Rebirth 1977 Great Era

Chapter 1050 Treatment of Director Liao on the Plane Back to Beijing (Bonus Chapter for Monthly Tickets: 3K Chapters)

"Never mind him, let's eat our food," Director Liao said to Fang Yan, while handing the handbook to him.

"If you won't give me the person, at least let me take a closer look at the manual," Comrade Yang said to Director Liao.

Director Liao then handed him the manual, saying:
"This still needs to be reviewed by the Ministry of Health and the General Logistics Department of the armed forces. Once it's printed, it will be distributed naturally."

Comrade Yang nodded and said:
"This book seems to be about tropical field and mountain warfare."

Director Liao waved his hand and said:

"Hey, there's no such thing as targeting any particular place. He only had one day, so it's already quite an achievement that he was able to get it done."

Fang Yan nodded and said at this point:

"These are all experiences that the professors have accumulated in the local area."

Comrade Lao Yang nodded thoughtfully, and then Fang Yan started eating again.

After finishing the meal, Comrade Lao Yang handed the handbook to Fang Yan and said to him:
"The contents of this manual are indeed good, and many things are very useful. I think that once the manual is published, I should have professors from Guangzhou University of Chinese Medicine run a class so that medical staff in the military and officers at the company level can learn it. That way, we can get them to learn the contents as quickly as possible."

Fang Yan was somewhat surprised to hear that Comrade Lao Yang was so concerned; it seems that this big shot is quite perceptive.

Fang Yan nodded and said to Comrade Lao Yang:

"Your idea is great, you can give it a try."

Then Comrade Yang smiled and said in dialect:

"Alright, let's stop praising each other. If you want to work in the South after graduation, just let me know anytime."

Director Liao, who had just been all smiles, immediately objected when he heard Comrade Yang trying to poach employees again:
"It's not over, is it?"

Comrade Lao Yang quickly chuckled and then said to Director Liao:
"Why can't you understand a joke?"

I'm speechless about dialects.

……

After finishing our meal, it was almost six o'clock. We had half an hour left before setting off and flying directly to the capital.

Fang Yan went back upstairs, washed up a bit, and realized there wasn't much to pack.

However, this place is different from when I left last time; this time there are gifts prepared by people from Guangzhou in the room.

It's still some souvenirs, the same kind of gifts given when I left Shanghai.

Without even looking at the dialect, he placed it directly on top of the two suitcases given to him by the Huo family.

Thankfully, we're going back by private plane today, otherwise all this stuff would have been really tough.

When the time came, Secretary Zhou came over to tell everyone to come downstairs.

A Hongqi car was already prepared downstairs. Everyone said goodbye to Comrade Yang at the door, then got into the car and headed towards Baiyun Airport.

As the Hongqi car drove out of the guesthouse, the setting sun was gilding the outline of Yuexiu Mountain with a golden-red hue.

Fang Yan rolled down the car window, and the May evening breeze, carrying the scent of kapok flowers and the aroma of various dinners, poured in. From behind the sliding doors of the arcade buildings along the street, came the soft, melodious sounds of Cantonese opera tunes.

Then the car drove into the fields leading to the airport, and the sound of the engine startled several egrets, which fluttered and flew towards the sky dyed red by the sunset.

Smoke rose from the distant village, first pale blue, then gradually turning milky white, swirling among the hills that resembled the backs of water buffaloes.

Fang Yan saw several children gathered around an iron pot under the old banyan tree at the village entrance, with kapok flowers drying in a bamboo basket next to it, which looked like a burning flame in the setting sun.

In the ditch, several older boys were catching fish with their bare bottoms exposed. The setting sun cast long shadows of them onto the shimmering water.

It took about half an hour to reach Baiyun Airport. On the tarmac surrounded by barbed wire, several silver-gray planes gleamed coldly in the twilight.

As soon as the Hongqi car came to a stop, ground staff in dark blue uniforms came to greet it.

"Sir, the special plane is at helipad number 3." The leading officer pointed to a plane with a red five-pointed star painted on its tail in the distance.

Fang Yan recognized it as the same Trident airliner that had taken them to Hong Kong, its gleaming fuselage reflecting the orange-red glow of the sunset.

Then the ground staff started helping Fang Yan and the others carry their packages upstairs.

The captain also reminded them to pay attention to the placement and securing of the cargo, as there was quite a lot of it, and their private planes had never carried so much "goods" before.

Next, everyone boarded the plane. Fortunately, it was their usual seats. Everyone found their own place to sit down and, as usual, took out the newspaper to see what had happened on the mainland during their stay in Hong Kong.

At this point, the cabin door was closed, and pre-flight checks began.

After a while, the conversation between the captain and the control tower came through the cockpit, with Cantonese and Mandarin alternating over the loudspeaker: "Guangzhou Tower, Trident 2568 requests taxiing." "2568 may taxi, wind direction southeast, wind speed 5 m/s." Through the porthole, one could see ground crew guiding the aircraft with flashlights, the beams of light drawing silver arcs on the runway.

The roar of the engine suddenly made the portholes tremble.

As the plane accelerated on the concrete runway, Fang Yan saw the first electric lights come on in the distant village, like scattered stars.

The moment the plane lifted off, Fang Yan felt a slight pressure. Then, the plane gradually climbed higher. When Fang Yan looked out the window again, the outline of Baiyun Mountain was being swallowed by the last rays of the sunset. The city of Guangzhou below the wings gradually became a sea of ​​lights. The eaves of the arcade buildings, the shimmering waves of the Pearl River, and the rice paddies along Airport Road all turned into flowing points of light, which were left behind by the plane into the deepening night. After the plane climbed to cruising altitude, the flight attendants pushed an aluminum food cart over. Each white porcelain plate contained two pieces of peach shortbread, a small bag of assorted candies, and a slice of braised beef wrapped in wax paper.

At that moment, the captain's voice came over the loudspeaker: "Gentlemen, we are scheduled to arrive at the Capital Airport in 3 hours and 40 minutes. The ground temperature is 22 degrees Celsius..."

Just as Fang Yan was about to look at the newspaper, Director Liao said to him:

"Fang Yan, can you take a look at me? My head hurts."

"Did it just start hurting?" Fang Yan asked quickly.

Director Liao shook his head:

"No, I just felt unwell when I woke up today."

Fang Yan breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that he had suffered a relapse of some kind of high-altitude illness.

Fang Yan then took Director Liao's pulse and confirmed that he was not seriously ill, just lacking sleep.

Then Fang Yan took out the sea dragon needle.

He gestured for Director Liao to lean back in his chair, then unbuttoned the top button at the back of his neck, revealing skin with some age spots.

“Director Liao, you’ve been overworking yourself and the wind has invaded your meridians.” Fang Yan wiped the acupoints with an alcohol swab and pressed his fingertip on the point one inch directly above the center of Director Liao’s hairline. “This is the Fengfu acupoint, which connects to the Du meridian and can dispel wind from the head.”

The sea dragon needle moved with the agility of a fish between Fang Yan's fingers. The needle tip trembled slightly as it pierced the skin. Just as Director Liao felt a slight tingling sensation, the needle had already stood firmly upright.

That is, it's a dialect. If other people were to take out a needle and strike, Secretary Zhou would immediately jump up.

“Add another acupoint, ‘Tianzhu’,” Fang Yan said, sliding his finger 1.3 inches to the side of the hairline at the back of his head, where he could feel a muscle bulge. “You see, the tendons here are all hardened.” The second needle was inserted diagonally toward the tip of the nose, bringing a slight “deqi” sensation as it entered. Director Liao’s neck suddenly relaxed, as if a heavy burden had been lifted.

Then he pointed to one side of his head.

"Does your head hurt badly?" Fang Yan then found the "Shuaigu" acupoint behind Director Liao's temple and inserted a needle on each side.

"When the Qi of the Shaoyang meridian is blocked, the Shaoyang meridian governs the half-exterior and half-interior, and is most easily affected by emotions." As he spoke, he performed acupuncture, gently twisting with his thumb and forefinger. Director Liao felt as if a warm current was surging up along the meridian.

Finally, Fang Yan inserted the fourth needle into the Hegu acupoint on the back of Director Liao's hand, with the needle tip pointing towards the base of the index finger:
"Your symptoms indicate a deficiency in your face and mouth, and you need to address the head and neck area. However, this is a deficiency pattern, and you need to treat it with tonification."

He lightly flicked the needle tip with his fingertip, causing it to vibrate slightly. Director Liao suddenly felt the stiffness and pain in the back of his neck recede like a tide, and the dizziness in his head also dissipated.

"Leave the needle in for ten minutes," Fang Yan said, glancing at his watch and telling Director Liao not to move yet.

Director Liao closed his eyes and leaned back in his chair. He could feel the silver needles burning slightly under his skin, and the muscles in the back of his neck gradually relaxed.

Fang Yan looked out of the cabin.

At this moment, the clouds were tinged silver-gray by the moonlight, resembling a silver sea.

Then Fang Yan opened the newspaper and started looking for the content he wanted to read.

After watching for a while, when the time was up, Fang Yan removed the needle from Director Liao's arm. After removing it, Director Liao gave Fang Yan a thumbs up.
"It's a good thing I didn't agree to Lao Yang's request. Only you can cure my illness. If he takes you away, who will I go to for treatment?"

Fang Yan was both amused and exasperated upon hearing this; Director Liao still remembered this incident.

This is treating Comrade Yang like a thief.

"Don't worry, I'm not going anywhere," Fang Yan immediately told Director Liao.

Director Liao nodded in satisfaction after hearing this.

Then Director Liao said to Fang Yan and Secretary Zhou:

"My head doesn't hurt, but I'm a little sleepy. I'll take a nap first, and wake me up when we're over the capital."

The two nodded in agreement.

The plane continued forward, and at 10:50 p.m., it finally arrived over Beijing.

The captain announced to everyone that they were now beginning the descent.

Director Liao didn't need to be called in dialect anymore; he woke up immediately.

He felt refreshed after a good night's sleep.

As the plane flew through layers of clouds, Fang Yan looked out the window and saw a river of lights suddenly burst open below.

That was the outline of Beijing. The lights of Tiananmen Square were like a silver medal, adorning the center of the dark blue night sky. The lights of Chang'an Avenue were like a straight golden ribbon, stretching from Dongjiaomin Lane to the foot of Yuquan Mountain.

Fang Yan has good eyesight and tried to find the Peking Union Medical College Hospital building. Surprisingly... he actually saw it.

He even saw the lights on in his own courtyard house; they were still awake, probably waiting for him to come back.

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