Rebirth 1977 Great Era

Chapter 1187 The August 1st Medal for Dialects, the Air Force General Hospital's Intention (Bonus Chapter for Monthly Tickets)

In the afternoon, at the auditorium of the Jingxi Hotel.

The auditorium was solemn and dignified, with deep red curtains hanging on both sides, and the military emblem in the center of the stage shining brightly under the overhead lights.

As soon as the audience entered, they noticed that several reporters with cameras hanging around their necks had appeared in the gaps between the seats in the afternoon, their lens caps clutched in their hands, ready to pounce.

There were even two more cameras.

It looks like the afternoon segment is going to be used for promotional purposes.

They must have started setting this up while Fang Yan and the others were eating.

The venue was somewhat different from the one in the morning.

There were more flower baskets, and some banners had been changed. In the gift area, there were kraft paper boxes tied with red ribbons, and the edges of enamel mugs and notebooks were vaguely visible.

As attendees entered the hall one after another, the clicking sound of film advances and the muffled thud of leather boots on the ground created a unique background sound. Fang Yan noticed this subtle change as soon as he stepped into the hall.

After everyone was seated, the leaders from the morning session took the stage, and then a clear hum came from the loudspeaker, followed by the leaders' voices:

"I hereby announce that the commendation ceremony for the 51st anniversary of the founding of the People's Liberation Army will now commence!"

Applause erupted from the audience, and camera shutters clicked.

Then the leader picked up a list and read it aloud:

"The first batch of projects to be commended are military technology innovation projects!"

The applause erupted like thunder again. The first round was for the elite military engineers.

The engineers from the relevant units who were called up quickly went up on stage. The honor guards carried red velvet trays containing medals, certificates of merit, and honorary certificates, as well as a gift bag for each person.

After they went on stage, the leaders came up and put red ribbons on them.

The cameras in the audience were clicking away.

People came up on stage one after another.

The second round is communication support.

The third round was for Fang Yan and his group.

Fang Yan and Deng Tietao stood up at the same time. Their dark blue Zhongshan suits and white shirts contrasted sharply with the military green uniforms of most of the people present in the beam of light.

Amid applause, Fang Yan and his entourage walked along the red carpet toward the stage.

Deng Tietao walked at the front, subconsciously straightening the hem of his Zhongshan suit. He was still a little nervous with so many people watching.

Once on stage, Fang Yan and the others stood in a row.

Looking at the sea of ​​people below the stage, and the occasional flashes of light from cameras.

On the red velvet tray carried by the honor guard, the gold-embossed certificate had a soft glow around its edges. Qin Kaiyuan came over and tied a big red ribbon and flower around Fang Yan's neck, then patted him on the shoulder with a smile.

Then, the political commissar of the General Logistics Department picked up the certificate, the top one.

Fang Yan's gaze swept over the words "Traditional Chinese Medicine Battlefield Medical Support Team".

At this moment, the leader's voice was transmitted throughout the room through the microphone:
"Some time ago, the company was issued the 'Southern Xinjiang Tropical Jungle Warfare Survival Manual'... They turned the 'malaria-curing prescriptions' from ancient books and the stalks of Artemisia annua into life-saving charms in the rainforest, and turned the heart-breaking grass, which no one in the deep mountains and forests recognized, into a treasure that scouts could recognize at a glance! The wild grass by the roadside has also become a good thing that can be used to set off at any time when there are mosquitoes denser than bullets."

"Some people think traditional Chinese medicine is slow-acting? But this very manual has reduced the number of soldiers suffering from heatstroke in the rainforest by 30%!"

In his speech, the leader affirmed the role that dialects had previously played.

Then, the author mentioned Fang Yan's "Comprehensive Explanation of Materia Medica of Southern Xinjiang," which was submitted today. The certificate was awarded to Fang Yan and all the participants from Guangzhou University of Chinese Medicine.

After the book "Comprehensive Explanation of Materia Medica in Southern Xinjiang" is distributed to the grassroots level, further rewards will be given based on the feedback received.

Then the leaders began to distribute certificates of merit.

When Fang Yan bent down to accept the certificate, he saw the eight characters: "A good battlefield remedy, thanks to logistics."

The moment the medal was pinned to his chest, the cool metal felt hot against his shirt. He glanced at Deng Tietao's medal, which reflected the military emblem on the podium. Although the old professor's salute was not standard, it made several leaders in the front row nod at the same time.

The dialect speaker also imitated the gesture and gave a salute.

The leader also raised his hand in salute.

Thunderous applause erupted from the audience, and cameras flashed from all angles.

Then Fang Yan and the others also received the gift box, which should contain commemorative enamel mugs and kettles.

I just saw that someone else opened it below.

Then, Fang Yan and the others stepped down, and it was the turn of the people from the Air Force General Hospital to take the stage.

After getting down, Fang Yan opened the gift box and looked at the contents. In addition to the water cup and kettle, there was a bound volume of the "PLA Daily" with a gold-embossed cover. The title page read "Presented to comrades who have made contributions to the cause of national defense and medical care."

Tucked inside was a yellowed battlefield photograph showing a medic treating a wounded soldier using methods from a manual. In the corner, a makeshift cooling pack made of banana leaves could be seen.

In addition, there was a copper-barreled fountain pen with small patterns engraved on the cap and the characters "August 1st" printed on the body.

The medal pinned to Fang Yan's chest is a round bronze medal about three centimeters in diameter.

At the top of the front is a golden "August 1st" military emblem, and below the emblem are two crossed patterns.

On the left is a silver needle entwined with rice ears, and on the right is a hoe surrounded by olive branches. The tips of the silver needles gleam with a matte finish, while the blade of the hoe has been specially treated with a glossy finish, making it look like a small mirror hidden under the light.

The medal has fine gear patterns engraved on the edge, and the back is engraved with "1978 National Defense Medical Contribution Award" in intaglio, with a very small number at the bottom.

Fang Yan, who never served a single day in the military, has already won two military medals.

The others were also quite excited; some of them were receiving this kind of reward for the first time.

Having lived most of their lives, who would have thought that helping Fang Yan would bring them such an honor?
……

As the awards ceremony drew to a close, the leader stepped onto the podium and pressed his hands down three times to stop the thunderous applause.

He straightened the microphone, the metal stand emitting a harsh scraping sound in the silence.

Amidst thunderous applause, he stood at attention and saluted, and all the leaders behind him raised their hands in unison. Then the leader began to speak:
"The comrades in the military industry treated lathes like battlefields, reducing the error of artillery shells by half a meter; the communications soldiers strung up lines in the torrential rain, making the command post's instructions faster than lightning; and the traditional Chinese medicine team showed us that... the inconspicuous grass by the roadside may be a hundred times more life-saving, three silver needles can be equivalent to half a medical team, and a medicinal hoe can be equivalent to half an ammunition box!"

"Some say logistics is secondary? But the frontline soldiers need bullets for their guns, rations for their stomachs, and bandages for their wounds. The tools in each of your hands are weapons to defend our country! Military blueprints, communication codes, and traditional Chinese medicine prescriptions, put together, are the symbol of victory!"

The leader paused briefly, his gaze falling on the row of medals bearing the dialect:

"Don't underestimate this bronze medal on your chest; it's heavier than pure gold! Because the back is engraved not only with the year, but also with the less blood our soldiers shed and the less suffering they endured in the rainforest!"

Finally, he stood at attention again, his military boots clicking crisply on the floor: "On behalf of the General Logistics Department, I salute all comrades who have contributed to the cause of national defense!"

The more than one thousand people present also stood up and saluted.

The leader's salute lasted for three seconds amidst applause before he lowered his arm.

Then he grabbed the red schedule on the table, paused his fingertips on the last page, and suddenly raised his voice eight octaves: "I hereby declare the 51st Anniversary of the Founding of the Army Working Conference a complete success!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the applause from the entire audience exploded like a powder keg being lit, instantly turning into a deafening roar that even made the air tremble.

The leader raised his hand to signal for quiet, and after the applause subsided, he picked up the microphone and added:

"Take this back to your respective units and implement the follow-up work according to plan!"

Then military songs began playing on the radio.

The soldiers present joined in the singing: "Forward, forward, forward! Our ranks march towards the sun..."

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The melody of the military song still echoed in the auditorium, while the dialect followed the flow of people out, and they were dazzled by the afternoon sun as soon as they reached the door.

There were also cameras waiting outside the door. Fang Yan and the others who received medals were called aside to take individual photos as souvenirs, which will be sent to their original units later.

These people are all personnel within the military.

Fang Yan and the others weren't worried about leaks, and even if his identity were leaked, it wouldn't be a big deal.

Anyway, there are plenty of people watching him.

After Fang Yan finished taking his photo, while Deng Tietao and the others were taking theirs, he went to find a telephone.

He called home, and Lao Hu was still there. After briefly explaining the situation in his dialect, he asked Lao Hu to bring two cars to pick them up, since there were quite a few people there today.

The car would take at least half an hour to arrive, so Fang Yan went back to wait for them to line up for their photos.

While he was waiting, some people came over to greet him.

These are all part of the military medical system.

They worked hard for a year, but in the end, Fang Yan and his team still came out on top. However, their loss was not unjustified, as Fang Yan and his team accurately hit the points that the leaders cared about in their two moves.

Moreover, its practical value has been recognized by the soldiers in the companies below.

Some people at the Air Force General Hospital know Fang Yan. Previously, Wei Geng brought people to Fang Yan for help in treating arachnoiditis at the base of the skull, and it was Fang Yan who helped with the treatment (see Chapter 746).
Although Wei Geng didn't come this time, many people in their unit had heard him talk about this. Traditional Chinese medicine treatments are very effective, and many of them had personally witnessed Wei Geng using a prescription written in dialect to cure people.

Since then, they have had a different understanding of traditional Chinese medicine.

Seeing the achievements of traditional Chinese medicine in the military system today, the people from the Air Force General Hospital also want to talk to Fang Yan and his colleagues about medical cooperation.

"Cooperation is certainly welcome!"

"Let's set a time later to discuss the cooperation properly!" Fang Yan said to them.

The Air Force General Hospital here wants Fang Yan to provide them with technical support.

Fang Yan wanted the Air Force General Hospital to add a traditional Chinese medicine medical system; he was willing to do whatever it took to increase its influence.

Both parties quickly reached an agreement and agreed to go to the Huaxia Academy of Traditional Chinese Medicine in a few days to invite the academy's leaders to work on a project together.

Then, Deng Tietao and his group finished taking photos. Fang Yan glanced at the time and led them to the parking lot.

It's about time now, Lao Hu and the others should have arrived by now.

Sure enough, as soon as we arrived at the parking lot, we saw Lao Hu's Mercedes and his father-in-law's Volvo already parked outside.

At first, Fang Yan thought it was Xiao Lin driving a Volvo, but when he looked, he found out that his father-in-law was driving this time.

Fang Yan said to Deng Tietao and his group:

"Our car has arrived and is parked outside. Let's divert traffic."

Professor Liu Shichang said to Deng Tietao and his apprentice:

"Professor Deng and Huaimin, please take Dr. Fang's car. We'll sit outside."

“Okay!” the two agreed.

Then the others went out, and Fang Yan called Deng Tietao and Shen Huaimin over. They got into the car and drove off.

Upon arriving at the entrance, Fang Yan got out of the car and introduced the people present to Lao Hu.

Old Hu greeted everyone and then introduced his father-in-law in dialect.

Everyone was quite surprised to hear that even the father-in-law, who spoke with a regional accent, had come to pick them up in person.

Goodness, the father-in-law made a phone call and the son-in-law called him over to be the driver?

What level of status has the dialect reached in the family?

I don't know what they were thinking, but after a brief introduction, I asked them to get in the car.

Next, the three cars headed together towards Fang Yan's home.

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