Rebirth 1977 Great Era

Chapter 1182 Top-Secret Jingxi Hotel, We Were Still Thinking You'd Actually Made This? (Two Chapters Combined)
"Jingxi Hotel? That's in Haidian!" Before Fang Yan could answer his younger brother's question, his father-in-law spoke up.

The mother-in-law also said:

"That's right, it takes half an hour to drive there from here, and an hour to go there and back."

"It's already past nine o'clock. If we go there and come back, it'll be past midnight."

"We have a meeting tomorrow!"

Their meaning was clear: it was too late, and Fang Yan shouldn't go over.

Fang Yan thought for a moment and said:
"Since Elder Xie has asked, we can't refuse; we still have to go."

Everyone thought it made sense, and the fact that they personally asked Fang Yan if he needed to go already hinted at the importance and urgency of the meeting.

“Then let’s go!” Zhu Lin said to Fang Yan.

Fang Yan nodded, then said to his younger brother:

“I’ll drive there. Just tell Mr. Xie directly, and I’ll be there right away.”

Fang Chen nodded after hearing Fang Yan's words.

After speaking in dialect, Fang Yan was about to go to Xiehe Hospital to pick up his car when his father-in-law said to him:

"Why bother going to Xiehe Hospital to pick up the car? Let's just drive this one!"

He then handed the car keys to Fang Yan.

Fang Yan shook his head and refused:
"No, I'll just drive my car. There are some documents and things in there that I can show them later."

Speaking in his local dialect, he went to get his car.

We drove towards the Jingxi Hotel.

The Jingxi Hotel was mainly responsible for handling important meetings in 1978, and the conference that finalized the reform and opening-up policy at the end of the year was held here.

I knew this local dialect from my past life. It is located at No. 1 Yangfangdian Road, HD District, across the street from the China Millennium Monument, CCTV, and the Military Museum.

This place is also an internal hotel for the military, a venue for high-level and important meetings, and is known as the "safest hotel" and the "king of meeting venues". Many important meetings are held here.

Those who were invited here were either their own people or people with connections in the military.

Fang Yan originally thought they would be arranged to stay at the Yuanwanglou Hotel, which is also in Haidian District. However, the transportation here is more convenient, as it is closer to places like Beijing Institute of Technology and Beijing Film Academy. It is also closer to the airport, and there are more bus routes, making it convenient to get to places like the Forbidden City and the Summer Palace.

As the car turned out of the Xiehe Hospital gate, Fang Yan checked the time; it was already 9:30.

A while ago, some overseas Chinese businessmen mentioned that the streetlights outside Concord were not bright enough. It was just a casual remark, but they've been replacing the light bulbs for the past few days.

The newly installed lights shone a bright yellow light, making the road surface look as if it were covered with a layer of gold leaf.

There were few cars on Dongdan North Street. Occasionally, a bicycle would whiz by, its bell ringing crisply. The rider was wearing the military green uniform of the factory's security department; it was unclear whether he was off duty or on patrol.

After passing the Dongdan intersection, the streetlights on Chang'an Avenue are taller and brighter, and the Chinese scholar trees on both sides cast their shadows on the ground, which in a daze look like a swaying ink painting.

There was no one on the street, and the dialect made me feel like I was in a single-player game.

Most of the buildings along the road were dark, except for the clock tower of the Telegraph Building, which was still lit. The huge hands moved slowly in the night, and with a "ding," the night birds on the treetops took flight.

After driving two stops west, we suddenly came across a patrol of soldiers. Their military green figures stood in a straight line, their liberation shoes clicking on the ground.

Fang Yan slowed down the car and watched them pass by.

As we approached Fuxingmen, there was only Fang Yan's car around, not a soul in sight. Even the chirping of cicadas and birds had ceased. Apart from the sound of Fang Yan's car engine and the whistling night wind, the world before us was eerily quiet.

Fang Yan finally couldn't resist turning on the car radio.

The radio was broadcasting stories about overseas Chinese in Vietnam being forced to return home.

Everything seemed to follow a pattern.

After crossing the Fuxingmen Bridge, the road suddenly widened. In the distance, the domes of military buildings resembled dark, heavy steamed buns, with only a lone lamp lit in the sentry post at the entrance.

Several buses were parked at the nearby bus terminal, their signs swaying in the wind, and the interiors were dark, like metal boxes lying by the roadside.

As we approached the Jingxi Hotel, the trees along the roadside thinned out, replaced by high walls, the barbed wire on top of which gleamed coldly in the moonlight.

Then we finally arrived at the door.

Here, the sentry at the gate stopped the car, his flashlight beam sweeping over. Fang Yan rolled down the window, took out his ID, and gave his name and workplace.

After checking the identification, the sentry handed it to Fang Yan, snapped to attention, saluted, and then turned and pulled open the iron bars.

As soon as the car turned into the hotel courtyard, the two gray brick buildings were quiet. Apart from the lobby downstairs, only a few windows on the second floor were lit, and the curtains were drawn tightly.

The Jingxi Hotel mainly consists of two Soviet-style buildings. One is the main building, which is thirteen stories high and has a building area of ​​58864 square meters. It was once the tallest building in the city.

The first floor is the lobby, the second to 12th floors are guest rooms, and the 13th floor is a private room and restaurant.

In addition, there is a conference building with three underground floors and twelve floors above ground. It is also a Soviet-style building with dozens of meeting rooms of different sizes on each floor. The environment is extremely quiet and it is the area where leaders often hold meetings and work. It is designated as a Class A security zone and is subject to strict security measures.

In addition, there is a large auditorium further away that can accommodate 1300 people for meetings at the same time.

There are more than 60 meeting rooms of various types and 30 restaurants of various sizes, which can provide meals for 2000 people at the same time.

It is also equipped with recreational facilities such as a billiards room, gym, and table tennis room.

The parking lot was filled with the smell of coal smoke mixed with the fragrance of pine trees by the roadside. Fang Yan turned off his cigarette and heard a few bugle calls in the distance, probably the signal for the changing of the guard.

He could feel a tense atmosphere in the air right now.

He turned off the radio, shut off the engine, and took out the key. Fang Yan, carrying "A Comprehensive Guide to Materia Medica of Southern China," headed towards the main building of the Jingxi Hotel.

Upon arriving at the main lobby of the hotel, Fang Yan saw several people in military uniforms inside, seemingly checking in.

After entering, I heard the person speaking to the receptionist in Shandong dialect.

When Fang Yan came in, the group glanced at him, but realizing they didn't recognize him, they continued their conversation. Fang Yan listened for a moment and realized they were asking about the dates the military trains had left.

Fang Yan stood behind them, waiting for them to finish asking her questions before inquiring about doctors in Guangzhou.

At this moment, a female colleague at the front desk saw him, and after carefully identifying him, asked:

"Is it Comrade Fang Yan?"

Fang Yan paused for a moment, then replied:
"it's me!"

The other person said to him:
"Then please come with me. As the commander just said, once you get here, I will take you upstairs to meet the comrades from Guangzhou."

As Fang Yan followed the woman toward the elevator, he noticed that the terrazzo floor beneath his feet was so shiny it could reflect a person's image, but there was a shallow mark half a meter from the wall, as if it had been worn down by someone walking along a fixed route over the years.

The lights in the corridor were voice-activated, but much more sensitive than ordinary voice-activated lights. As soon as the two people started walking, the light bulb above their heads lit up with a "snap." When they moved to the range of the next light, the previous one went out precisely on time, as if the light followed the people to a safe zone.

"This way, please." The woman's voice was very low. She pressed the elevator buttons three times: first "#", then "7", and finally a button without a number.

As the elevator doors slowly closed, Fang Yan caught a glimpse of a man in civilian clothes standing in the corner, his hands behind his back, with half of his military boots showing at the bottom of his trousers. His gaze remained fixed on the floor number displayed on the elevator screen. After exchanging a glance with Fang Yan, he looked away.

The security here is quite tight, Fang Yan thought to himself.

There was no floor button panel in the elevator, only a metal tag hanging from the woman's keychain. She stuck the tag to the sensor area on the elevator car wall, and with a "beep," the floor number started to change.

As it ascended, there was almost no noise. Fang Yan stared at the light flashing through the crack in the door, saying nothing, just waiting for the elevator to go up.

Upon exiting the elevator on the seventh floor, a heavy wooden door immediately comes into view, with a small sign embedded in the door frame:

"Temporary Class A area, entry requires a permit."

The sentry at the door took the form handed to him by the woman, checked the ID against the dialect three times, and even carefully verified the wear and tear on the corners of the photo before stepping aside and saying, "Please come in, the comrades inside have been waiting for you for a while."

Fang Yan pointed to the documents in his hand.

The other party said:

"I will give it to you when you leave later."

Fang Yan nodded, not finding it strange at all; their secret formula research institute also planned to do the same.

The security level above ground is fine, but underground it's this level, and there are even more advanced things.

The doors to the rooms on both sides of the corridor were all tightly closed. The room numbers were written in red paint, and there were no numbers like "701" or "702", only "A1" and "A3".

As Fang Yan passed a half-open door, he heard voices coming from inside. Then someone immediately closed the door, and the sound disappeared. Fang Yan then realized that even the cracks in the door were sealed shut with a weatherstripping, as if the entire room was encased in a vacuum.

"The rules here are: don't ask what you shouldn't ask, and don't look at what you shouldn't look at," the woman whispered from ahead, without stopping. "The phone in the room can only be used for internal calls, and the window is always half-open."

Upon reaching the door of "Jiawu," the woman knocked three times in a rhythm of "light-heavy-light," and a response immediately came from inside: "Please come in."

The moment Fang Yan opened the door, she smelled a faint scent of disinfectant, milder than the smell of a hospital.

"Hey, they've arrived!"

The first person Fang Yan saw was Old Xie. It turned out that he wasn't just a messenger; he was actually there in person. The room was quite large, and several familiar people were sitting there.

"Professor Deng!"

"Professor Huang!"

"Professor Liu!"

"Professor Situ!"

"Old Liang!"

"Mr. Zhao!"

"Teacher Jin..."

"Brother Shen!"

Fang Yan greeted everyone in turn: Deng Tietao, Huang Yaoshen, Liu Shichang, Situ Ling, Liang Naijin, Zhao Sijing, Jin Rui, and even Shen Huaimin, Deng Tietao's apprentice who had saved someone on the plane with Fang Yan last time.

Deng Tietao said to Fang Yan:

"I feel so bad for calling you over so late!" "Not at all, Professor Deng, you're too kind," Fang Yan said with a smile.

"It is my blessing to be able to work with such senior colleagues to figure things out."

At this point, Deng Tietao dropped the formalities and went straight to the point, saying to Fang Yan:

"The main reason I called you here is that tomorrow's meeting is extraordinary. The people sitting below are all high-ranking military officers. They are not only here to listen to us talk about traditional Chinese medicine, but also to see if traditional Chinese medicine can save the lives of our soldiers. If we don't seize this opportunity, it will be difficult to have such a good opportunity again in the future."

"The manual we compiled last time has already been distributed to the military units in the south, and the response has been quite good. This is an opportunity for traditional Chinese medicine to gain the military's recognition and help us consolidate our voice in the medical system. It is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity that you have secured for us this time, so we must seize this opportunity and it would be best to negotiate various subsequent cooperation projects with the military."

“We had already discussed some projects before we came here. We wanted you to see them too, since you were the one who created this opportunity. So we should let you know and give you a heads-up, so we don’t run out of time to talk tomorrow.”

The dialect suddenly became clear.

After Deng Tietao finished speaking, he glanced at Old Master Xie and said:
"When we were chatting, Comrade Xie mentioned that he didn't believe in traditional Chinese medicine before, but he started to believe in it after being treated by you. He can also speak up for us this time."

Upon hearing this, Elder Xie said:

“I want to help good traditional Chinese medicine go further. The team is much cleaner than the outside world. There aren’t as many monsters and demons. If I can promote good traditional Chinese medicine and let more soldiers benefit, I will certainly do my duty. So after I met them and chatted for a while today, I called you.”

Fang Yan glanced at Lao Xie, who used to "only believe in Fang Yan and not in traditional Chinese medicine," but today he was actually persuaded by Deng Tietao. This leader of Lingnan traditional Chinese medicine is quite good with words!
At this moment, Professor Huang Yaoshen handed over a small notebook and said:

"This is the project we've proposed. Take a look."

Fang Yan took the notebook and read the contents. The first thing he saw was the theme: This meeting involved "high-ranking military officials" and the goal was to gain recognition for traditional Chinese medicine in the military medical system and provide medical care for soldiers. This was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to help traditional Chinese medicine consolidate its voice in the medical system.

Next came their project.

It is divided into five main sections.

Military training injury prevention and treatment program, tropical theater infectious disease prevention and control program, battlefield first aid TCM collaboration system, military TCM research and development and standardization, military long-term health management program.

He opened the book and started reading the dialect.

The first major section, Military Training Injury Prevention and Treatment, addresses common injuries during military training such as sprains, muscle strain, and joint inflammation—areas where Traditional Chinese Medicine excels, including techniques like massage, acupuncture, and external herbal poultices.

Specifically, this involves upgrading the customized manual: adding prevention and treatment plans for training injuries for different branches of the armed forces (such as infantry and reconnaissance soldiers) based on the existing manual.

Battlefield Traditional Chinese Medicine First Aid Kit: Develop portable traditional Chinese medicine preparations (such as hemostatic powder and anti-swelling ointment) and distribute them to individual soldier equipment.

Military TCM Team: A TCM team is stationed at the training base to provide real-time diagnosis and treatment services.

The second major section, the Tropical War Zone Infectious Disease Prevention and Control Plan, is a detailed refinement of what we had been writing earlier. Fang Yan, upon seeing this, took out the book he and everyone had painstakingly worked on for over ten days, *A Comprehensive Guide to the Materia Medica of Southeast Asia and Clinical Guidelines for the Prevention and Treatment of Tropical Diseases with Traditional Chinese Medicine*, placed it on the table, and said:
"Everyone, take a look at this first!"

Everyone present was taken aback when they saw the blue-covered book on the table.

Deng Tietao was the first to start looking through them.

Upon seeing the table of contents, his pupils contracted, and he said to the people beside him:
"We just finished writing our plan, and they've already done it!"

He said in dialect:

"It's not all done yet. Our work mainly involves making some specific enhancements to the original manual."

"The main focus was on the environment of the tropical jungles and mountains in the south. We made some detailed optimizations and used detailed information provided by a returned traditional Chinese medicine doctor to make targeted enhancements."

"As for the battlefield emergency TCM collaboration system, military TCM research and standardization, and military long-term health management projects that follow your project, they are not mentioned in the book."

Deng Tietao said:
"That's impressive! We're all still just having an idea, and yours is already printed."

Professor Huang, who was standing nearby, added:
"It's still a deluxe edition..."

Professor Situ also said:

"Yes, it's still the People's Medical Publishing House. Wow... that's fast."

He said in dialect:

"At that time, I received an invitation letter from Elder Xie, and then I happened to meet a Chinese medicine representative from Southeast Asia, Malaysia, who donated books. So I decided to summarize the contents of the books and revise them into a book based on our original manual."

Deng Tietao nodded and said:
"They're thinking the same thing as us!"

Deng Tietao pushed the book onto the table and tapped his finger on the cover:
"This book arrived just in time. Let's bring it out at tomorrow's meeting. It's a hardcover edition from the People's Medical Publishing House, which carries ten times more weight than our empty talk."

At this moment, Mr. Xie picked up the book and looked at the contents of the table of contents.

Speaking in dialect:

"Do you think we're going to have to fight a mountain war with them?"

It wasn't that Mr. Xie had exceptional insight; it was mainly because the content was so targeted.

For example, there are many details that explicitly state the location, which is practically a blatant indication that it's intended for use in battles in the corresponding regions. It's as clear as day.

The dialect responded:
"We're not looking forward to war, we're afraid that if it really comes to that, the soldiers won't have any handy weapons."

"Being prepared is always the best policy, and I just heard on the news that they are trying to bring our people back over there."

"I guess I'm just being prepared. Whether we'll actually need it is another matter, but we need to have it!"

After hearing this, Old Xie nodded and said:
“You’re right. Having no sword in your hand and having a sword but not using it are two different things.”

"Very good. I'll show this book to the leaders first, so they're aware of what's going on, and they won't be clueless when you bring it up tomorrow."

Fang Yan was taken aback and asked:

"You mean, give it to the higher-ups tonight?"

Mr. Xie glanced at his watch:
"Of course, they're definitely not asleep right now anyway."

After saying that, he stood up, took the hardcover book in dialect, and went to find the leader.

He then addressed Fang Yan, Deng Tietao, and the others, saying:

"The meeting is at nine o'clock tomorrow morning in the auditorium. You can chat for a while to catch up, and then get some rest as soon as possible. Don't be late tomorrow."

Fang Yan thought it made sense, so he said:

"Alright, thank you for your hard work!"

Old Xie waved his hand and said:
"It's not hard work at all, I'm just a messenger."

After the old man left, Fang Yan turned to the somewhat bewildered group in the room and asked:
"Then let's talk about the battlefield emergency medical care TCM collaboration system, the research and standardization of military TCM preparations, and the military's long-term health management program?"

"Okay!" Everyone nodded.

Then Situ Ling stepped forward and said:
"This battlefield first aid TCM collaboration system is divided into three parts, mainly combat wound rapid hemostasis techniques, battlefield shock TCM treatment procedures, and battlefield TCM training..."

Fang Yan looked at the project, scratched his head, and said:

"For rapid hemostasis on the battlefield, I have actually submitted a pulse-cutting acupuncture technique, which should be able to handle some scenarios."

Everyone: "..."

The dialect explanation is as follows:
"That was done a long time ago. It was submitted with the help of the director of the Public Security Bureau, and then it was adopted and used by the military. Now it has been promoted. Part of my 50th anniversary medal for the founding of the army was obtained because of this project."

Hearing that Fang Yan had been working on this for a long time, and seeing the project still only on paper, even Deng Tietao couldn't help but complain:
"I'm truly impressed by your predictive abilities!"

Fang Yan gave an awkward laugh:

"Great minds think alike..."

I was just a few months ahead of schedule.

Next, Fang Yan talked with them in detail about their ideas and projects, which were indeed very inspiring. They talked until midnight, and everyone was already yawning.

Fang Yan glanced at his watch, quickly stood up, and said to them:

"It's getting late, everyone should get some rest. See you tomorrow!"

Several people started to doze off and nodded in agreement.

Next, Fang Yan went out the door and was led by a woman waiting at the door, and together they walked towards the elevator.

At the same time, I also obtained my own identification documents.

After going downstairs, he got in his car and drove quickly towards home.

There were even fewer people on the road this time, and I didn't see anyone speaking in dialect the whole way.

After a half-hour drive, Fang Yan arrived at Xiehe Hospital, parked the car, and hurried home.

The house is quite lively right now, everyone is watching TV. Today they're showing a foreign film, and it's already nearing its end. Fang Yan just came back, and the movie is in its final moments.

"If you're sleepy, go to bed early. Don't wait for me," Fang Yan said to everyone.

The eldest sister said with a smile:

"I didn't wait for you on purpose. It just happened before I knew it while watching the movie."

At this moment, Lao Hu asked:

"How did the conversation go over there?"

He said in dialect:

"Not bad! They mentioned some plans for traditional Chinese medicine and their desire to cooperate with the military, which coincides with some of our ideas."

Old Hu's eyes lit up, and he said:

"You could invest in them! They definitely need financial support!"

"How about this? After the conference, we'll treat them to a meal! We still have a lot of expert shares that we can give away, and we also have a large piece of land in Guangdong, so we can establish some research institutes with them."

Fang Yan nodded after hearing this.

"Sure! I'll arrange to meet them after the conference tomorrow!"

PS: The basic chapter of 6000 words has been updated.

(End of this chapter)