Rebirth 1977 Great Era

Chapter 1125 Musk Not Enough, Always Lying Down (Bonus Chapter for Monthly Tickets)

With so much musk available, Fang Yan needs to use it as soon as possible.

The main issue is that this thing isn't meant to be preserved indefinitely.

Natural musk like the one in the bottle mainly consists of muscone, protein, amino acids, and other components. Its shelf life depends primarily on whether it is sealed, protected from moisture and light. Improper storage can lead to clumping, mold, and off-odors. If it has already deteriorated, it can no longer be used in medicine.

Generally speaking, the active ingredients in natural musk can be preserved relatively stably for 5-10 years or even longer. Because the volatile components in it will slowly oxidize, "aged musk," that is, musk preserved for more than 3 years, will have a milder medicinal effect, less irritation, and be more suitable for certain diseases.

According to the patient, she had someone collect it last year, meaning it's been there for at least a year.

We don't know how long it's been in other people's hands, so we should use the dialect as soon as possible.

Of course, the fastest way is to directly sell it to a factory or hospital, where consumption would be much faster.

However, after thinking about it, Fang Yan decided that it would be better to make some of the secret medicine by hand himself.

With so many secret recipes, such a large quantity of musk, and other medicines stockpiled at home, we can use them to make some secret medicines to try them out.

You can send some life-saving and emergency supplies to your backers.

For example, mentors, Director Liao, leaders from the Ministry of Health, a group of senior professors from research institutes and schools, and two former presidents of Peking Union Medical College Hospital and Dongzhimen Hospital. Some family members can also stay.

This is still local.

Then we can also send some to the senior professors at Guangzhou University of Chinese Medicine, as well as to Mr. Tang, Mr. and Mrs. Huo, Mr. and Mrs. Zhou, and Mr. Li Chunfang in Hong Kong...

Goodness, there are quite a few people involved. It's hard to say whether they can produce that much musk.

Fang Yan quickly planned out the uses of the musk in her mind. She was worried that she wouldn't be able to use it all before, but now she was worried that she wouldn't have enough.

"Dr. Fang... do you sell this musk?" Lin Suxin's voice rang out behind Fang Yan at this moment.

Fang Yan snapped out of his daze, looked at her, and said:
"I'm sorry, but I did intend to use this myself."

Lin Suxin said somewhat awkwardly:

"Oh, it's nothing, I was just asking."

As a traditional Chinese medicine practitioner, she could tell that the quality of this musk was indeed top-notch. Originally, many things in Malaysia had to be bought from other places. If they could get their hands on so much top-quality musk, it would solve the store's musk consumption for a long time.

She initially thought that Fang Yan's words to the patient were just polite formalities, but it turned out he genuinely intended to use them himself. However, there are indeed a lot of people in China; she had just seen the corridor outside, and the line of people waiting to see a doctor was incredibly long.

The demand for medicinal herbs there should be even greater than in Malaysia.

Fang Yan said to Chen Wenwei beside him:
"Alright, there's one last patient. Call him in."

Upon hearing this, Chen Wenwei immediately went to the door and called in the last patient of the day.

This time, a large family came in as well. The one who led the way in greeting Fang Yan was a man named Zhang Zhongxiao whom she had met at the banquet. He was fine when she last met him, but this time he was sitting in a wheelchair.

Fang Yan was stunned for several seconds after seeing the other person.

"How come you're in a wheelchair now, after just one day?"

Zhang Zhongxiao smiled at Fang Yan:

"Haha, that's exactly what I'm like, which is why I came back to China to see you for treatment."

Fang Yan became curious and asked him to confirm:

"Are you the patient?"

“That’s right!” Zhang Zhongxiao nodded. His family pushed the wheelchair to Fang Yan, and Zhang Zhongxiao said to Fang Yan:

"I've had this problem for twenty years. I experience paralysis intermittently, but it resolves itself within a few days or hours without any treatment."

"I've had recurring flare-ups for twenty years, so I always carry a wheelchair with me."

Upon hearing this, Jin Wubing, who was standing to the side, asked in surprise:

"There's such a strange disease?"

Zhang Zhongxiao glanced at Jin Wubing, who seemed to have a good attitude, and said:
"Actually, apart from having some impact on my life, it doesn't affect my thinking, speaking, eating, or anything else. It's just that I get paralyzed from time to time, and then inexplicably get better again, which is a bit scary."

"I've been to many hospitals for this illness, but the tests haven't found anything wrong."

"Even when the patient was hospitalized and had an attack, they were immediately examined, but no problems were found."

"This problem is becoming more and more frequent. At first, it happened three to five times a month, but now it comes every two or three days. I'm paralyzed every month. It's really affecting my life. I wanted to come back to see Dr. Fang a few months ago, but at that time, a new factory was under construction, and I couldn't leave. Now that I've almost finished my tasks, I'm coming back to see you."

After hearing this, Fang Yan asked, "?"

When did you become paralyzed?

Zhang Zhongxiao spoke in dialect:

"This morning, as soon as I woke up, I couldn't move."

He pressed on in dialect:
"Did you used to be unable to move as soon as you woke up in the morning when you had an attack?"

Zhang Zhongxiao shook his head and said:

"No, it can happen anytime, anywhere. Before each attack, I feel a dull headache, like I'm drunk, and my mouth tastes bitter, like I've eaten bitter melon. When an attack happens, I have difficulty moving my hands and feet or my whole body. In the worst cases, I can't move for three or four days and need someone to feed me, help me go to the toilet, and wipe my body. I can't take care of myself. But who knows, the next second, I'll feel completely relaxed and be able to get up and walk around as fast as I can."

Fang Yan touched his chin, and the people around him looked at each other in surprise. There is such a disease?
Mike Chen asked him:
"Has a brain scan been done?"

Zhang Zhongxiao glanced at Chen Mike, recognizing him as a traditional Chinese medicine practitioner who had returned from abroad, and said to him:
“Yes, I’ve had a full-body checkup, and more than once. Whenever I go to a new hospital, they will definitely make me have a brain scan.”

His wife, who was standing next to him, also said to Mike Chen:
"Yes, everyone thinks there's something wrong with his brain, but they can't find anything abnormal in the tests."

Mike Chen frowned; he was puzzled now as well.

Zhang Zhongxiao spoke in dialect:

"After I got this disease, I paid a lot of attention to daily exercise and health maintenance. I don't touch tobacco or alcohol unless it's for work."

After saying that, he slightly raised his hand and said:
"Look at my body, these muscles, they're all from working out, but it's useless. When I'm paralyzed, they're no good at all."

Seeing this, Fang Yan asked him:
Is the degree of paralysis different each time?

The patient said:
"It's different this time. I can move my hand a little bit, which is pretty good."

Fang Yan thought for a moment and asked:
"Is it possible to feel the paralysis beforehand while I'm awake, but then it happens while I'm sleeping, without any warning signs?"

The patient said:
"Have!"

"I always have nightmares."

PS: After finishing this chapter, I currently owe everyone 16000 words.

There will be more this afternoon.

(End of this chapter)