Rebirth 1977 Great Era

Chapter 1128 Heshen's Paperweight, Schmidt Syndrome? (Bonus Chapter for Monthly Tickets)
As time passed, twitching began to occur in various parts of the patient's body.

These are the meridians corresponding to the acupuncture points. Twenty minutes passed quickly, and when the time was up, Fang Yan came to the patient and called out to him:
"Mr. Zhang!"

The patient's wife also shouted at him:
"Old Zhang, it's time to wake up!"

Zhang Zhongxiao was sleeping soundly; even with their loud voices, they couldn't wake him.

Fang Yan stepped forward lightly and began to remove the needle.

He twisted the silver needles one by one and slowly removed them.

The faint hissing sound as the needle left the skin seemed to be a signal, and Zhang Zhongxiao's eyelids trembled slightly before he opened them.

"Hmm...she's sleeping so soundly..."

He subconsciously wanted to raise his hand to rub his eyes. As soon as the thought flashed through his mind, his originally limp and powerless right arm lifted slightly by a few inches!

"Whoa!" Everyone who had been staring intently at Zhang Zhongxiao exclaimed in surprise.

The moment they stepped out of the consultation room, it was set ablaze.

The patient stared wide-eyed. Just moments ago, when he was paralyzed, he had difficulty even raising his arm. Now that he had just woken up, he could raise his hand and move spontaneously.

Zhang Zhongxiao was a little dazed and repeatedly bent and stretched his fingers in disbelief.

Although the movements were stiff and slow, the uncontrollable "shackles" had indeed loosened!

He tried to hold onto the wheelchair armrests, the veins on his forehead bulging. With all his might, his body leaned forward several degrees! He stood up abruptly, then fell forward again. Before the gasps of the crowd could even finish, Fang Yan caught him and helped him up.

Zhang Zhongxiao burst into laughter, panting heavily:

"Haha... Dr. Fang! My ankle is still a little unresponsive, but it's all done... really done! My arms and legs... my fingers... they're obeying me now!"

At this moment, He Jingwei, who was standing to the side, asked Fang Yan:

"Wasn't there no blockage in the meridians? Why hasn't it fully recovered?"

Fang Yan helped Zhang Zhongxiao sit up steadily, then turned to He Jingwei and explained:
“It’s not that his meridians are blocked, but that the coordination between his ‘spirit’ and ‘form’ hasn’t fully caught up. The root of his illness is twenty years of ‘mental and spiritual neglect,’ like a gear that has been rusted for a long time. Even if you suddenly apply oil, it will still need to be broken in slowly to turn smoothly.”

He pointed to Zhang Zhongxiao's still trembling legs:

"The reason I was able to stand up just now was because the acupuncture temporarily opened up the command channel between the 'spirit' and the 'form,' just like pressing the restart button on a sluggish machine."

"But the underlying yin deficiency is still there, and the 'control' of the mind has not been completely stabilized. It's like a child who has just learned to walk; his legs have strength, but he hasn't found his balance yet."

"Look at him now, he's breathing rapidly and sweating on his forehead. His mind is still trying hard to control his body. This kind of deliberate exertion is itself a form of depletion."

Fang Yan continued speaking to the patient:
"In treating lily disease, mental tranquility is more important than physical activity. After taking the medicine, as its effects gradually take hold and the yin deficiency fire subsides, the mind becomes as stable as a guiding star, and the body will naturally become more relaxed. At that time, you won't need to exert any effort, and you can move your hands and feet freely."

He patted Zhang Zhongxiao on the shoulder:

“This is already a good sign, indicating that the connection between God and body is being restored.”

Zhang Zhongxiao nodded repeatedly, his face beaming with excitement. "Dr. Fang is right. There's no rush. For the past twenty years, he's been unpredictable, paralyzed whenever he wants. Today is the first time that someone has intervened to help me recover to this state. You are a capable person. I will listen to you."

"That's right. He's been to so many hospitals before, but no one has been able to help him recover to this extent. Dr. Fang, you're the first one."

Fang Yan glanced at his watch and said to them:

"Alright, the medicine should be ready in about ten minutes. You can go to the inpatient department to be admitted now."

“Okay!” The patient’s wife nodded, then pushed Zhang Zhongxiao’s wheelchair to leave.

At this moment, Zhang Zhongxiao reminded him:
"We haven't given the things we brought to Doctor Fang yet."

Hearing this, the patient's wife finally realized what was happening and quickly stopped in her tracks:

"Oh, right, I almost forgot about that."

As she spoke, she took a long, rectangular box from her bag, placed it on the table in front of Fang Yan, and said to him:

"I didn't have much to bring with me, so I just took one of the antiques I had at home."

The patient's wife pushed the long box forward.

He indicated that he would accept the dialect.

Fang Yan and the others looked at the box with curiosity. The box itself was made of dark brown rosewood, with fine workmanship on the surface. It was inlaid with a circle of silver wire as thin as a hair, outlining a meander pattern border, and the corners were covered with warm, worn brass. It was obviously an old object that had been passed down for generations. "Open it and take a look! This is a paperweight passed down from our grandfather. He said it's quite old. It looks elegant, and you might find it useful," Zhang Zhongxiao said to Fang Yan.

Paperweight?

Fang Yan nodded and then opened the box.

As soon as I opened the box, a faint scent of camphor wood wafted out.

Then you can see the items inside.

The paperweight was about six inches long and a little over an inch wide. It was a piece of rhinoceros horn that was completely black, with a texture as delicate as black jade, and it had a dull luster under the light.

On one side of the corner, a plum blossom is carved using the intaglio technique. The petals are outstretched, the branches are vigorous, and the carving is neat yet hides an understated elegance.

Fang Yan had sharp eyesight; he noticed a line of extremely small seal characters carved between the plum branches:

'From the collection of the Prince Heshuo's Mansion.'

Fang Yan's eyelids twitched, and he noticed that there were still very faint traces of cinnabar deep in the writing.

Fang Yan flipped the paperweight over and continued examining it. Suddenly, he felt a dent at the bottom of the paperweight. He turned it over again and saw an even finer line of text:
"Presented by the Jiangnan Textile Bureau in the forty-fifth year of Qianlong's reign," with a faint seal bearing the character "和" (harmony) next to it.

He looked up at Zhang Zhongxiao, who smiled and said:
"Doctor Fang is knowledgeable? To tell you the truth, this item was passed down from my great-grandfather. He was an antique dealer in Beiping in his early years. I heard that this item came out when Heshen's family was raided, and later it fell into the hands of a prince. During the chaotic period of the Republic of China, the prince's descendants sold the item."

"Later, it came into my father's hands, and he took it to Taiwan. Later, he gave it to a relative of mine, but the relative then sold it. He redeemed it from the buyer and finally kept it at home."

Upon hearing the dialect, I never imagined that this paperweight had such a complicated story.

Zhang Zhongxiao added:

“My family all say that this rhinoceros horn paperweight was specially carved for Heshen by the Jiangnan Textile Bureau. Look at this plum blossom. Wasn’t Heshen known as ‘Master of Jialetang’? I heard that he loved to paint plum blossoms. Later, when Heshen fell from power, there was a ‘rhinoceros horn paperweight with plum blossom carving’ on the list of confiscated property. I guess this is it.”

Fang Yan suddenly realized that when he looked at the plum blossom carving again, it was indeed exquisitely crafted with a deliberate attempt to please, yet it also subtly revealed the regulations of royal artifacts.

Rhinoceros horn is already a rare item, and with its provenance of being "formerly owned by Heshen and passed down through the royal palace," its value can no longer be measured in monetary terms. Moreover, the key point is that this item has a clear lineage.

Zhang Zhongxiao explained clearly how the story was passed down.

"This is for Dr. Fang today. I hope Dr. Fang will like it," Zhang Zhongxiao said to Fang Yan.

Fang Yan quickly cupped his hands in greeting:

"I'm determined!"

Speaking in his dialect, he picked up the paperweight and placed it on the medical case; it actually suited him quite well.

Seeing this, Zhang Zhongxiao smiled and said:

"They really are a good match!"

He thought to himself, since no one else's things appeared on the table, but his was taken directly, it could be considered that it was delivered to Fang Yan's heart, right?

Just then, there was a knock at the door. It was Li Zhengji. He asked Fang Yan:

"Are you free? I... have a small problem!"

Fang Yan was taken aback, and even Li Zhengji was stumped.
He said:
"Hold on."

Upon seeing this, Zhang Zhongxiao quickly said:
"Then we'll go to the inpatient department first, so as not to disturb you any longer!"

"Okay!" Fang Yan nodded.

Then he had Xie Chunrong deliver the person over, while he packed his things, locked them in his cabinet, and stood up to ask Li Zhengji:
"what's the situation?"

Li Zhengji lowered his voice and said:

Have you ever heard of "multiple endocrine adenomas with Schmidt's syndrome"?

"Huh?" Fang Yan was taken aback.

Li Zhengji said:
"There was a patient from Shanghai, a 66-year-old woman, who had lumps the size of broad beans and goose eggs in her uterus, ovaries, breasts, and thyroid gland. That's what was written on her report. You see, there are many Western medical journals about this, you know?"

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(End of this chapter)