Rebirth 1977 Great Era

Chapter 1217 Those who say it's incurable haven't found the right method; inviting Master Hai Deng for a joint consultation (two chapters combined)
The *Ling Shu* (Spiritual Pivot), Chapter 9, "Nine Needles and Twelve Origins," states: "Even a long-standing illness can be cured. Those that are incurable have not yet mastered the proper techniques."

Although Western medicine invested hundreds of billions of dollars in research from the time it discovered the disease until Fang Yan's time travel, it still failed to find a solution. However, this simple yet profound statement convinced Fang Yan that they must not have found the right solution.

Traditional Chinese medicine has accumulated a wealth of valuable experience over thousands of years of medical practice, and has a rich repertoire of treatments for difficult and complex diseases. While it cannot be said that traditional Chinese medicine has complete confidence in treating cancer, many skilled TCM doctors do have experience in treating various types of cancer.

Although Fang Yan has little experience in treating cancer, he has treated several patients so far.

Moreover, the current treatment results seem to be quite good.

Fang Yan dares not say that he can cure every cancer patient after him, but as long as he has a way, he will never give up on the patient no matter what.

Even if it can't be cured, dialects can improve the quality of life for patients and allow them to live with the disease for a long time.

The human body is very peculiar. Having read so many ancient books, Fang Yan has seen a wide variety of treatment methods.

He believed that there would always be one that would suit the patient.

As for contacting Tao Guangzheng, Fang Yan also plans to do so.

After dinner, Fang Yan went to his study and called Yue Meizhong at the university to get Tao Guangzheng's contact information.

When the call was finally connected, it was answered by Yue Meizhong's family, who said that Professor Yue was not available.

Fang Yan then realized that the other party was still busy with the postgraduate program admissions and the transcripts had not yet been issued, so it was not convenient to contact them.

How to fix it?
Fang Yan hung up the phone.

If you can't find Professor Yue Meizhong, you can try Professor Wang Yuchuan; he only needs the applicant's information anyway.

This time, after calling Professor Wang Yuchuan, he finally answered the phone himself.

The fact that the student asked for the contact information of a candidate by name right away piqued Professor Wang Yuchuan's curiosity.

"I can retrieve the information for you, but why did you suddenly decide to contact him?" Professor Yu Chuan asked Fang Yan on the other end of the phone.

Fang Yan had already prepared an excuse and said to Professor Wang Yuchuan:
"Among the graduate students from Hebei, I had a deep impression of him, so I plan to contact him and ask if he has any plans to join my research institute."

Professor Yuchuan was surprised to hear Fang Yan's words:

"Oh? Out of so many people, you only set your sights on this one? Well, he must be quite talented!"

He said in dialect:

"His family has been practicing traditional Chinese medicine for nine generations, so he is indeed quite skilled."

Professor Tamagawa muttered on the phone:
"Tao Guangzheng...that name sounds familiar!"

Fang Yan was taken aback and asked:

"You know him too?"

Professor Tamagawa said:

"Let me find the information for you and get back to you as soon as possible!"

“Okay!” Fang Yan agreed.

Fang Yan then spent her time in the study reviewing new medical records about brain diseases while waiting for Professor Yu Chuan's call.

It was already 11 p.m., and he still hadn't called.

In the end, Fang Yan had no choice but to run back to her bedroom to sleep.

Zhu Lin noticed this, and when Fang Yan massaged her before bed, she asked him:
How confident are you about Aunt Wang Huiyuan's condition?

Fang Yan didn't lie to his wife, saying:
"I'm 30% confident I can do it myself."

Upon hearing the dialect, Zhu Lin smiled and said:

"This isn't like you. Is this disease more difficult than idiopathic pulmonary fibrosis?"

Fang Yan paused in his actions and said:
"They're about the same, but Aunt Wang Huiyuan's illness is relatively recent, so the chances of treatment might be slightly higher."

Zhu Lin nodded and asked:
"You said you're 30% confident on your own, so you're planning to find help?"

He began massaging again, speaking in a dialect:
"Yes, I have that idea. I've already thought of someone to contact, but I don't have their contact information yet."

"Huh?!" Zhu Lin was taken aback.

He said in dialect:

“During the last postgraduate entrance exam, there was a candidate from Hebei whose family had been practicing medicine for nine generations and who possessed a secret formula for auxiliary treatment.”

"I came here so late tonight because I was waiting for Professor Tamagawa to find my contact information."

"However, I wasn't openly eyeing the secret formula in their hands. My plan was to get them into the research institute first..."

Zhu Lin was also surprised that dialects had so many twists and turns. She laughed and said:

"You always have a way!"

He laughed in dialect:

"Thank you for the compliment, my wife!"

After the couple had finished praising each other, Zhu Lin said:
"By the way, you said you're going to see a doctor tomorrow, you should bring some gift with you, right? Let me prepare something for you?"

Nodding in dialect:

"Okay, you make the decision."

It would be good if Her Majesty could have some involvement in the use of dialects.

After the massage, I lay down to sleep.

I was quite tired after a busy day working on the dialect, so I fell asleep and it was already early the next morning.

Fang Yan had just finished her morning exercise and hadn't even washed up when the phone in the study rang.

Fang Yan quickly went to the study to answer the phone.

The call was indeed from Professor Wang Yuchuan.

He immediately addressed the dialect speaker, asking:

"Are you sure you're not mistaken about the Tao Guangzheng you're looking for?"

"Huh?" Fang Yan was somewhat taken aback. He asked:

"What's wrong?"

Professor Wang Yuchuan said:
“I only found one Tao Guangzheng, and he’s not from Hebei.”

“Last night I went through the documents for a long time, and I only found a Tao Guangzheng in the XJ documents. There is no one in Hebei with that name.”

"Huh?" Fang Yan was also stunned.

Professor Wang Yuchuan asked him:
"How old is this Tao Guangzheng you mentioned?"

He said in dialect:

"In your thirties, I guess!"

Professor Wang Yuchuan said:
"The one here is also in his thirties. He graduated from our school in 1968 and is the director of Xiangyang Hospital in Altay Prefecture, Xinjiang."

Fang Yan had a sudden inspiration and said:

"That must be him!"

“He’s from Hebei, but his place of origin was changed when he was transferred. He was the only one in XJ, so he mixed up with his fellow Hebei natives.”

Professor Tamagawa paused for a second, then said:

"Should I give you my contact information? Or should I send it to him directly under the school's name?"

He said in dialect:

"No need to trouble you, just give me your contact information and I'll send him a telegram in the name of the research institute!"

Professor Tamagawa said:

"That works too. He probably wants to be transferred back, otherwise he wouldn't be taking the postgraduate entrance exam. You have a great chance."

"Thank you for your help!" Fang Yan said.

It's obvious that Professor Tamagawa had a very busy night.

However, he still said:
"Oh, you're being polite!"

Professor Yuchuan then gave Fang Yan his contact information, which Fang Yan wrote down before hanging up the phone.

After breakfast, I checked the wards.

Fang Yan arrived at the research institute and sent a telegram to Tao Guangzheng in XJ under the name of this institute.

After sending the telegram, Fang Yan stayed at the research institute for a while.

I've looked at the briefings from the past two days.

I didn't come yesterday, but some experts have already returned.

They were still from Guangdong, and their dialect was both funny and exasperating. Despite being from such a faraway place, they were the ones who came the most.

They arrived in Beijing yesterday, and today they are still arranging accommodations and everything for their families. Huang Li is in charge, and Fang Yan originally said he would go and visit.

Then Vice President Zhao Xiwu called me again, saying that the investigation into Kobayashi Pharmaceutical had made progress.

The news came from Japan immediately.

Kobayashi Pharmaceutical's situation is currently better than ever, making it a good time for cooperation. The higher-ups are asking us to figure out how to negotiate, and then meet with Kobayashi Kazuya tomorrow to reach a preliminary agreement.

They are returning home after signing the friendship treaty yesterday.

We need to express a clear stance before they return to their home countries so that we can begin further cooperation.

Of course, I have no objection to this dialect.

Based on the three requirements I had previously put forward, I have added some data-related elements while keeping them unchanged, using rigid clauses to build a risk firewall; turning risk into a controlled trial, and whether or not we will cooperate ultimately depends on whether the substantial evidence Kobayashi provides in the next two weeks can dispel China's doubts.

After everything was settled, it was already eleven o'clock.

Fang Yan didn't have time to look for anyone, since she had to visit Aunt Wang Huiyuan in the afternoon.

As soon as I drove home and entered the yard, I saw Zhao Zhengyi and Sophia practicing boxing under the shade of a cypress tree on the side of the yard.

There were also two bald monks beside them, giving instructions to the two.

Upon closer inspection, one could tell that these were Master Haiteng's two disciples.
"Master Haiteng has arrived?" Fang Yan asked An Dong, who was sitting to the side watching the show.

Anton nodded:

"Yes, inside the room!"

Fang Yan entered the main hall and, as expected, saw his father and father-in-law drinking tea with the master.

Upon seeing Fang Yan return, Master Hai Deng was about to stand up, but Fang Yan quickly waved his hand, telling him not to be so polite.

Then they asked:
"What brings you here, Master?"

Master Hai Deng said:

"This morning when I woke up, I saw an old friend. He said he saw you yesterday, and I felt a pang of sympathy, so I thought I'd come over and chat with you about some difficult cases." "But when I got here, I remembered you had work to do. I was planning to leave, but then..."

After saying that, he glanced at his father.

The old man chimed in:

"I told you you'd be back soon. We invited you to have some tea here. We've prepared vegetarian dishes for lunch today, so we thought you could have a simple meal here."

After hearing the reason for Master Haiteng's visit, Fang Yan nodded.

The old monk has quite a wide network of connections. The people who came to him for medical treatment yesterday were all his former superiors, weren't they?

Suddenly, a thought struck him.

Eh!
This afternoon I was going to visit Aunt Wang Huiyuan, whose condition is a rare and difficult case described in traditional Chinese medicine texts.

Although he had a plan to obtain the secret recipe from Tao Guangzheng, Tao was far away in XJ at the moment, and it was too late to help him in his immediate predicament.

The Master Hai Deng before us has traveled far and wide and has seen much, so he may have unique insights into strange craniocerebral diseases!
He immediately bowed to the master and said:
“Oh dear, what a coincidence! Master, you’ve come at just the right time! This afternoon I was going to treat an elder, whose illness falls under the categories of ‘true headache’ and ‘brain carbuncle’ in Traditional Chinese Medicine, and is called a glioma in Western medicine.”

"It is a malignant sore in the skull, like tree roots entangled in the brain marrow, and the patient has already shown signs of delirium."

"I wonder if the master would be interested?"

Master Haiteng paused in his hand, which was twirling the prayer beads, and continued in dialect:
Although ancient books contain discussions on "fire toxin attacking the clear orifices" and "phlegm and blood stasis obstructing the marrow sea," they rarely provide detailed treatment methods.

"Master, you have traveled extensively for decades. If you have encountered similar strange illnesses, could you please lend your discerning eye to offer some insights?"

The old monk asked in dialect:

"What does this person do? Do you know their birth date and time?"

Fang Yan was taken aback, not expecting Master Hai Deng to ask this. But then, remembering that he used to be a Taoist doctor, she suddenly understood.

So he answered truthfully:
"This patient is an old friend of my mother's, surnamed Wang. She worked at the Ministry of Health before she got sick. As for her exact birth date and time... I really don't know. I can only ask her family when the time comes."

The old man, standing to the side, asked curiously:
"Master, do you need to consider birth date and time to treat illnesses?"

Master Haiteng picked up the prayer beads again with his fingertips and said with a smile:
“Generally speaking, we don’t look at it. However, there is a saying in Taoist medicine that a doctor treats tangible diseases, but also needs to observe intangible qi. Birth date and time are related to innate endowment. The brain is the sea of ​​marrow and belongs to the extraordinary organs, which are most closely related to innate primordial qi. If her innate endowment is depleted, her sea of ​​marrow is already insufficient, and it will be even more difficult to resist the invasion of evil toxins.”

"..." Dad looked bewildered, his mouth agape, unsure how to answer.

He said in dialect:

"Gliomas are closely related to genes. A more scientific explanation is that they are caused by congenital deficiencies or genetic factors."

Only then did Dad understand.

He nodded to the master.

At this moment, Master Haiteng looked at Fang Yan and said with a smile:

"Young friend Fang's point is very interesting!"

He paused, then asked, "Did this patient exhibit any unusual symptoms before the onset of the illness? For example, nightmares, sensitivity to wind on the top of the head, or hair loss on the pillow upon waking in the morning?"

Fang Yan recalled his mother's words and shook his head:
“My mom said that she was perfectly fine a few days ago, able to sit and chat with me, and even said she wanted to make tiger-head shoes for my unborn child. But then she suddenly became unwell, like she had a sudden illness. Besides, I saw her more than ten days ago, and she seemed quite energetic then, without any problems at all.”

“Those that develop suddenly are mostly due to the sudden onset of pathogenic factors.” Master Hai Deng pondered, “Regarding carbuncles, ancient books say that ‘the external symptoms appear mild, but the internal symptoms are already festering.’ It may seem like the onset is rapid, but in reality, the pathogenic factors have been dormant in the marrow for a long time. When faced with emotional distress or overwork, they will take the opportunity to erupt, like a sudden burst of subterranean fire breaking through the earth’s crust.”

The old man chimed in from the side, "Master, Western medicine says this disease is difficult to treat, but does Traditional Chinese Medicine really have a solution?"

The old monk smiled slightly and tapped the table lightly with his knuckles: "Buddhism teaches 'the coming together of causes and conditions,' and the same applies to medicine. Even the most potent poison can be overcome if its weaknesses can be found."

"This may be a place where phlegm and blood stasis have accumulated, or a gap where the body's vital energy still exists, so one can take advantage of the situation to fight back."

He paused after speaking, and then continued:
“I met an old monk on Mount Emei in my early years. He used the method of ‘guiding the poison downward’, using Asarum and Ligusticum to open the Du meridian, and combined with Rhubarb and Glauber’s salt to open the bowels, so that the fire toxins attacking upward could be expelled through the urination and defecation. Although it did not completely cure the patient, it allowed the patient to live for three more years and he did not suffer severe pain at the time of death.”

Fang Yan's heart skipped a beat. Three years? That's a bit short.

However, if the progression can be slowed down, it will still be helpful for treating myself with Tao Guangzheng's secret formula.

He picked up the conversation and said:
“Drawing the toxins down to be expelled? This idea does align with the ‘treating the upper body by treating the lower body’ principle mentioned in the book. But the problem is, the brain is located at the very top of the head, so how can we ensure that the medicine’s effects reach there? This is not an easy task.”

"We need to use the channels of Qi and blood," Master Hai Deng said.

He paused, then gestured to himself:
"The Du meridian runs through the spine and into the brain, while the Dai meridian encircles the waist and abdomen. If medicine can be guided to ascend along these two meridians, it is like climbing a ladder to deliver medicine. But this ladder must be 'stable'. Astragalus and Angelica sinensis are used to replenish qi and blood to form the ladder body, and centipede and scorpion are used to unblock the meridians to form the steps, so that the medicine can be carried into the brain."

He looked at Fang Yan, his eyes filled with expectation:

"Young friend Fang is skilled in diagnosis and treatment, and he must understand that treating this disease is like demolishing a dilapidated building. We cannot force it down, lest we destroy everything; nor can we sit idly by and let it collapse. We need to gradually remove the toxins and evils, while at the same time strengthening the foundation of the brain and internal organs with medicine."

Fang Yan nodded in agreement, stroked his chin, and then said:
“Now that you mention it, Master, I suddenly remembered the Tuoli Disinfecting Powder in the Orthodox Manual of Surgery. That formula was originally for treating skin sores, but its principle of ‘replenishing the body’s vital energy and expelling toxins’ might be applicable to this disease.”

"But there's something I can't figure out. The brain is inside the skull, unlike sores on the outside. If the toxin is to be expelled, where does it go? It can't be treated like a skin sore, by draining it out through the wound, can it?"

Master Haiteng smiled, his wrinkles etched deep around his eyes: “Now that you’ve thought of it, you should understand that the key to ‘guiding’ lies not in the medicine, but in the Qi. If the patient can still swallow, the medicine can be dripped into the nose to open the orifices of the brain; if the patient cannot swallow, moxibustion can be applied to Baihui and Fengfu acupoints to guide the medicine’s power through the meridians with the warmth of the moxa. However, when performing moxibustion, it is important to use a ‘pecking’ motion, as if startling or waking the patient, in order to disturb the dormant Qi.”

As they were talking, Zhu Lin asked from the side:
"Master, would it be convenient for us to go and take a look this afternoon? It would also be good for the dialect to learn more."

Master Haiteng looked at Fang Yan, and seeing that he was also looking at him, he nodded and said:
"Very well. I came here to investigate difficult questions, so I might as well examine the pulse and tongue, and perhaps offer a few words of insight."

Fang Yan quickly stood up and clasped his hands in greeting:

"Thank you so much, Master! You are so knowledgeable and insightful. Your words have been more enlightening than I have spent half a day studying medical records."

The old monk waved his hand politely and said:
"It is the duty of doctors to consult each other. Why don't we set off sooner? If we go too late, the evil influence may have increased."

Upon hearing this, Fang Yan stood up and said:

"I'll go check out the kitchen."

"Alright, let's eat as soon as possible."

Soon Fang Yan arrived in the kitchen. Today, her eldest sister, second sister, sister-in-law, and Song Jian were busy. They had experience in making vegetarian dishes, but the taste was another story.

Fang Yan noticed that there were still a few dishes that hadn't been cooked, so he quickly took over and cooked a few vegetarian dishes himself.

It's quite obvious that we've widened the gap with them.

After Fang Yan finished cooking, his mother and mother-in-law also came home from get off work.

Fang Yan had just brought out the dishes when he said to his mother, who hadn't yet entered the main hall:

"In the afternoon, Master Haiteng and I went together to see Aunt Wang Huiyuan."

The old woman was taken aback:
"Who? Master?"

He said in dialect:

"I told you about Fan Changting's uncle, Master Haiteng!"

The old woman suddenly realized:

"Oh! Where is he?"

Fang Yan gestured with his chin toward the main hall:
“He’s right inside. He came here after we went to work this morning.”

After saying that, he gestured to the dishes in his hand:
"Look, today's dishes are all vegetarian."

That's when my mother realized what was happening.

He quickly straightened his clothes and followed Fang Yan into the main hall. As soon as he entered, he saw Master Hai Deng sitting upright in a chair and hurriedly stepped forward to pay his respects.

"Master Haiteng, you've arrived! I've heard of you before, what a rare guest!"

Fang Yan introduced his mother to Master Hai Deng.

Upon hearing this, Master Haiteng greeted him.

After my mother sat down, she heard him speak in dialect about birth dates and times, and she was immediately troubled:
"I really can't remember Hye-won's birth date and time."

"Back then, the couple always said that their daughter's birth chart was incompatible with hers; they should have known this among their own family."

Master Hai Deng said:

"No rush, we can ask when we get to her house."

Before we knew it, the food was on the table. The stir-fried vegetables were vibrant green, the tofu balls were fragrant with oil, and the cold wood ear mushroom salad was refreshingly sweet and sour—all made by Fang Yan himself.

He called everyone to eat in his dialect. Although there was no meat on this hot day, these refreshing vegetarian dishes were still quite nice to have.

Master Hai Deng picked up his chopsticks, tasted the shiitake mushrooms and bok choy, and raised his eyebrows slightly:

"Young friend Fang's cooking skills are even better than the vegetarian dishes in the temple. He can stir-fry ordinary green vegetables and make them taste sweet, which shows that he has a very precise control of the heat."

He laughed in dialect:

"You flatter me, Master. I just practice a lot at home."

The father-in-law joked from the side:
"He has many other skills, but he really puts a lot of effort into cooking. Linlin was attracted to him because of his cooking skills back then."

Zhu Lin blushed and poured Master Hai Deng a bowl of porridge:
"Please eat more, Master. I'll need your help again this afternoon."

The meal was lively and cheerful. My mother was still thinking about Wang Huiyuan, so she didn't linger. After resting for a while after the meal, she urged us to set off.

After they finished eating, just as Fang Yan and the others were about to leave, Lao Hu returned from the factory in Chaoyang Dongba.

Upon hearing that Fang Yan and Master Hai Deng had gone to treat Wang Huiyuan, he immediately said that he wanted to go too.

It seems he had nothing to do this afternoon, otherwise he wouldn't have acted this way.

So Fang Yan simply called his three apprentices, along with Master Hai Deng and Lao Hu, and set off in two cars toward the Ministry of Health at No. 1 Xizhimenwai South Road, Xicheng District.

Aunt Wang Huiyuan lives in the residential compound of her workplace over there.

When Zhu Lin left, she also brought the gifts she had prepared for visiting the patients.

At 1 p.m., they arrived at the entrance of the Ministry of Health's residential compound.

There are armed guards here, and they have to show their identities and register before they can go in.

The main reason is that the people living here are of different status; many important leaders live here.

Fortunately, Fang Yan's identity was still useful. After the check, the sentry called his superior for instructions, and Fang Yan took the call and spoke with a leader inside before they were allowed in.

Fang Yan originally thought that with so many people, they wouldn't be able to get in.

Fortunately, I still have some dignity.

Just as we arrived at the entrance of Aunt Wang Huiyuan's building, Vice Minister Li's secretary, Secretary Huang, arrived.

Secretary Huang quickly stepped forward, his face somewhat solemn. He first shook hands with Fang Yan, then his gaze swept rapidly over the group of people behind him:

"When the sentry called to report just now, Vice Minister Li happened to be there and specifically instructed... to keep the treatment process as low-key as possible and not let too many people know about it."

After pausing, he added:
"This disease is special after all. If it recurs, I'm afraid some people with ulterior motives will use it against us."

Clearly, this is still aimed at protecting his cure rate.

Fang Yan nodded, her tone calm: "Secretary Huang, don't worry, we understand. I'm just here to check on Aunt Wang's health and prescribe some remedies."

He glanced at Master Hai Deng, who clasped his hands together and nodded, clearly having no objection.

"I'm glad you understand." Secretary Huang breathed a sigh of relief and smiled. "Everyone's waiting inside. I'll take you up."

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

(End of this chapter)