Rebirth 1977 Great Era

Chapter 1218 Visiting for Medical Treatment, with Secretary Huang as Escort (Bonus Chapter for Monthly Tickets)
Upon entering the building, we walked upstairs. The stairwell was paved with terrazzo, giving it a sophisticated feel. Secretary Huang led the group to the third floor.

He stopped in front of a door painted off-white and said:

"arrive."

Then I gently tapped it three times.

"Comrade Zhang!" he called out to the inside.

Then the door opened quickly, and a face with graying temples appeared; it was Wang Huiyuan's husband, Lao Zhang.

His eyes were covered with dark circles, and when he saw Fang Yan and his group, his eyes reddened first. He quickly stepped aside and said, "Secretary Huang, you've come too!"

Secretary Huang mentioned it:
"Comrade Fang Yan, come here. The leaders attach great importance to this."

After saying that, he stepped aside to let Fang Yan go in first.

Old Zhang was taken aback, then immediately understood, and said to Fang Yan:

"Dr. Fang, we've been waiting for you... Please come in, please come in."

A faint smell of Chinese medicine filled the room. Sitting on the sofa in the living room was a young woman in her twenties, Wang Huiyuan's daughter, Zhang Li. She quickly stood up when she saw people come in.

"Aunt He!" Her voice was hoarse as she greeted her and then lowered her head.

Mother He Huiru introduced the accompanying group to the two family members:

"This is our third son, Fangyan. This is Master Haiteng, who is very accomplished in traditional Chinese medicine. He came here specifically to help check on Huiyuan's condition." After saying that, he pointed to Lao Hu and bodyguard Lao Cui behind him, as well as Fangyan's three apprentices and Master Haiteng's two apprentices.

There were quite a few people in the group.

Old Zhang hurriedly greeted the crowd and bowed with his hands clasped together in a gesture of respect to Master Hai Deng:

"Thank you all for coming. Hye-won's illness... has really troubled you all."

Master Hai Deng returned the greeting with his palms together.

Fang Yan's gaze swept over the furnishings in the room. A family photo hung on the wall, an unfinished bowl of herbal medicine sat on the table, and there was a sewing machine on the balcony and a pattern for tiger-head shoes over there.

"Please have a seat, everyone. Xiao Li will go and pour tea for everyone."

“Let’s talk about the circumstances surrounding Auntie’s illness first,” Fang Yan said, getting straight to the point after sitting down. “What were the circumstances when she fell ill?”

Old Zhang licked his lips, thought for a moment, and remained silent for a while before speaking:

"That weekend afternoon around 3 p.m., she was sewing something on the sewing machine on the balcony, and I was reading the newspaper in the living room when I suddenly heard a 'bang'."

"I heard the sound of the sewing machine pedal falling to the ground. I thought the machine had broken down again. I ran over and found her lying on the machine with a big bump on her forehead. She wouldn't respond when I called her."

He swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing rapidly.

"I quickly helped her up. Her eyes were half open, her gaze was blank, and she was muttering, 'There are bugs... lots of bugs crawling into my brain.' She kept scratching her head, and her fingernails scratched her scalp raw."

"I wanted to pour her some water, but she suddenly started convulsing. Her arms and legs went stiff, and white foam came out of her mouth. I was so scared that I immediately called an ambulance."

Zhang Li brought over the tea, and she added:

"When the ambulance arrived, my mother had stopped convulsing, but her face was flushed red, and her breathing was very labored, like a bellows. When she got to the hospital, they did a CT scan, and the doctor said there was something in her brain that had wrapped around the surrounding blood vessels, causing the nerves to discharge randomly, which was why she was having convulsions and talking nonsense..."

Zhang Li's eyes were filled with tears:
“The night before, she mentioned that her left eye was seeing things a little blurry. This morning, while washing the dishes, she dropped and broke a plate. She also said that her arm suddenly felt weak… We didn’t think much of it. Who knew it was caused by this illness…”

Old Zhang picked up the conversation, his voice muffled:
"The doctor said this tumor is growing strangely, it will 'spread' all over the brain, and surgery can't remove it completely. Even if it is removed, it will grow wildly. So we should bring it back and let it grow at home."

"I knew it was Western medicine that was ineffective."

"She's been in a coma ever since. She occasionally wakes up and can recognize people, but she speaks very weakly, has difficulty standing up and walking, and doesn't eat much. We found a traditional Chinese medicine doctor nearby who prescribed some medicine for her to drink, but she can't drink much of it when she wakes up, and then she falls asleep again."

After saying that, he glanced at Secretary Huang and then said:

“We were really out of options. We know that Fang Yan is a skilled doctor, so we thought of calling him to ask for his help.”

Upon hearing this, Secretary Huang said:

"Comrade Lao Zhang, your situation is known to the higher authorities. Comrade Fang Yan can come for treatment, but no matter what the outcome, this matter must not be spread outside."

"Understood, understood!" Comrade Zhang nodded repeatedly.

Fang Yan said, "Shall we go see Aunt Huiyuan now?"

Old Zhang and Zhang Li stood up and said, "Please!" Then they led everyone into the room.

Upon opening the bedroom door, everyone saw Wang Huiyuan lying on the bed.

Fang Yan and his group followed Old Zhang and his daughter into the bedroom.

The room was dimly lit, and the windows were drawn with thin curtains.

Wang Huiyuan lay quietly on the bed, her face pale and haggard, her breathing weak and even, as if she were in a coma.

There was a small, recently scabbed scar on her forehead, likely from when she bumped her head on the sewing machine during her attack.

“He’s still unconscious, so he might not be able to cooperate…” Secretary Huang said to Fang Yan.

Fang Yan waved his hand and said:
"It's alright, let me check your pulse first."

After speaking in dialect, he came to the bedside. There happened to be a small stool there. After sitting down, he extended three fingers and carefully placed them on Wang Huiyuan's wrist at the cunkou pulse point, while observing Wang Huiyuan's complexion.

His once healthy complexion was now pale and dull, with visible blue veins on his forehead and pale, dark lips.

"Do you have a flashlight?" Fang Yan asked.

"Yes!" Old Zhang immediately took it out of the drawer and handed it to Fang Yan.

Fang Yan didn't give a result, but pointed at Wang Huiyuan's mouth and said:
"I'll open Aunt Wang's mouth, and you can keep an eye on it for me."

"Okay!" Old Zhang nodded.

At this moment, Master Haiteng said:
"Young friend Fang, shall I help you?"

Upon hearing this, Fang Yan immediately nodded.

Then Master Hai Deng came over, and with a flick of his wrist, he pried open Wang Huiyuan's chin, and her mouth opened.

There's no tongue depressor here, so I'll just have to make do.

When the flashlight shone in, everyone saw that the tongue was dark purple in color, and the whole tongue looked duller and more shrunken than normal, with less tongue coating.

It cannot be seen under the tongue.

"Alright!" Fang Yan didn't intend to watch it either.

The tongue is purplish-dark with a dry coating, the face is pale and the lips are dark, the patient is in a coma, and there is a history of limb rigidity and convulsions.

Fang Yan continued taking the pulse, at which point Master Hai Deng turned to Old Zhang and asked:

"Benefactor Zhang, do you know your wife's birth date and time? What year, month, day, and hour was she born? If you can tell me in detail, this old monk may be able to use her innate constitution to determine the depth and extent of this ailment."

Old Zhang was taken aback when he heard this, clearly not expecting the master to ask this question, as it was very different from his usual medical practice.

But at this moment, he was desperate and would say anything to save his wife.

He thought for a moment and immediately replied:
"I know, I know!"

"But I need to recall!"

However, it was precisely at this moment that he found it increasingly difficult to remember.

He frowned and thought about it several times, but then rejected the idea before he could speak, making him so anxious that he broke out in a sweat.

Secretary Huang looked at Fang Yan with some curiosity and a questioning gaze.

Fang Yan shook his head, indicating that he should ignore it.

Secretary Huang had no choice but to nod.

Just then, Zhang Li said:
"I remember!"

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(End of this chapter)