Rebirth 1977 Great Era

Chapter 1151 Gathering Strength Before Battle: A Variety of Test-takers (Bonus Chapter for Monthly Tickets: 3K Chapters)

Based on the previous understanding of the dialect, these exams, though seemingly difficult, are actually designed to filter out those who rely on rote memorization and select truly qualified TCM talents who integrate theory and practice and are capable of grounding themselves in clinical innovation, through three types of questions: "classical clinical application," "thorough understanding of medical theory," and "regional practical application."

The second day's exam questions, which examined the relationship between kidney function and symptoms in the *Neijing* and differentiated between the Qi level and the Fu-shi syndrome of Yangming disease, further confirmed this pattern and verified the dialect's judgment.

If nothing unexpected happens, the use of dialects is exactly what the question setter was thinking.

Today, those present were not only Fang Yan and his elite class, but also many other students from other places. They now knew that Fang Yan had guessed the core of the question.

At this point, someone muttered:

"However, even if you guess correctly, it doesn't necessarily mean you'll have a significant advantage."

"That's right. If the candidate has a solid clinical foundation, Comrade Fang's summary can help focus on the key points and reduce blind review. However, for candidates who rely on rote memorization, even if they know the direction of the test points, they still find it difficult to answer the questions well if they lack clinical thinking and the ability to apply it flexibly."

Everyone nodded in agreement.

For those who can truly be "rooted and have a soul," like Fang Yan's team, this thing is a huge boost to their confidence, allowing the skills they've accumulated to smoothly become an advantage in exams.

But for those whose knowledge system is incomplete or missing pieces, it's like being given a hunting rifle but no bullets. They know where to shoot, but they just can't seem to get the shot out.

This advantage belongs only to those who have practiced this method diligently and thoroughly. Trying to find shortcuts at the last minute? No way.

Of course, dialects aren't meant for everyone. If he could summarize the core of a dialect and make everyone pass the exam, then a third round of selection would have to come up.

However, the experts present were still quite grateful for Fang Yan's help.

Take, for example, the students in Sichuan who are taking the exam tomorrow.

The group summarized some key points based on the dialect, and it seems their actions were correct.

"Classic clinical application, and I must say, after going through these cases, I really remembered a lot of things. Just like what Comrade Fang Yan said, for example, last year I encountered a patient in my hometown with 'Shaoyin disease but drowsiness,' and I used Si Ni Tang at that time. Doesn't that match the mechanism in the Shang Han Lun?"

"Comrade Fangyan once told me that I see more real cases than the articles in the book because I run around the grassroots every day. When I go to the exam, I will treat the examiners as patients. When they ask about the articles, I will think about similar diseases that I have treated. When they test my ability to differentiate, I will recall how I distinguished between 'Taiyang' and 'Shaoyang'."

Upon hearing this, the other candidates in the group nodded in agreement.

As for the other test takers, many of them were also encouraging those around them.

Although it was difficult, the analysis of dialects gave many people a sense of confidence and they basically knew how likely they were to pass.

……

Time flies, and two days passed in the blink of an eye, until July 10th.

Today is also the day that Fang Yan will have his re-examination.

Before dawn, the courtyard of Fang Yan's house was already filled with more than twenty students from the class.

We'll be taking a bus to Xiyuan Hospital later for today's re-examination.

There were also about a hundred people taking the second round of interviews today, mostly from the capital.

Fang Yan's class has about twenty people, and there are quite a few fifth-year students in the school, plus another student from Capital Medical University, so that's a complete group.

In the main hall, my mother-in-law, eldest sister, and sister-in-law were serving breakfast on the table. The Zhu Liangchun health porridge that I cooked last night was steaming hot, and white steamed buns and twisted rolls were piled up like a small mountain, along with crisp pickled radish strips and boiled eggs.

More than twenty people sat around, chewing on something, but their hands were not idle; they were all fiddling with their pencil cases.

"Is your pen full of ink? I have two bottles of blue-black ink here." Song Jianzhong said, handing a small glass bottle to the classmate next to him while biting into a steamed bun.

"I want it! I want it!" Liu Tirun responded to him from the side.

At this moment, Juliana asked Fang Yan:

"Brother Fang, I went through the common meanings of classical Chinese medical terms again last night. I've memorized 'delirium' and 'Zheng music.' Do you think we'll test the miscellaneous disease section of the 'Golden Chamber' today?" She had several prescription slips tucked into her notebook, which contained clinical case records she had compiled over the past few days. The edges of the slips were worn and frayed, clearly showing that she was getting more nervous as the crucial moment approached.

Fang Yan said to him:
"Don't think too much right now, the most important thing is to relax."

After speaking, he pointed to Meng Jimin and Fan Changting standing to the side:
"You should learn from Lao Meng and Lao Fan."

Juliana said:
"They're old and cunning!"

Old Fan said:

"Hey, I'm not married, and I'm not even thirty yet, so don't talk about me, Lao Meng!"

Meng Jimin was drinking his master's health-preserving porridge when he was choked by those words and started coughing violently.

"Cough cough... Get lost..." Everyone present burst into laughter, and the atmosphere immediately became much more relaxed.

Also accompanying Fang Yan this time were Xie Chunrong, Zhao Qingkai, and Chen Wenwei. Although they were all fifth-year students, they had been with Fang Yan and the others during this period, so they also took the Xiehe bus together.

Xie Chunrong was the most meticulous, checking the list: "Exam admission ticket, pen, pencil, eraser, abacus..."

"Don't be nervous," Fang Yan said as he peeled the eggshell clean and ate it slowly and deliberately.
“Didn’t we just do a mock interview in the clinic yesterday? Xiao Chengzhi answered the question about the mechanism of ‘using plaster for heat-induced arthralgia’ more thoroughly than the textbook. When Chunrong was analyzing ‘water retention disease,’ he even talked about the thickness of the tongue coating. Just follow this level of detail, and there won’t be any problems.”

They cheered each other on in their local dialect.

At this moment, Yuan Qingshan stepped forward, took out several sheets of yellow paper folded into triangles, and said:
"Come on, come on, I've taken some time these past few days to draw a peace charm for everyone, to ensure everyone's safety and smooth sailing, so we can all pass the exam together."

Such feudal and superstitious things would be inappropriate at other times, but in this situation, no one said anything. They accepted them one by one and put them directly into their pockets.

Just want some peace of mind.

After a while, the sky began to lighten. After everyone finished breakfast, Fang Yan called to a few people that they still had to do ward rounds. The exams started at nine o'clock in the morning, and they left at seven-thirty in the Union Hospital car. Doing ward rounds before that was a way of squeezing in time.

By the time the room check was finished, it was already past 7:20, and the car was already waiting at the door.

Fang Yan invited everyone to get in the car. Since he was unsure if he had anything else to do after finishing his exams, he drove his own car.

The vehicle drove onto the highway from the gate of Peking Union Medical College Hospital. He drove in front of the hospital's bus, heading towards Xiyuan Hospital.

Getting from Dongdan to Xiyuan Hospital involves crossing most of the city. The further northwest you go, the quieter the street scene becomes. As you approach Xiyuan Hospital, you start to see students in white shirts walking in twos and threes in the same direction, each clutching a pencil case and taking hurried, heavy steps.

Besides the students from the school who speak the dialect, there are also some scattered candidates, mostly from pharmacies.

At 8:30, the car turned into the gate of Xiyuan Hospital.

Although they had been there many times before, their purpose was different today, and they felt that Xiyuan Hospital was different from before.

Of course, it is indeed quite different. In addition to the newly added slogans, a lot of people had already gathered under the old locust tree at the entrance. They all looked like they were there for the re-examination. There were not only students, but also middle-aged professors in Zhongshan suits.

Young students carried army green canvas bags, bulging with books.

These people gathered in small groups of two or three. Some were reciting the text in hushed tones, "The symptoms of Taiyang disease are a floating pulse, stiff neck and headache, and aversion to cold..."; others were asking each other questions, "'Treating disease before it manifests' comes from which chapter?" "Suwen: Treatise on Regulating the Spirit in Accordance with the Four Seasons!" Their voices were filled with a tense excitement.

As soon as the car and the Concord bus came to a stop, people leaned over to look at them.

A boy wearing glasses recognized Fang Yan and tugged at the person next to him:

"Isn't that the dialect of Peking Union Medical College Hospital?" Before the words were even finished, several pairs of eyes turned to look at them, some with curiosity, some with admiration, and some with barely concealed nervousness.

Today, this is the person competing against them on the same stage.

Fang Yan pushed open the car door, and Song Jianzhong and the others followed closely behind. The group of more than twenty people stood in a small patch, their white coats still smelling of hospital disinfectant.

Today, all those show-offs were wearing Peking Union Medical College Hospital's white coats.

He changed into it in the car just now, and the guy attracted a lot of attention as soon as he got out of the car.

Not far away, the students from Capital Medical University saw Fang Yan and his group. The one in the lead waved and called out, "Fang Yan, it's been a long time!"

Fang Yan looked and realized that it was Lin Xueqin, whom he had seen at Xiyuan Hospital before, who was in Chu Qiaonan's class.

I was a bit curious about the dialect, but I didn't see Chu Qiaonan.

Fang Yan smiled and nodded in response. Then all of his people came over, and the two groups of people got together. Naturally, the topic turned to the exam, and they started asking each other questions, all curious about how the other had studied.

At this moment, Chu Qiaonan also emerged from the crowd. As soon as he saw Fang Yan, he said:

"Sorry, I just went to the restroom. I feel like I need to poop when I'm nervous..."

Fang Yan was both amused and exasperated, and said to him:
"You're a renowned doctor who returned from Switzerland, what's there to be nervous about? But congratulations anyway, you've successfully proven that the intestines are the organ of emotions..."

Chu Qiaonan laughed and said that people get nervous and can't control themselves. At this moment, another car arrived, carrying other fifth-year students from Fang Yan's school.

In just a short while, more than a hundred people had gathered together.

Everyone greeted each other in a flurry of chatter, and some were discussing potential exam questions.

Ten minutes later, music started playing over the loudspeaker at Xiyuan Hospital, followed by an announcement:
"Students participating in the fifth batch of postgraduate re-examination, please enter the examination room in an orderly manner according to the group group on your admission ticket."

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