Rebirth 1977 Great Era

Chapter 1071 Comparing Dialects and Li Zhengji: The Regular Army's Grounds (Bonus Chapter for Monthly Tickets)

The reputation of dialects is now quite high.

Not only is he famous for curing and saving lives, but he also holds the title of last year's top scorer in the national college entrance examination.

With these two layers of charisma combined, everyone was filled with curiosity about this young man.

After taking a closer look, I found that this young man did indeed have an extraordinary air about him. He didn't seem flustered at all in this situation, and he was very organized and clear-headed throughout the treatment process. He also did everything perfectly.

You can tell just from his medical case.

This kid's thinking in all aspects is quite sophisticated.

Compared to Li Zhengji standing to the side, he was clearly more satisfactory to everyone.

However, on the other hand, this young man has treated far more patients than Li Zhengji standing next to him.

After Li Zhengji finished speaking, although it seemed there was nothing wrong with it, the fact that Fang Yan did a better job made Li Zhengji's approach seem less skillful.

They were both fellow disciples, and both had studied under other masters in other places. Their starting points were not low, and Li Zhengji even had more masters and resources than Fang Yan.

But now it's obvious that Li Zhengji has fallen far behind Fang Yan.

People are afraid of being compared to others; it's said that happiness comes from comparison.

Li Zhengji and his group had met him many times before.

Compared to Xiao Li, who seemed quite outstanding before, it's clear now that there's still a lot of room for improvement.

"How are things? Can we start the doctor's visit now?" Zhou Jianren asked them from the side.

They were about to be examined, but as soon as these people came out, they stood there waiting for their turn to be checked.

It was such a waste of time. He could let his friends see it first, but he was still somewhat dissatisfied that the medical team had to take up so much of his time.

If these people had arrived earlier or later, he wouldn't have been so annoyed. But they had to come right when he was about to talk about his condition, interrupting him at the crucial moment, which was incredibly frustrating.

The medical team members only realized what the old man meant after hearing his words, and Jiao Shude quickly said:
“Mr. Zhou, this place isn’t very good right now. We’ve already arranged a designated spot. There are other people waiting there. Let’s go together.”

Wu Weiran, who was standing to the side, also said:

"Exactly, seeing a doctor in the lobby doesn't reflect well on their restaurant, since they have other guests here too."

Hearing them say that, Zhou Jianren asked:

"If we go to a larger area and there are other people there, won't we have to queue up again?"

"With just a few of you, how long will it take?"

"I think you guys should hurry over there. We old folks will just stay here and have those two young men take a look, then it'll be fine."

He was implying something: none of us were planning to see you, so please don't try to arrange our medical care here.

Jiao Shude and Wu Weiran understood what Zhou Jianren said, and they were both amused and exasperated.

Jiao Shude quickly explained:
“The work location over there is better arranged, and it’s not just a few of us, but also other medical staff. We can even get the medicines we need to prepare to be ready as quickly as possible.”

"And you don't need to queue. If you want to see a doctor here today, you can just go to Fang Yan and Li Zhengji."

"That's right, our medical team is here to meet everyone's needs. As long as you need it, we will do our best to do it," Wu Weiran assured everyone.

Hearing them say that, Zhou Jianren nodded and said:

"I think that's fine. It's just moving it to a different position, everything else can remain the same."

Although the old man was a little angry just now, he calmed down after he explained things clearly.

After all, it's not really appropriate for a group of people to see a doctor in someone else's lobby.

Then everyone stood up, and Jiao Shude extended an invitation to them:
"Everyone, come with me this way. We don't need to go upstairs; it's in the side building's conference room."

Passing through the corridor to the right of the lobby leads to the side building. Slogans like "Marching Towards Science" and "Unite to Revitalize China" are displayed on the corridor walls, their red lettering in black standing out against the white background. The side building's conference hall, originally intended for small meetings, has been temporarily converted into a medical station.

In the room, which was about 200 square meters, a long wooden conference table had been moved to the sides, leaving a passageway in the middle. As soon as Fang Yan entered, he saw a green metal box piled up in the corner, with the lid open, revealing instruments such as a blood pressure monitor and a stethoscope.

Several square tables were covered with white tablecloths, on which were placed items such as alcohol swabs, tweezers, and medical records.

A tin kettle sat on the coal stove in the corner, steam rising from its spout, next to a stack of rough porcelain bowls.

Medical staff in white coats moved back and forth, the red characters "Central Medical and Health Care Group" on their chests swaying slightly as they walked.

This health care group includes not only traditional Chinese medicine practitioners but also Western medicine practitioners.

Jiao Shude is the leader of the Traditional Chinese Medicine group, and the Western Medicine group also has its own leader, who is already busy here.

When Jiao Shude came in with a group of people, the people with stethoscopes waved and greeted them, and it seemed like there was still a harmonious atmosphere.

There were already some people seeing doctors here. Fang Yan didn't recognize them, but Old Ye and the others clearly knew them and were greeting each other. Fang Yan then realized that some of these people were from the opera and folk art circles.

After they greeted him, Master Jiao Shude quickly took the opportunity to explain the precautions for the day to them.

The general idea is to use classical prescriptions as much as possible when writing prescriptions, and to keep a record of the medical records after each prescription.

The prescription must be reviewed and signed by him, because they are not part of the medical team, so the procedure must be followed. In addition, some of the older men may have strange tempers, so we must avoid conflicts with them, just as our homeroom teacher, Lao Liu, advised: be careful with your words and actions.

Then Jiao Shude led them to a spot near the window, where several simple screens had been set up, separated by blue and white checkered cotton cloth.

"This is your consultation room. I'll find two nurses to assist you later. If you need any help, just ask them. Also, please have them bring the prescriptions you need to review to me."

"Understood!" Fang Yan and Li Zhengji replied in unison.

The two of them then sat down in two nearby seats.

While the old men were still greeting each other, Fang Yan and Li Zhengji quickly tidied up the tools on site: pulse pillow, fountain pen, medical record book, carbon paper, prescription sheets, and a new tea mug.

Then the nurses were also assigned here. They were all very young nurses. Fang Yan was curious about where they were transferred from, and when she asked, she found out that they were originally from the Central Medical Care Group and were regular soldiers from the Imperial Hospital.

Of course, after the nurses learned that they were Jiao Shude's apprentices, their eyes cleared up considerably. In particular, the nurse next to Fang Yan became much more talkative upon hearing that he was the famous Fang Yan.

She kept asking all sorts of "legends and stories" about the dialect; if you didn't know better, you'd think she was a fangirl. She actually knew quite a lot of stories about the dialect.

Just then, Old Zhou finally finished greeting everyone over there. While the others were still talking, he walked over alone and apologized to Fang Yan:
"Dr. Fang, I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry, this old man couldn't help but say a few more words to an old friend!"

Fang Yan smiled and said:
"It's okay."

Then he gestured for him to sit in the chair in front of him and said:

"Tell me where you feel unwell."

After Zhou Jianren sat down, he said to Fang Yan:

"It's not really a big problem for me, it's just something that everyone experiences, like people having trouble sleeping as they get older, and I can only sleep for about three hours a day."

Fang Yan was taken aback and said:

"Slept for more than three hours? There must be other symptoms, right?"

The old man nodded and said:
"Yes, yes, when I don't get enough sleep, my head aches all day, I forget things easily, and I also feel a little anxious and have palpitations. In addition, in the summer, I sweat a lot, and when I sweat, I feel like I have to hold my breath."

“In the past few days, I’ve noticed that my stools are loose, what you Chinese medicine call loose stools. And when I woke up this morning, I found out that I had caught a cold. You know, it’s already the end of May, and I still have a cold. That’s ridiculous. I coughed for a while and only felt better after I coughed up the phlegm in my throat.”

"Right now, my throat feels a bit uncomfortable again."

After he finished speaking, he coughed twice, but nothing came out.

Fang Yan seemed to be deep in thought, and said to him:
"Stick out your tongue so I can see it."

PS: I got another 100 monthly votes, so after finishing this chapter, I still owe everyone 29000 words.

There will be more this afternoon.

(End of this chapter)