolled down the window halfway, letting the sea breeze carry her voice into the car:

"Okay, then I won't keep you from packing your luggage."

She glanced at the quartz clock on the dashboard: "It's getting late, have a safe trip."

"Thank you," Fang Yan said with a smile and nodded, then pushed open the car door and got out.

"Oh right, wait a minute."

As they were talking, Le Miao got off the bus from the other side. She walked to the back door, opened it, took a box from the back seat, and handed it to Fang Yan.

"You must have forgotten about the silk scarf I brought for your wife, you're so careless."

Fang Yan was somewhat taken aback, not expecting that Le Miao was still thinking about this.

Then Le Miao returned to the driver's seat, got in, and rolled down the window:
"By the way, I bought ten more lots of Sun Hung Kai shares for you. Consider it your initial investment in my trading company. Once the mainland market opens, you'll get 30% of the profits."

Before Fang Yan could answer, Le Miao had already started the engine.

The sky-blue Mercedes-Benz W116 cast a semi-circle of light and shadow on the parking lot's paving stones. She waved to Fang Yan:
"Let's go!"

As they spoke, white mist billowed from the exhaust pipe at the rear of the car, and the tires made a "clunk" sound as they rolled over the speed bump. Then, the sky-blue car left the parking lot, merged into the traffic on Nathan Road, and disappeared in a moment.

Fang Yan looked at the box in her hand, opened it, and saw that it was indeed a silk scarf.

The packaging is exquisite, so the price probably won't be cheap.

Fang Yan scratched his head, then said to Deng Cai and Li Chong:

"Alright, let's go back to the hotel."

By the time the three of them returned to their hotel room, it was almost nine o'clock.

As usual, Fang Yan went to wash up and go to bed, while the other two took turns keeping watch.

Fang Yan slept soundly through the night, and when she woke up again it was already four o'clock.

I packed my things yesterday, and now all I need to do is change back into my old clothes.

By 4:30, Fang Yan and his group had arrived downstairs at the hotel. The convoy that was responsible for sending Fang Yan and his group was led by their fifth senior brother, Xue Zhen.

He was in the lead car, and as he left, he instructed his fellow disciples in dialect to keep it a secret from their master and senior brothers and not to tell them that he was in Hong Kong.

This matter is actually not to be revealed unless spoken in dialect, as it involves classified information and is subject to regulations.

Time quickly came to the moment to depart. Led by Xue Zhen's car, the other cars followed closely behind, and they drove into Nathan Road at 4:30 a.m.

At 4:30 a.m., Nathan Road resembled a river immersed in the dark blue morning mist. Xue Zhen's headlights pierced the thin fog, casting two dazzling streaks of light on the wet asphalt.

Fang Yan sat in the back seat, watching the light rain falling outside the car window.

Besides the streetlights, there were also some billboards that were still lit on the street.

There were some homeless people or drunkards lying outside some shops on the street, covered with newspapers. When they saw Fang Yan and his convoy passing by, they sat up and looked at them in confusion.

As the convoy passed the Star Ferry Pier in Tsim Sha Tsui, a few fishing lights floated on the surface of Victoria Harbour, and the muffled whistles of cargo ships in the distance bumped against the car windows.

The green and white ferry was cutting through the morning mist, the spray trailing behind it shimmering bluish-white in the dawn light. A few early risers stood on the deck, their trench coats billowing like sails in the sea breeze.

Li Chong took out his watch and looked at it:
"We'll be at Ta Kwu Ling in half an hour. The Hong Kong Customs officers will be changing shifts by now."

It's already a little past five in the morning.

The car turned onto Waterloo Road, where the glow of the streetlights shimmered on the wet sycamore leaves. Occasionally, a milkman would ride by on his bicycle, the aluminum milk boxes clinking on the handlebars.

As we passed through the Lion Rock Tunnel, the incandescent lights on the tunnel ceiling formed a blurry band of light in the fog, and remnants of the 60s slogan "Develop the economy and ensure supply" remained on the walls, blackened by the exhaust fumes of passing vehicles.

After exiting the tunnel, the high-rise buildings on both sides of the Tolo Highway gradually give way to rice paddies.

The rain gradually stopped at that moment.

Along the roadside near Fanling, dim light bulbs illuminate the tin sheds of a "dai pai dong" (open-air food stall). Several truck drivers sit around drinking morning tea, with milk tea bubbling in aluminum pots and the aroma of toasted bread mixed with the smell of diesel fuel wafting through the truck windows.

Xue Zhen's car suddenly slowed down. The red light of the Daguling border checkpoint ahead flickered in the morning mist. Police officers in khaki uniforms were inspecting vehicles with flashlights. The blackboard calendar on the guard post wall read May 9, 1978.

As the convoy crossed the boundary river bridge, Fang Yan caught a glimpse of the red flags fluttering in the morning breeze at the Luohu Bridgehead. The town of Shenzhen on the other side of the bridge was still fast asleep, with only a few streetlights shining in the gray sky, like scattered morning stars.

The convoy continued onward; they were going to have breakfast at the border post.

As the convoy entered the parking lot at Luohu Port, the mountains to the east were bathed in the golden-red glow of dawn.

Border guards marched over to check documents, and the group got off the vehicle one after another. Fang Yan walked towards the border crossing through the wet plane tree leaves on the ground, and heard the sound of the Hong Kong border gate closing behind him.

A green Jiefang brand truck was parked on the side of the road. Upon seeing them, the people in the truck immediately got out and saluted.

"I'm back!" Deng Cai breathed a long sigh of relief.

Although Hong Kong is luxurious, it's always a tense place, especially for Li Chong and Deng Cai, who are responsible for protecting the dialect, who are under immense mental pressure.

I can finally breathe a sigh of relief now that I'm here.

People got off the car in front of Director Liao and his entourage one after another, and then the border guards saluted them.

"You must be tired from your journey. The cafeteria has prepared a hot breakfast for you!"

They were warmly invited to the cafeteria.

At this point, Fifth Senior Brother Xue Zhen had already begun directing the convoy to turn and return.

"Aren't you going to eat?" Fang Yan asked Xue Zhen.

"No, I have to go back and take care of Sun Kai," Xue Zhen said.

Then he gave a standard military salute to Director Liao, who was walking over.

Director Liao nodded at him:
Take care!

The convoy's engines roared low as five black sedans turned around in the morning light. Xue Zhen rolled down his window and shouted, "Let's go!" The red taillights cast long, winding streaks of light on the wet road before disappearing around the corner of the boundary river bridge.

Next, Director Liao led the three into the border defense canteen, where a long table was set with white porridge in an enamel basin, glistening pickled mustard greens, and freshly fried dough sticks.

The old men had a good appetite and kept saying how much better the conditions were now when they saw the breakfast in the military camp.

On the other side of the dialect, Deng Cai and Li Chong returned to the old man's side, grabbed a fried dough stick and took a crunchy bite.

They felt more comfortable living here.

Fang Yan ate while glancing around, only to find that they were the only group of soldiers present. Director Liao tapped the rim of his bowl with his chopsticks: "Stop looking around. We still need to check on your warehouse after we finish eating." He pointed to the gradually brightening barracks outside the window.

Fang Yan nodded and began to eat.

After they finished eating, the melody of "The East Is Red" suddenly came on the canteen's loudspeaker, and the sound of running could be heard outside the canteen.

It turned out that the soldiers from that unit only arrived at this time.

Not long after the singing began, the metal door of the canteen was pushed open, and soldiers in uniforms lined up and poured in, the sound of enamel bowls clattering instantly filling the room.

The company commander, his sleeves damp with morning dew, stood at attention and saluted when he saw Director Liao and the group of veteran officers.

"Hello, chiefs!"

The young soldier getting his food glanced curiously in their direction, and when he saw Fang Yan and the others looking over, he immediately saluted them.

The long tables in the mess hall were quickly filled, and the soldiers began to eat breakfast.

Fang Yan and the others had almost finished eating by now.

After finishing the last bite, Director Liao greeted the person in the dialect:

"Let's go. Just a few of us will go on the inspection today. The old men have their own work to do in the military camp."

With a nod in dialect, the veterans would educate the new comrades in the army, tell them stories of battle, and assess the current state of the troops—a long-standing tradition.

Then Fang Yan and Director Liao went out together, accompanied by Secretary Zhou.

It is a very streamlined configuration.

The company's warehouse is located nearby, covering a total area of ​​500 acres.

Located adjacent to the Shenzhen River, it facilitates multimodal transport by water and land. It is only 3 kilometers away from the Luohu marshalling yard of the Guangzhou-Kowloon Railway, and the railway branch line can directly connect to the warehouse area.

As a core channel for supplying fresh goods from the mainland to Hong Kong, accounting for 70% of the freight volume, the surrounding area has already formed a primary logistics distribution center. When the government planned, it had already regarded it as a key local hub to rely on.

Construction has only been underway for a few months. Fang Yan had heard that the progress here was very fast, but he had never seen the specifics of the progress.

Fang Yan followed Director Liao and Secretary Zhou through the fields where the morning mist had not yet dissipated, and the sound of machinery could already be heard from the construction site in the distance.

The production team's loudspeaker broadcasted a notice in the local Cantonese language.

They arrived at the edge of the 500-acre warehouse area, where a rusty bulldozer was roaring.

The tracks left deep ruts in the mud, startling a flock of wild birds that were foraging in the dirt.

Fang Yan couldn't recognize what kind of breed it was.

At the construction site, a row of pointed-roof red brick houses has been completed. The slogan "Grasp revolution, promote production" on the wall has been half covered by lime water, revealing the mottled red characters underneath.

Faded red silk, left over from when construction started a few months ago, hung on the scaffolding, swaying slightly in the morning breeze.

The workers were already at work. They saw workers climbing bamboo ladders to paint the walls on the construction site, leaving specks of white paint on their blue overalls.

A hundred meters from the warehouse, a group of migrant workers were carrying gravel in baskets to lay the roadbed for the railway branch line.

The railway tracks have not yet been laid, but the sleepers are already neatly arranged, with the words "Guangzhou Railway Bureau" painted in red on each sleeper.

Speaking of which, Xiao Chengzhi's father was a high-ranking leader at Guangzhou Railway.

An old worker wearing a straw hat squatted on the ground, using a level to calibrate the height of the sleepers. Beads of sweat dripped from his forehead onto the yellow soil. He looked up and saw Fang Yan and his group, giving them a curious look.

"What are you doing?" he asked the dialect-speaking group.

Director Liao took the lead in responding in Cantonese:
"Comrade, we're from Beijing. We've come to check on the construction progress here."

Director Liao had also lived in Hong Kong, so he spoke quite fluently.

As soon as Director Liao finished speaking, the old man wearing a straw hat stood up abruptly, nearly dropping his hat onto the sleeper.

He patted the yellow dust off his trousers and grinned, speaking in Mandarin with a Cantonese accent:
"Oh dear, leaders from Beijing! I should have formed a whole team to welcome them!" He was about to raise his hand in salute when Director Liao stopped him.

These are normal salutes from former militia members.

Director Liao patted the veteran worker on the shoulder and said:

"Construction doesn't need to be ostentatious. Where is the person in charge of this railway section?"

"It is me, it is me!" the old craftsman said, rubbing his hands together.

Then he said:
“My name is Chen Mugen, and I’m in charge of laying the rails to the warehouse area. We’ve laid half of the sleepers, and now we’re just waiting for the Guangzhou Railway Bureau to deliver the rails.” He pointed to the pile of stones in the distance. “This place used to be a paddy field. Last month, we unearthed a Qing Dynasty earthenware pot, which we handed over to the cultural relics station!”

Director Liao asked with a smile:
"Is the progress keeping up?"

Chen Mugen said:
"Don't worry, leader! I'll lead twenty migrant workers, working until the moon rises over the mountains every day. Look at this track gauge, it absolutely meets the standards of the Guangzhou-Kowloon Railway. In the future, trains will drive directly to the warehouse door, and the medicinal herbs won't need to be unloaded even once!"

Then Director Liao started chatting with Chen Mugen.

Fang Yan also learned about the current progress of the work from the side.

Basically, the warehouse they requested has been completed, and the next step is to lay the railway.

However, seeing that there is still a lot of empty space here, Fang Yan felt that some other things should be built. Perhaps a production workshop could be built here so that products can be produced and supplied to the outside world directly.
Next, Director Liao and Fang Yan went to the warehouse to take a look. Fang Yan was satisfied with the quality of the warehouse, but it was a bit damp. Fang Yan felt that the moisture-proof process should be considered. It was not a difficult thing, but it could not be ignored.

After inspecting the dialect area first, the leaders from this area arrived.

As the number of people in the team gradually increased, they were accompanied by others when inspecting other places. With so many people, it became less convenient.

In other words, Fang Yan saw the real situation: construction sites in other places were all at a standstill, waiting for Director Liao to inspect them before making any decisions.

It was obvious that Director Liao was somewhat dissatisfied, but it was hard to say.

The inspection went smoothly overall. Instead of returning to the camp at noon, they ate at the construction site canteen, where the leaders were hosting them.

I don't know whose idea it was, but they even made large steamed buns specifically for northern China, which shows how much effort they put into it.

The following afternoon, Director Liao held another meeting with the local leadership team. Fang Yan listened in from the side. The meeting mainly discussed the investment projects. After the meeting, which ended around 3 or 4 p.m., he declined their request to stay for dinner.

Then Fang Yan and the others headed back to camp.

Upon arriving at the camp, Fang Yan heard another piece of news.

They will rest here tonight, and a helicopter from Guangzhou will pick them up tomorrow morning.

Dinner was, of course, eaten at the camp again, but Fang Yan received a new mission during dinner: after dinner, he would provide free medical consultations to some sick soldiers.

Due to the high intensity of training, irregular schedules, and environmental factors, soldiers in the military inevitably experience health problems during their daily lives.

Fang Yan, of course, felt obligated to accept this request.

He agreed immediately.

He figured they were all young people, so they probably all had minor illnesses.

When he set up his table in the cafeteria, he was shocked because it was completely different from what he had imagined.

A new recruit has rheumatoid arthritis, a cook has lumbar muscle strain, and the battalion commander has chronic gastroenteritis.

One political commissar even had facial and lower limb edema and had been diagnosed with chronic nephritis, but he still insisted on working.

He said that last year, his lower limbs were swollen, from the soles of his feet all the way to his lower abdomen, and the swelling was increasing day by day.

The military doctor at the clinic prescribed him a diuretic, which reduced the swelling, but the swelling would return after he stopped taking the medication. Before Fang Yan came, he had no intention of going to a major hospital for treatment and had been taking diuretics all along.

Fang Yan was truly shocked. He had not expected that the medical conditions for the border guards here were so vastly different from those of the troops in Beijing.

In Beijing, whether it's active duty soldiers or even veterans, anyone who is unwell will be promptly sent to the hospital for treatment.

Take, for example, the soldier I treated before. Even though the military hospital couldn't cure him, he stayed there for treatment. After Fang Yan cured him, whenever he encountered patients who didn't know how to treat them, even doctors from the local military hospital would bring them directly to Fang Yan for treatment. (See Chapter 746)
Fang Yan quickly examined him and found that his face was yellowish and puffy, his abdomen was distended and felt like a water-filled sac when pressed, and his lower limbs had pitting edema, which was difficult to bounce back after being pressed.

He himself said that his urine was clear and scant; his stool was loose and watery, once a day.

And now he feels heavy and weak.

According to the dialect, his tongue coating was thin, white, and greasy; his tongue body was pale red; and there were teeth marks on the edges.

The pulses in both hands are thin and weak.

This is a typical case of spleen yang deficiency, where the earth element fails to control water, leading to excessive dampness.

The treatment method is nothing special: warm the yang, strengthen the spleen, and promote diuresis and eliminate dampness.

Fang Yan immediately wrote out a prescription for him.

His illness couldn't be delayed, so he immediately went to a nearby town to find a hospital to get Chinese medicine, and started brewing the medicine when he got back.

After drinking it, he took another dose that night, and his urine output increased. The swelling in his lower limbs subsided that very night, which was more effective than taking diuretics.

Seeing their situation, Fang Yan realized that medical knowledge was lacking in some military units.

I also need to find a way to get them some manuals on the diagnosis and treatment of common diseases, so that they can also make their own diagnoses and treatments.

That evening, after the free clinic ended, Fang Yan told Director Liao about it.

Director Liao strongly approves of the use of dialects.

He said that once it was finished, he would be responsible for printing and promoting it.

The veterans' goodwill towards him increased significantly after hearing Fang Yan's actions.

That night, Fang Yan also found the military doctor at the local health station and asked him about common diseases in the army. After collecting the information, Fang Yan wrote down a set of diagnoses and prescriptions for these diseases and left them in the military camp.

It was past 3 a.m. when I finished.

Fang Yan slowly returned to the dormitory that had been arranged for him and fell asleep immediately.

When I woke up again, I heard the sound of a helicopter, "Kukuku".

It was already daylight outside, and the helicopter that would take them to Guangzhou had arrived.

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

There will be an extra chapter later.

(End of this chapter)