Rebirth 1977 Great Era

Chapter 1185 Dialect Speech, Medical Practice in Southern Xinjiang, and the Leader's Small Request (Combined Chapter)
Applause surged like a tide, converging on Fang Yan as he walked toward the podium.

Fang Yan wasn't sure if it was just her imagination, but she felt like she could clearly feel thousands of eyes focused on her.

The military green carpet beneath my feet sank slightly, and the air seemed to be filled with a solemn pressure even more so than that of the corridor of the Jingxi Hotel.

He walked steadily to the microphone at the podium, but did not speak immediately. Instead, he solemnly placed two things he had been holding tightly in his hands on the table: one was a hardcover copy of "A Comprehensive Guide to Materia Medica of Southeast Asia and Clinical Guide to the Prevention and Treatment of Tropical Diseases in Traditional Chinese Medicine" with a dark blue cloth cover and gold lettering.

The other document was a scanned copy of the title page, which contained the names of all the participants and, most importantly, a densely packed collection of red handprints of varying shades. Those handprints stood out prominently under the bright light, like silent declarations.

The auditorium fell silent instantly, as everyone's attention was drawn to these two unique "props".

Fang Yan took a deep breath, straightened the microphone, and his steady voice rang out through the loudspeaker throughout the auditorium, clear, powerful, and without the slightest tremor:
"Comrades and comrades, my name is Fang Yan, and I am a traditional Chinese medicine practitioner..."

Fang Yan had previously written a speech for the August 1st event, and he had memorized all of the content. With the added advantage of his public speaking skills, he was in a very stable state.

Everything proceeded as instructed in the previous speech, and he began his presentation.

He had already finalized the general strategy. This speech was not only to discuss the practicality and combat readiness significance of the previous "Survival Manual for Tropical Jungle Warfare in Southern Xinjiang", but also to introduce the new book he had in hand.

At the same time, it is also necessary to explain the targeted approach, the concept of using local resources, and the integration of foreign aid experience.

At the same time, we would like to thank the team and partners for demonstrating the transformative and practical nature of traditional Chinese medicine, and try our best to leave a good impression of traditional Chinese medicine on the military leadership.

Then, one should downplay one's personal role, thank everyone, and ultimately attribute the credit to the collective, only mentioning the military value of the results, without delving into the details of the secret formula, avoiding in-depth political discussions, expressing the willingness to continue providing medical support to the military, and proposing the development of a professional version of the doctor's manual and promoting the implementation of the results in more war zones.

However, since this time I'll be speaking for twenty minutes, I'll need to adjust the rhythm of my dialect a bit.

After the opening introduction, he continued:

"As the General Logistics Department commander just mentioned, it was thanks to the 'Survival Manual for Tropical Jungle Warfare' compiled by traditional Chinese medicine practitioners that the heatstroke rate among our brothers in the southern Xinjiang troops has decreased by a full 30%!"

He paused deliberately:
"This 30% figure is not just a cold, hard statistic on paper!"

"This is a patrol route scorching under the blazing sun, where not a single soldier collapsed from exhaustion; this is the suffocating heat and lurking depths of a dense forest, where a platoon maintained a continuous state of combat readiness; this is the front line where medical supplies are scarce and supply lines could be cut off at any moment. Our frontline soldiers, using the wisdom passed down from our ancestors, transformed readily available banana leaves into 'cooling first-aid kits' and artemisia stalks growing in ravines into 'field-specific medicines' against malaria. This book was compiled by professors from Guangzhou University of Chinese Medicine in a single day, drawing upon their wisdom and experience..."

Fang Yan then introduced the manual to everyone again, mainly explaining the contributions of the professors from Guangzhou University of Chinese Medicine in this matter, and who provided what solution.

The dialect was spoken so vividly that it made you feel as if you had returned to the lively atmosphere of that day.

Everyone then realized that these things were a treasure manual created by so many people, bringing together so much experience and knowledge.

The people at Guangzhou University of Traditional Chinese Medicine were also very moved. Fang Yan had exaggerated their contribution. It should be noted that after Fang Yan brought the manual back, they made many revisions and layouts before the final version was released.

After telling everyone about this, Fang Yan held up the book "A Comprehensive Explanation of Materia Medica from Southern China" in his hand and said to the audience:
"And this book! It is the result of our hundred or so colleagues in traditional Chinese medicine working on it in just over ten days! It combines ancient books donated by overseas Chinese TCM practitioners in Southeast Asia with everyone's lifelong practical experience, deeply explores the essence recorded in ancient medical classics, integrates modern TCM pharmacology experience, and builds on the solid foundation of the original manual. All the participants raced against time and worked day and night to finally forge this 'battlefield survival practical guide' specifically for jungle, mountain, and humid environments!"

"Comrades and leaders! Please look at these red handprints!"

"They come from retired traditional Chinese medicine doctors who are over seventy years old but still concerned about military affairs and continue to write; from overseas Chinese experts who have just broken through obstacles and risked their lives to return to their homeland; from top doctors in the Central Health Care Group who protect health day and night; and also from our research institute's youngest researcher who has worked tirelessly with bloodshot eyes!"

A soft gasp and murmurs rose from the audience.

In the back row, there was a regimental commander with dark skin and markings from southern Xinjiang. He subconsciously straightened his back and his eyes sharpened.

Another officer beside him whispered.

A white-haired military officer in the front row, who had been frowning and taking notes, slammed his pen down on his notebook, leaving a darker ink stain, and looked up at the dialect on the stage.

Immediately, someone started clapping.

A thunderous round of applause erupted, and everyone clearly recognized the contribution of traditional Chinese medicine in this event.

After gesturing with his hand, he waited for the applause to subside before continuing:

"This is absolutely not the achievement of Fang Yan alone." He bowed slightly, his words earnest:
"First of all, I would like to thank the leaders for their high trust and insightful recognition; I would also like to thank the General Logistics Department for their precise and pragmatic needs planning and for their full support and willingness to cooperate along the way."

"The most crucial thing is..."

His arm swung powerfully toward the Guangzhou team below the stage:

"This is the result of all of us in the field of traditional Chinese medicine setting aside regional prejudices, disregarding personal gains and losses, working together with one mind and one purpose, and joining forces as one!"

As if summoned silently, everyone's gaze turned toward the Guangzhou expert group's area in the audience, where they saw Professor Deng Tietang and his group.

Situ Ling and several other experts pursed their lips, their eyes showing both travel fatigue and undisguised excitement.

The sound of dialect carries a strong sense of resonance:

"Just like Professor Deng Tietao and Professor Situ Ling from Guangzhou University of Chinese Medicine, who are sitting in the audience right now, they have long since made the forward-thinking plan to send medical teams to the front lines for practical experience. The plan is detailed, the team members are ready, and they are just waiting for the order to set off!"

Upon hearing this, everyone applauded again.

After the applause subsided, Fang Yan continued his speech, expressing his willingness to continue providing medical support to the military and to promote the implementation of the results in more war zones, as planned.

After the groundwork laid, people were clearly more willing to accept the things said in the dialect that followed.

The explanations of the various dialects made time seem to fly by.

Soon someone below was gesturing to Fang Yan, reminding him to keep track of the time.

Seeing this, Fang Yan glanced at his watch and quickly made a final summary.

Finally, in dialect:

"We practitioners of traditional Chinese medicine can not only publish books and offer sound advice, but also send people to the battlefield! We can not only offer suggestions and advice, but also personally participate in the battle and stand shoulder to shoulder with the soldiers!"

He then bowed and left his seat.

There was a moment of silence in the audience, and then applause that was a hundred times more enthusiastic than at the beginning, like countless thunderclaps exploding at the same time, suddenly burst forth!
This applause was no longer a polite greeting, but a powerful wave of heartfelt admiration, recognition, awe, and respect, surging and overwhelming!
They exploded from every corner, converging into a breathtaking sound wave that lasted for a long time!
The other leaders in the front row, including several key leaders from the General Logistics Department, applauded enthusiastically and nodded frequently, their faces showing undisguised admiration and recognition, their eyes fixed intently on Fang Yan.

This young man didn't just talk about theories; he started by using specific examples to anchor the value, converting the efficacy of traditional Chinese medicine into combat readiness data, which accurately hit the core logic of the military: "everything for winning."

The dialect did not dwell on the tragedy, but used details to transform the dedication of traditional Chinese medicine practitioners into an emotional resonance of "military and civilians working together." This narrative is more moving to veterans than any slogan.

What is commendable is that the speech not only clearly explained the tactical value of "Nanyang Materia Medica", but also provided a feasible implementation plan. There were no empty words or clichés, only practical information that can be directly incorporated into the combat support system.

When the officers exchanged glances, they tacitly revealed their agreement with "collectivism".

Fang Yan emphasized three times that it was "not an individual achievement," mentioning the Guangzhou professors, overseas Chinese experts, and young researchers one by one, and even actively amplifying the contributions of the Guangzhou team.

This mindset of not seeking personal credit and emphasizing collaboration perfectly aligns with the team spirit valued by the military.

What moved the top leadership the most was its "transformation ability".

He essentially transformed the "prevention and treatment of miasma" in ancient books into flowcharts that soldiers could understand, and upgraded overseas Chinese folk remedies into "three-minute mnemonic rhymes." This pragmatic thinking of "transforming the wisdom of our ancestors into battlefield survival skills" transformed traditional Chinese medicine from "traditional medicine" into a "combat readiness resource" that could be directly incorporated into the logistics system.

He explained the contents of the book very clearly.

When the dialect proclaimed "Traditional Chinese medicine can be used on the battlefield," the applause from the officers in the front row revealed their anticipation and approval of this "new addition to the fighting force."

In short, this young man speaks with data, establishes arguments with cases, and unites people with emotion, demonstrating both the practical value of traditional Chinese medicine and a sense of responsibility that is highly consistent with the spirit of the military.

They could also see that he was a promising talent who understood strategy, valued execution, and knew how to be respectful, and was the best "ferryman" for traditional Chinese medicine to move towards a war preparedness system.

As Fang Yan stepped down, Professor Deng Tietang, sitting below the stage, took a deep breath and prepared to get up and walk to the podium to take over the speech. The sea of ​​applause formed by thousands of soldiers was still rolling and boiling, and the momentum had not diminished at all.

This was the first time Deng Tietao had felt some pressure while speaking.

With the young man's excellent example set before him, it was a bit frustrating for me to try and make my own.

"Keep it up!" Fang Yan whispered to Deng Tietao.

Deng Tietao nodded.

Fang Yan then sat down, and everyone around him gave him a thumbs up.

Professor Huang, Professor Liu, and Professor Situ whispered to him:
"Turning 'malaria prevention and control' into a flowchart is a brilliant move!"

"I've lived for over sixty years, and this is the first time I've seen a talk about traditional Chinese medicine bring tears to the eyes of these tough officers."

"You didn't mention Yin and Yang or the Five Elements, you just talked about the 'three-minute mnemonic rhyme.' Just for that, it's more practical than what many experts say!"

Fang Yan smiled and waved his hand, pointing to the stage, where Deng Tietao was about to begin speaking.

Compared to speaking in dialects, Deng Tietao's speech was more conventional, like a lecture. It was a pragmatic academic style, focusing on practical experience and making some phased summaries, such as the unique experience of the Lingnan team, the innovation of the medical team's structure, and finally elevating the topic to the implementation of the standard co-construction proposal and the battlefield TCM collaboration system.

After a ten-minute explanation, applause rang out again.

It's just that it's not as intense as speaking in a dialect.

However, the speech's objective was achieved. After twenty minutes of introduction in dialect, Deng Tietao didn't need to exert much effort; his speech was inherently persuasive, as dialect had already elevated them considerably.

That makes it easier for people to accept.

The Traditional Chinese Medicine session concluded successfully, and the conference proceeded smoothly.

The leader presiding over the meeting gave a brief summary and provided an initial response to the suggestions from traditional Chinese medicine practitioners, such as dispatching medical teams and distributing books.

Then came the other agenda items: work reports, defense analysis, etc. The meeting lasted until 11:40 a.m., when the leader announced the end of the morning meeting and that everyone should go to lunch. The afternoon session was for specific commendations from each department.

Dialects are, of course, included among them.

As soon as the conference ended, the leaders of the General Logistics Department called Fang Yan and the others to have dinner with Xie Lao and the others in the banquet hall.

At noon, in the largest banquet hall of the Jingxi Hotel, Fang Yan and his group took their seats in the northwest corner.

It was at this point that Fang Yan first met the leaders of the General Logistics Department.

The person sitting at their table was Minister Qin Kaiyuan, the Minister of Health of the General Logistics Department, who was directly in charge of their logistics.

He was in his fifties, with a square face, a scar on his left eyebrow bone, and deep nasolabial folds.

This person has large knuckles, and judging from the dialect, he must be a martial arts expert.

We met through Mr. Xie's introduction.

He then spoke to the dialect:

"Dr. Fang, the lecture this morning was wonderful!"

“When you were on stage talking about the ‘three-minute mnemonic,’ the operations staff officer next to me slammed his notebook on the table. Last year, in the mountains in the south, three soldiers almost got into trouble because they couldn’t remember the dosage of the medicine prescription.”

Before he could speak in dialect, Old Xie laughed first:

"Minister Qin is making a request to you. What the soldiers need is not a pharmacopoeia, but a life-saving talisman that can be etched into their minds."

Qin Kaiyuan poured Fang Yan a cup of tea and said:

"I read half of 'The Complete Treatise on Materia Medica of Southeast Asia' overnight, and it's all very good. But I have a suggestion..."

“Please speak!” Fang Yan said.

Qin Kaiyuan said:
"Could you make a palm-sized, laminated version for the reconnaissance soldiers? They can put it in their camouflage pockets without worrying about the rainforest's dampness. The soldiers' reaction manuals always get soaked and ruined by the rain."

Fang Yan was taken aback.

"We've already had the publisher print the miniature books, but we still need to contact the No. 1 Plastics Factory in Beijing for the plastic film."

In terms of core materials, polyvinyl chloride (PVC) film was already a common industrial product in 1978.

Fang Yan's factories have these requirements, and the partner plastic factory should be able to provide the corresponding production requirements.

In terms of processing technology, manual sealing equipment, also known as heat sealing machines, was not uncommon in printing and packaging plants in the 70s. Although there were no modern automated production lines, it was entirely feasible to heat seal the film and paper by manual operation.

However, due to limitations in equipment power, uneven edge sealing may occur during mass production, requiring skilled workers to inspect each piece individually.

This is a production model of "handicraft assisting industrialization".

If we want to improve efficiency, we have to import from abroad.

At this point, the dialect sensed the concrete importance of the industrial system.

Fang Yan leaned forward slightly and said:
"I'll contact the publishing house and the plastics factory after I finish eating."

"However, if the plastics factory can't keep up, they can use kraft paper soaked in tung oil as a temporary measure! I saw in books from Southeast Asia that this method was used to wrap salt in the past. It's not very effective at preventing moisture, but it definitely won't spoil within three days."

Qin Kaiyuan thought for a moment and said:

"Let's do it both ways! We'll use the plastic-sealed version for the reconnaissance soldiers, and the kraft paper version for the main force first. This will allow the medical team to test the durability of the two materials on the front lines, and we can have a comparison report next month."

Fang Yan nodded and said:
"Then I'll do as you say."

"Okay! Thank you!" Qin Kaiyuan smiled and raised his glass to Fang Yan.

Fang Yan quickly picked up her teacup with both hands and clinked it with his in a toast instead of drinking wine.

After drinking it.

Then, in dialect, he said:

"The professional version for doctors includes battlefield suture diagrams, and we also had military medics review it to ensure that the terminology matches your first aid manual."

Qin Kaiyuan said:
"Okay! I've written it down. I'll go and explain it to them after I finish eating."

Deng Tietao then added, "The medical team's roster specifically included three comrades who can speak Cantonese, Hokkien, and the local Vietnamese language, so they can communicate well with the locals."

Qin Kaiyuan nodded and said to Deng Tietao:
"You're still thoughtful."

He said:
"During the awards ceremony this afternoon, I added a sentence to your team's certificate: 'A battlefield solution, thanks to logistics.'"

"Don't complain about the short length; this is the highest praise we can give."

“No, that won’t do!” Fang Yan said.

Just then, a soft sound came from the microphone at the front of the banquet hall, interrupting the conversation between the tables.

The political commissar of the General Logistics Department, who was presiding over the meeting, cleared his throat, raised his hand to signal for silence, and his voice, coming through the loudspeaker, had a metallic quality:

"Comrades, let me say a few words before we begin the meal!"

Everyone applauded!

They also applauded, even though it was in dialect.

The political commissar of the General Logistics Department's gaze swept across the room, pausing briefly when it landed on the table with the dialect, before raising his voice:
"The meeting this morning was very thorough. The manuals presented by the TCM practitioners have provided an extra layer of protection for the frontline workers. This is a real contribution."

"But our logistics front has always been united as one... The waterproof first aid kits that the Ordnance Department rushed to make overnight, the puncture-proof rubber shoes newly allocated by the Quartermaster Department, and the anti-malaria decoction that the comrades of the Medical Team brewed for three consecutive nights were all for one goal: to make the soldiers bleed less and win the battle."

He paused, then addressed the crowd:

"The wisdom of traditional Chinese medicine should be promoted, and innovation in other fields should not be neglected."

He then talked about things in the south, basically making the arrangements quite clear, and many people in the room became serious.

As expected, none of the parts of today's meeting were randomly put together. The fact that a traditional Chinese medicine practitioner could speak for half an hour speaks volumes.

Seeing that the atmosphere was getting a little tense, the leader stopped speaking, paused, and said with a smile, "The food is getting cold, so I won't say any more."

"Remember, whether it's traditional Chinese medicine herbs or factory machinery, anything that enables the army to win battles is a valuable skill! Alright, everyone, eat your fill, let's begin!"

The audience applauded again.

At this moment, Deng Tietao couldn't help but ask Elder Xie and the others:
When will there be any action?

Old Xie did not answer but looked at Qin Kaiyuan.

Minister Qin said:
"Ultimately, it depends on what they do over there. The timing isn't right yet, but our logistics team has already received the preparation notice."

"Anyway, we should start doing what we're supposed to do now, and just follow the plan."

"Since the other superiors haven't said anything, I can't just make things up..."

Having said that, he addressed the crowd:

"Come on, everyone, let's eat! We have a meeting this afternoon!"

Then everyone started eating.

Aside from the dialect, everyone else present was guessing the time, but he seemed quite calm, eating and drinking as usual, which made Qin Kaiyuan look at him with new respect.

Considering that Fang Yan was in charge of these projects today, he asked Fang Yan with some curiosity:

"Comrade Fang Yan, how did you come up with the idea to do these things in the first place?"

Fang Yan said with a calm expression:

“It’s news! There are also quite a few international students from that country in our school, and they’re causing trouble on campus. Our school has expelled quite a few of them. At the time, I thought there might be some problems, so when I was in Guangzhou, I went to see Professor Deng and his colleagues.”

"Professor Deng gave me face back then, otherwise my idea would not have been able to come to fruition."

At this point, Fang Yan didn't forget to praise the people from Guangzhou University of Chinese Medicine.

"Speaking of which, Xiao Fang's reputation had already spread to our school by then... He was the top scorer in the national college entrance examination, the youngest famous doctor in Beijing, and even American Western doctors called him the 'Sputnik Crisis'. Before he came, I heard from my apprentice that he had saved someone on the plane."

"Back then, I was very curious about this young man. After meeting and chatting with him, I felt even more that he was someone who could lead traditional Chinese medicine forward. When he asked us for help, how could we refuse? Especially since it was about making prevention and treatment manuals for the troops in the south, we didn't hesitate at all!"

Fang Yan quickly bowed to Professor Deng:

"Oh, Mr. Deng, you flatter me too much! I don't deserve such titles."

Old Xie next to him burst into laughter:

"I knew Professor Deng had a sharp eye. I also thought Xiao Fang was a capable person!"

Fang Yan hadn't expected Old Master Xie to join in, so he quickly cupped his hands in greeting again:
"Please stop praising me, or I'll want to crawl into a hole and hide."

Qin Kaiyuan laughed along, "It's no exaggeration for Dr. Fang to be so well-liked by so many people!"

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