Rebirth 1977 Great Era

Chapter 1048 Visiting Guangzhou University of Traditional Chinese Medicine: The Most Top-Tier and Luxurious Lineup in Lingnan (Bonus Chapter for Monthly Tickets: 42K Chapters)

The First Affiliated Hospital of Guangzhou University of Chinese Medicine, where Fang Yan and his friends live, is located at No. 16 Airport Road, adjacent to the Sanyuanli Campus of Guangzhou University of Chinese Medicine.

The Sanyuanli Campus is located at No. 12 Airport Road, Baiyun District.

The walking distance from the hospital to the Sanyuanli campus is less than 1 kilometer, and it takes about 10-15 minutes to walk there. Fang Yan and his friends drove there and arrived in no time.

At the door, the driver asked Fang Yan:

"Director Fang, should we drive straight in to find the person, or park at the entrance?"

He said in dialect:

"Stop at the entrance, I'll go ask around."

This driver was clearly more adept at handling things; he immediately parked the car, opened the door, and said:

"Let me come with you, so I can help you carry your things."

Fang Yan nodded and said thank you. Then the driver picked up the gift Fang Yan was carrying and ran ahead of him. He went to the guardhouse, took out his ID, and said in Cantonese:
"Hello comrade, we're looking for Professor Deng Tietao. The man behind me is Director Fang from the Beijing Academy of Traditional Chinese Medicine. He's known Professor Deng for a long time!"
The other party glanced at the driver's work permit and the Hongqi car parked outside, then quickly came out of the guard post, holding a registration book in his hand.

He looked the person up and down, feeling that the person was far too young.

Fang Yan knew exactly what the other person wanted to do, and immediately took out his work ID, the stamp on which clearly proved his identity.

After seeing it, the other person immediately said to Fang Yan:

"So it was experts from the central government conducting research... Professor Deng should be teaching a class right now."

He then pointed towards the school:
"It's in that building."

"No need to register?" Fang Yan asked.

"No need, no need," the other person shook their head repeatedly.

Fang Yan then led the driver into the school and headed towards the building the gatekeeper had pointed out.

Stepping into the school gate, the asphalt road still bears the marks of water from the morning sprinkler truck, and the rising heat carries the scent of artemisia from the herb garden.

The bulletin board in front of the teaching building had just been painted with lime, and the edges of the old slogan "Criticize X, Criticize X" were faintly visible under the new paint. At the very top was a mimeographed notice for the "Symposium on the Modernization of Traditional Chinese Medicine."

From the herb garden on the left came the sound of hoes digging in the ground. Behind the bamboo fence, a dozen students wearing patched blue shirts were squatting between the furrows, bundling the newly picked roots and stems of the five-finger peach.

The fact that the school has medicinal herb cultivation makes it completely different from traditional Chinese medicine universities in Beijing.

In places like the South, you can leave anything lying around on the roadside and it will survive, while in the North it's the opposite.

Fang Yan and the driver arrived at the teaching building. Classes had already begun, and from the first classroom came the voice of an old professor in Cantonese: "There is no shortcut to treating damp-heat disease! If you don't memorize 'Treatise on Febrile Diseases,' you'll cause people to die when you're prescribing medicine!"

The professors here are lecturing in Cantonese; I thought they would speak Mandarin.

After passing this classroom, Fang Yan heard a middle-aged teacher giving a lecture in Mandarin at the door of another classroom.

It seems to be related to the professor's age, Fang Yan thought to himself as he walked toward other classrooms.

After searching two floors and climbing to the third floor, I heard that familiar, powerful voice with a strong Cantonese accent right at the bottom of the stairs. The voice came from the lecture hall at the end of the corridor, carrying an undeniable certainty.

Fang Yan walked over quietly. The back door of the classroom was open, and it was crowded with simply dressed young students.

On the podium stood a man dressed in a slightly worn white shirt and shorts; it was Professor Deng Tietang.

He wasn't wearing glasses, his sharp gaze sweeping across the audience, one hand resting on the thread-bound book spread out on the podium.

"...Therefore, the saying 'When righteous energy is stored within, evil cannot invade' is not just empty talk! Our 'qi' is like a country's defense force," Professor Deng explained in Cantonese with a rhythmic cadence, his arm waving powerfully in the air as if he were commanding troops. "When an external febrile disease attacks, it depends on whether your troops (Wei Qi, Ying Qi, and Xue) still have provisions (body fluids) and enough strength to fight!"

He turned around and quickly wrote a line of strong chalk characters on the blackboard:
"Support the body's vital energy and eliminate pathogens, and protect the body fluids."

Chalk dust fell in a flurry, and as he turned his head, he suddenly saw Fang Yan at the doorway.

He was clearly taken aback for a moment.

Fang Yan waved to him.

Deng Tietao then came to his senses and nodded, gesturing for him to sit down.

Fang Yan led the driver into the classroom.

Almost simultaneously, forty pairs of eyes in the classroom turned to look at them.

“Take a look at what Ye Tianshi said,” Professor Deng said, picking up the thread-bound book and pointing to a passage.

Now everyone went back to their books.

Then everyone noticed that Deng Tietao suddenly switched to Mandarin.

"When pathogenic heat invades the body, it first attacks the lungs and then spreads to the pericardium." This pathogenic heat is fierce and unpredictable; it strikes suddenly and deliberately targets the weakest points in the body's defenses! As doctors, we must be like commanders on the battlefield, anticipating its attack route! Before the Wei level syndrome is resolved, we must prepare for the Ying and Xue levels syndromes. We cannot wait until the pathogenic heat invades the pericardium and the patient becomes unconscious—that would be a much bigger problem!"

He paused, his gaze sweeping over Fang Yan at the back of the classroom, his tone growing heavier: "In ancient texts, some people used medicines that were too cold in nature, focusing solely on 'clearing heat and detoxifying,' completely disregarding whether the patient had sufficient body fluids. This is like killing a thousand enemies while losing eight hundred of your own! Although you may have temporarily cleared the heat toxins, the patient is too weak to stand up, so how can they fight against the pathogens? We must never repeat the mistakes of the past."

He picked up the enamel teacup on the podium, took a sip of water, and seeing a student taking notes, added, "Remember this: When treating febrile diseases, you must not only recognize the symptoms and understand the nature and transmission patterns of the pathogenic factors, but also pay attention to the patient himself and understand the strength of his vital energy and the state of his body fluids. Both aspects must be taken seriously!"

He put down his cup, raised his voice, and said with a hint of caution, "Especially when using extremely cold herbs like gypsum, anemarrhena, coptis, and scutellaria, you must pay attention to the compatibility of the herbs! Just like eating crab requires perilla leaves, ginger slices, and balsamic vinegar, you need to use sweet and neutral herbs that nourish qi and yin to balance it, such as japonica rice, licorice, reed rhizome, trichosanthes root, and codonopsis, etc., so that the medicinal properties can be exerted just right and will not damage the spleen and stomach. This is the essence of 'protecting stomach qi and preserving body fluids'!"

Fang Yan listened attentively to Deng Tietao's lecture. Actually, the content of this lesson wasn't particularly difficult for him; it was a typical course for a second-year university student. Besides, he was already teaching about justice and Anton.

As get out of class was about to end, Deng Tietao changed the subject, his words carrying the earnest expectations of the times: "Students, the treasure trove of medicine in our motherland is vast and profound! Now that the country is in dire need of reconstruction, the spring for the development of traditional Chinese medicine has arrived. You must not be complacent after learning just a little bit; you must calm down and delve into the classic works, learning from the experience of the ancients but not being bound by ancient methods. You must think about how to explain to modern people how our ancestors recognized diseases and how they used medicine to treat them! The responsibility on our shoulders is extremely heavy!"

The classroom fell silent, then someone took the lead in responding:

"Professor Deng, we've got it! We'll definitely study hard!"

Immediately afterwards, a chorus of responses rang out in the classroom: "We promise not to let you down!" "Let's carry forward and promote traditional Chinese medicine!"

The students' voices carried the unique vigor and determination of youth; many clenched their fists, their eyes filled with longing and resolve to carry on the traditions of traditional Chinese medicine. A boy sitting in the front row suddenly stood up and shouted:

"Professor Deng, we will definitely settle down and thoroughly understand the knowledge of our ancestors, so that traditional Chinese medicine can be even more powerful in our hands!" As soon as he finished speaking, the classroom erupted in enthusiastic applause, which was thunderous.

Fang Yan scratched his head, saying that such a scene never happened in their class, which shows that the style of education in different regions is indeed different.

Just then, Deng Tietao raised his hand towards the back row of the classroom and solemnly introduced in a mix of Cantonese and Mandarin: "Students, please pay attention to the back row—this is Director Fang from the Beijing Academy of Traditional Chinese Medicine!"

He then switched to Mandarin:

"Director Fang has come here today specifically to exchange ideas. I've already shared his medical cases with you all before, so you should all be quite familiar with him. Let's give him a round of applause!"

Fang Yan was surprised that he would introduce himself, so he quickly stood up and said to everyone:

"Hello everyone!"

Everyone's attention immediately focused on Fang Yan.

Deng Tietao continued in Mandarin, "Although Director Fang is young, he is already a backbone of the Huaxia Academy of Traditional Chinese Medicine. He has done a lot for the country and is a role model for everyone to learn from!" After saying that, he took the lead in clapping, and the lecture hall was filled with even more enthusiastic applause than before. The boys in the front row who stood up were so excited that their palms turned red from clapping.

"Wow, you're Fang Yan!"

"You cured that lung disease that Western medicine couldn't cure..."

With everyone talking at once, Fang Yan was a little overwhelmed.

Fang Yan was able to get away only after Deng Tietao came over.

Just then, the bell rang, and Fang Yan quickly said goodbye to everyone and left the classroom with Deng Tietao.

"Did you just come back from Hong Kong?" Deng Tietao asked him as he walked toward the office, speaking in a dialect.

He said in dialect:

"I arrived in Shenzhen yesterday, stayed for a day, and came back directly by helicopter this morning."

"I'm flying to Beijing tonight, so I thought I'd come see you while I have some time. I also want to talk to you about something. See if you're interested?"

"Hmm? What's the matter?" Deng Tietao asked curiously.

Fang Yan then recounted what he had seen at the border to Deng Tietao.

The other party was somewhat surprised to hear this, but he still agreed with Fang Yan's idea.

"Sure, I can give you information on common diseases in the South right away, as well as our local TCM treatment methods."

Fang Yan said to Deng Tietao:
"I need something quick and convenient, something that can even be used to treat these sanitation issues on the battlefield."

Deng Tietao was taken aback, then revealed a thoughtful expression.

However, he still nodded and said:
"Okay, let's go to the office. I'll find a few professors to discuss this with."

Upon hearing the dialect, they immediately cheered.

As soon as he entered the office, many professors greeted Deng Tietao.

No one really paid attention to the dialect, since he looked so young, like a student (which he actually was).
Then Deng Tietao addressed the crowd:

"Everyone, please stop for a moment. Let me introduce you. This is Director Fang Yan from the Beijing Huaxia Academy of Traditional Chinese Medicine, whom I mentioned before."

The entire office fell silent.

Then everyone turned their gaze toward Fang Yan, and some, unsure of what was going on, looked toward the driver who had come with them.

After all, dialects are too young.

Deng Tietao cleared his throat, glanced at the stunned professors in the office, and continued solemnly, "Director Fang came this time for the military's TCM manual... He discovered during his border medical outreach that the grassroots soldiers have a very urgent need for prevention and treatment of common southern diseases, especially given the special environment they may face in the future."

"Director Fang wants to create a 'battlefield quick reference manual' that can enable medics to diagnose illnesses in three minutes, prescribe medicines in five minutes, and even use common herbs for emergencies. I think this should be combined with the practical experience of Lingnan medicine, such as the prevention and treatment of damp-heat diseases, the treatment of snake and insect bites, and the regulation of miasma."

After he finished speaking, the professor who was standing closest to him said:

"This is something that should be done! Last year when I went to Hainan to support the border region, many soldiers in the army had 'rotten feet,' but they didn't know how to use five-finger peach with Smilax glabra to remove dampness!"

Upon hearing this, another professor joined in, holding a bundle of dried rose hips in his hand:
"And there's also treatment for external injuries! Our Lingnan medicines, Bogu Dan and Paris polyphylla, when crushed and applied to wounds, are more effective than Western medicine gauze. I was a soldier; they have to simplify the usage there. There's no time for slow preparation on the battlefield..."

I didn't expect everyone to be so enthusiastic about the dialect.

He took the opportunity to unfold the blank outline he had brought, on which the outline was already drawn up in pen:
"Ladies and gentlemen, I would like to divide this into three parts: First, 'diagnosing the patient based on symptoms,' using charts to mark typical signs of symptoms such as fever, edema, and joint pain; second, 'using local materials,' classifying common southern herbs according to their effects and clearly marking their identification characteristics in the wild; and third, 'prescribing according to symptoms,' providing two to three modified prescriptions for each symptom, taking into account both the accessibility of medicinal materials and the ease of preparation."

Deng Tietao picked up a red pen and heavily circled the entry for "damp-heat disease":

"I think the key is to 'distinguish between the primary and secondary aspects of dampness and heat.' In the south, the weather is hot and humid, and sometimes the symptoms appear to be heat-related, but the root cause is spleen deficiency and dampness. Using the wrong medicine can make things worse. We need to clearly explain the differentiation points!"

After he finished speaking, the other professors dragged their chairs over. Deng Tietao said to Fang Yan:

"Let me introduce you first..."

"This is Professor Huang Yaoshen, the director of the Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine Surgery... This is Professor Liu Shichang, who studies febrile diseases and is currently leading the national research project 'The Pattern of Treatment of Damp-Heat Diseases in Lingnan'... This is Elder Liang Naijin, a leading expert in spleen and stomach diseases... This is Professor Situ Ling, a renowned acupuncturist who uses 'Midnight-Noon Flow' combined with penetrating needling... This is Jin Rui, a newly appointed acupuncture lecturer who collects original cases in rural Panyu; everyone calls him 'Jin the Three Needles'... This is Elder Zhao Sijing, a living encyclopedia of Lingnan herbal medicine; he's indispensable for today's event..."

Fang Yan felt a chill run down his spine as he heard the names of powerful figures he had only ever read about in books in his previous life come out of Deng Tietao's mouth. He had only wanted to ask Old Deng to fill in his name, but he had ended up bringing over the top team of traditional Chinese medicine practitioners from Lingnan...

This lineup is just... a bit too luxurious!

PS: After finishing this chapter, I still owe everyone 51000 words.

That's all for today, please come early tomorrow.

Lao Feng is working hard to write tomorrow's code.

(End of this chapter)