Rebirth 1977 Great Era

Chapter 1222 The Night Watchman, The Six-Syllable Mantra of Secret Scrolls (Combined Chapter)
Hearing Lao Hu say that, Fang Yan naturally didn't refuse.

He left Old Cui behind, so of course he had to stay too. Then only his mother, Sophia, and little Zhengyi went back.

Since Sophia could drive, Fang Yan let her drive her own car back.

The others stayed here.

After seeing the car off downstairs and watching it drive away, Lao Hu went to the guardhouse to make a phone call.

Secretary Huang said to Fang Yan:

"Are you really not going to rest?"

"No."

Seeing that Fang Yan wasn't even taking a break, Secretary Huang simply said:
"Then I'll stay and keep watch too."

He came here today to keep an eye on things. Vice Minister Li gave him a task, and it won't do if things aren't done well.

Fang Yan smiled and said when she heard him say that:

"Please don't be shy, I'll be fine here."

Secretary Huang waved his hand, his tone carrying an unwavering insistence:
"Director Fang, it's not just a polite remark. Vice Minister Li specifically instructed us to ensure that nothing goes wrong."

"You can focus on the patient's condition. I'm better suited to handle the peripheral matters, such as manpower allocation and information dissemination."

He pointed outside the door: "I'll call two more people later. If they need anything hot tonight, or medicine that needs to be brewed, they can get it anytime. You can focus on watching the patient; I'll take care of these other things."

Fang Yan saw the seriousness in his eyes and knew it wasn't just politeness. Secretary Huang was a veteran in the system, and he was meticulous in his work. If she asked him to leave again, it would put him in a difficult position.

Fang Yan smiled:
"You're too kind. With Secretary Huang around, things are indeed much easier."

Secretary Huang smiled and said:
"I'll be right outside, I won't bother you. Just call out if you need anything."

Old Zhang, watching from the side, felt increasingly at ease.

With Dr. Fang in charge and the mysterious Master Hai Deng overseeing things, and even Secretary Huang personally watching over them, this setup was even more reassuring than being in a hospital.

Not long after, Lao Hu returned, muttering to himself:

"I've already made the call. It's the same place I always order. They specifically ordered vegetarian dishes for the three of them, and the rest of us will eat something else."

Fang Yan laughed. Old Hu is a meat lover. Although he can cook vegetarian dishes very well, he feels restless if he doesn't have meat in his meal.

At this moment, Fang Yan suddenly realized that if Wang Huiyuan woke up, she would need to eat something; she had been hungry for several days.

He was in a state of confusion the whole time, and only drank some medicine. He couldn't have survived without eating.

"I'll most likely wake up today," Fang Yan thought for a moment, then asked Old Zhang:

"Uncle Zhang, do you have some millet at home?"

Old Zhang paused for a moment, then nodded: "Yes, yes! A while ago, Xiao Li's grandma brought some new millet from the countryside. She said it's the best for making porridge. I'll go get it right now!" He was about to get up when Fang Yan stopped him.

"Don't rush," Fang Yan said.

"Do you know what rice porridge is?" Fang Yan asked.

"Uh..." Old Zhang opened his mouth. He knew about rice porridge, but he had never made it before.

He said in dialect:

“It’s not just simple porridge; it has to be rice oil porridge. Aunt Wang has been very weak these past few days, and her spleen and stomach are very weak. She can’t handle ordinary food. Rice oil is the most gentle and can slowly support her vital energy.”

He gave careful instructions:
"Grab two handfuls of millet, rinse it three times with clean water until the water is clear. Don't rub it, lest you rub off the rice oil. Then, in a clay pot, add five bowls of spring water... By the way, do you still have the spring water that Secretary Huang brought earlier?"

Old Zhang replied repeatedly, "Yes, there's some left!"

“Then add the rice after the water boils,” Fang Yan continued. “After bringing it to a boil over high heat, turn it down to the lowest heat and let it simmer without covering the pot. Let the heat dissipate. Cook until the rice grains have opened up and a layer of oily skin floats on the surface of the soup, like milk skin. That’s rice oil.”

He thought for a moment and then added:
"It needs to be simmered for a full hour. Don't add water halfway through, and the fire can't be too high, otherwise the rice oil won't come out. After it's cooked, don't rush to drink it. Let it cool to lukewarm. Skim off the top layer of oil and give it to Aunt Wang. Don't give her the rice residue at the bottom yet, because she's weak right now and can't digest anything too solid."

Old Zhang suddenly realized, nodded, and then immediately went upstairs to cook porridge.

Fang Yan and the others followed them upstairs.

Back upstairs, everyone found a place to sit down. Zhang Li was guarding the room.

Seeing Old Zhang cooking rice porridge, Master Hai Deng said:
"Young friend Fang's consideration is very thoughtful. Rice oil is the essence of the five grains, sweet and neutral in nature, nourishing without causing stagnation, and is indeed the most suitable at this time."

Soon, the soft bubbling of a clay pot could be heard from the kitchen, and the sky outside the window gradually darkened.

After a while, there was a knock on the door.

Old Hu stood up abruptly from his chair, glanced at his watch, and said:
"Wow, this restaurant is really efficient!"

The person knocking on the door was Secretary Huang, but the person following behind him was not a delivery person from the Yanjing Hotel, but Gao Han, Director Liao's secretary.

Fang Yan then remembered that when he treated the old chief yesterday, Director Liao had mentioned on the phone that he had received many tonics from various people and that he needed Gao Han to deliver them to the courtyard house since he couldn't finish them all. (See Chapter 1215)
I was only home during lunchtime today; I wasn't home at other times.

"Dr. Fang, am I disturbing you?" Gao Han entered the room quietly, afraid of disturbing the peace inside.

"No, no, Secretary Gao, what brings you here?" Fang Yan shook his head and said.

Gao Han said:

"Director Liao specifically instructed me to deliver the tonics that people had given him. He has too many to eat, so he asked me to deliver them to your courtyard house. I went to your house this afternoon, but you weren't there, so I delivered the things. I heard you were busy here, so I came to check on you and see if there was anything I could help you with."

Fang Yan quickly waved his hand, inviting him into the house while saying:
"Thank you for your concern, Secretary Gao. With Secretary Huang's help, everything has been arranged properly."

"Director Liao is too kind. He's gone to so much trouble."

Gao Han said with a smile:

"Please don't stand on ceremony with Director Liao. He said that all those senior officials who saw you yesterday praised you. They told me to pick out some really useful medical advice. You'll see when you get back."

Gao Han glanced around the room again and saw Master Hai Deng with his eyes closed, rubbing prayer beads. Zhang Li was whispering something by the bedside. He lowered his voice and said to Fang Yan:

"When I came up here, Secretary Huang told me that the situation here is confidential and that I should let him know if I need anything. I will report back to Director Liao later."

Fang Yan knew why Gao Han had come; he was also there to gather intelligence. If the treatment here didn't work, he would take immediate action. The Overseas Chinese Affairs Office was even more concerned about this than the Ministry of Health.

The Ministry of Health can do without dialects, but the Overseas Chinese Affairs Office of the State Council cannot do without them.

The reason why the Overseas Chinese Affairs Office of the State Council can promote its business so well is basically due to the medical skills taught in local dialects.

If it turns out he can't cure patients, that would be a serious matter.

"Secretary Gao, rest assured," Fang Yan's voice was not loud, but it was full of confidence. "Aunt Wang's critical condition has passed." He pointed towards the inner room. "Master Hai Deng just used the incantation technique to regulate her breathing, and the medicinal effects of the Nine Apertures Ice-Drawing Method are also working. Now her pulse is stable, her breathing is even, and she even coughed up phlegm. These are all signs of improvement."

Gao Han's brows relaxed slightly, but he still pressed on, "Then... there won't be any further setbacks?"

"I wouldn't say 100%, but I'm very confident." Fang Yan smiled, his tone steady.

"She's like a parched field that's just been watered; she's still wilted, but the roots aren't damaged. Old Zhang is cooking rice porridge, and he can feed her some soon to help her digestion. We'll gradually nourish her with astragalus soup and other medications, step by step. There shouldn't be any major problems."

Gao Han finally breathed a sigh of relief and wiped his forehead: "I'm relieved to hear you say that. I was really worried that something might go wrong on the way here..." He didn't finish his sentence, but everyone understood that many of the affairs of the Overseas Chinese Affairs Office could not be separated from the support of Fang Yan's medical skills.

Secretary Huang, who was standing to the side, said:
"As I just said, I'll keep an eye on things here, so don't worry. I noticed that Comrade Wang looks much better than he did this afternoon."

The two were already acquaintances.

Gao Han smiled and rubbed his temples.
“It’s not that we don’t trust Dr. Fang, it’s just that we’re worried about Director Liao… we’re afraid there might be even the slightest mishap. After all, this matter involves a lot of people, and we can’t afford to take responsibility if something goes wrong.” He glanced at his watch. “Now that things are settled here, I won’t stay any longer. I need to hurry back and report to Director Liao so he can finally get some rest.”

Secretary Huang nodded: "Go ahead, be careful on the road. I'll let you know if there are any new developments."

Fang Yan said to him:
"Then I won't give it away."

Gao Han nodded and then walked out.

Then, after a while, there was another knock on the door.

This time, it was finally the restaurant's delivery staff who arrived.

Old Hu went outside, took out some foreign currency, paid the money, and then brought the food box back in.

He also greeted Secretary Huang outside:
"Secretary Huang, I ordered some for you too, let's eat together!"

As he spoke, Old Hu deftly opened the food box. The glistening oil of the braised pork, the fresh aroma of the steamed fish, and the delicate fragrance of the vegetarian dishes instantly dispelled the smell of medicine in the room.

Secretary Huang smelled the aroma and swallowed hard. Fang Yan called to him again, and he finally responded and pushed the door open to come in.

As soon as I entered the room, I smelled a rich fragrance.

Although he was Vice Minister Li's secretary, he couldn't enjoy state banquet-level cuisine all the time.

"The master's vegetarian menu is packed separately." Old Hu pushed a plain food box in front of Master Hai Deng and his two apprentices like a treasure. Inside were braised bok choy with mushrooms, corn with pine nuts, and a bright green spinach and tofu soup, which looked refreshing.

"Master, please try it. The vegetarian food here is even more delicious than meat."

Master Hai Deng clasped his hands in thanks.

The same applies to his two apprentices.

The three of them did not sit at the same table as Fang Yan and his group, but instead sat down at the coffee table.

If they could, they even wanted to go to other rooms, mainly because Old Hu had prepared too much meat and vegetables, and the smells were all mixed together.

Seeing this, Fang Yan said to Lao Hu:

"Let's move the table to the balcony to eat."

"Huh?" Old Hu didn't react.

Fang Yan pointed towards Master Hai Deng and lowered his voice, saying:
“The masters are eating vegetarian food, and it’s not appropriate for the aroma of meat from our table to waft over. The balcony is bright and airy, and the smell will dissipate with the wind, so we won’t disturb each other.”

Old Hu then snapped out of his daze, slapping his forehead: "Hey, how come I didn't think of that! You're so thoughtful!"

As he was saying this, he rolled up his sleeves to move the table, but Anton stopped him. The young man was strong and quickly moved the folding table to the balcony, and then deftly moved the meat food containers there as well.

The balcony isn't small; even after setting up a table, there's still about half a circle of space left.

The evening breeze slipped in through the gaps in the railings, carrying a hint of nighttime coolness, which just dissipated the heat from the food.

The streetlights outside are already on now.

Old Hu opened the last food box, inside was a braised pork knuckle, its glistening skin and meat trembling, and its aroma wafted into the house on the wind.

"Hurry up, hurry up, don't let the flavor go to the master."

Old Hu urged, first putting a large piece on Old Zhang's plate, "Comrade Old Zhang, you should eat more, you're working so hard every day."

Old Zhang was indeed hungry, and he quickly thanked Old Hu.

He just didn't know why the dishes looked so high-end today, even better than those in a typical big hotel.

I don't know where it was made and delivered.

I took a bite with white rice, then a piece of meat, and I felt like my breath was filled with the aroma of meat.

I've been so worried these past few days that I haven't had a proper meal. The aroma of meat in my mouth, mixed with a sense of security, makes me feel more at ease than ever before.

Secretary Huang was sitting in the corner of the balcony, holding a bowl of rice in his hands, eating politely but also earnestly.

Fang Yan, also holding a bowl, looked downstairs while enjoying the night breeze.

There are plenty of big shots around here, but I haven't seen a single one yet.

Turning his head, he secretly glanced into the room. Master Haiteng and his disciples were slowly drinking porridge with side dishes, seemingly undisturbed by the aroma of meat wafting from here.

Having a master chef specializing in state banquets prepare vegetarian dishes is of a very high standard.

He was thinking about the old monk's incantation techniques, wondering if he could learn them himself.
On the other side, Zhang Li didn't go to the balcony. She filled a small bowl with pine nuts and corn, sat on a small stool by the bed, and ate it in small bites while keeping an eye on her mother's movements.

Wang Huiyuan was still asleep, her breathing more even than before, and there was even a faint smile on her lips, as if she was having a peaceful dream.

"Zhang Li, come over and have some meat!" Fang Yan glanced into the house and called to her from the balcony.

Zhang Li poked her head out of the room and said in dialect:

"This fish is steamed until tender and nourishing!"

Zhang Li smiled and waved her hand: "No, this is fine with me. It's more convenient to eat this closer to my mom."

Fang Yan stood up and picked up a plate of stir-fried seasonal vegetables:
"Then eat some of this, don't go hungry."

Then he urged Anton to eat quickly.

Today, this kid performed consistently well. It was his first time playing in a real match with me, and he and the righteous kid both did quite well.

Even Sofia, who was the worst student, is doing quite well today.

Everyone enjoyed the meal.

As he sipped his soup, Fang Yan glanced at his watch; it was already past eight o'clock.

The casserole had been simmering in the kitchen for almost an hour. Fang Yan estimated that the rice oil should be ready, so he said to Old Zhang:
"Uncle Zhang, is the porridge almost ready?"

Old Zhang, with food still stuffed in his mouth, nodded vaguely:

"I'll go take a look right now!" With that, he put down his chopsticks and ran to the kitchen. He came out a short while later carrying a white porcelain bowl, a hint of pride on his face: "It's done! Look at this oily skin!"

Fang Yan nodded and told him to finish the last bit of rice in his bowl.

It's obvious he hasn't been eating well lately, otherwise he wouldn't have eaten like this today.

After finishing their meal, everyone cleaned up the scene.

Master Haiteng and his disciples had finished their vegetarian meal and were sitting on the sofa, counting prayer beads.

Fang Yan went into the bedroom to check on Wang Huiyuan's condition and took her pulse, which was stronger than before.

"How is it?" Old Zhang asked from the side.

"Don't worry, it's alright. Let her rest a bit more." Fang Yan withdrew his hand and said:

"We can feed her some rice water later, let it cool to lukewarm."

Old Zhang nodded.

After waiting a while, there was another knock on the door.

This time, Secretary Huang came in carrying some things, such as fruit.

It was meant to be a late-night snack for everyone.

I don't know if it was because I ate a meal with Lao Hu today and it was a matter of reciprocity, or if it was originally arranged this way.

Anyway, they accepted Fang Yan's proposal.

However, no one ate it. After a while, Fang Yan saw that it was almost time, so he asked Lao Zhang to go to the kitchen and bring over the rice porridge.

He immediately went to the kitchen.

A moment later, he came with the bowl.

Seeing her father enter the room, Zhang Li, who was standing by the bedside, quickly took the white porcelain bowl from his hands.

Fang Yan glanced at it and saw that Old Zhang's cooking was pretty good; it was all done according to his instructions.

The rice oil in the bowl was clear and bright like amber, with the top layer of oil skin floating intact, like a layer of solidified fat.

Zhang Li walked to the bedside, gently scooped up a spoonful with a small spoon, tested the temperature, and then carefully brought it to her mother's lips.

Wang Huiyuan's eyes were closed at the moment, but her lips moved slightly, as if awakened by the warm fragrance, and she opened them a little.

After being placed to her lips, the rice oil slid into her mouth, and her Adam's apple bobbed slightly as she swallowed it on her own.

Zhang Li's eyes lit up, and she scooped up another spoonful. This time, Wang Huiyuan opened her mouth even wider, and her nostrils twitched slightly, as if she was savoring the aroma of the rice.

"She swallowed it! She really swallowed it!" Zhang Li's voice was filled with barely suppressed excitement, and her eyes instantly reddened.

Old Zhang stood beside his wife, watching her drink the rice gruel little by little. Her hands were clenched tightly at her sides, her knuckles turning white. Only after she had finished half a bowl of rice gruel, Wang Huiyuan smacked her lips, and fell into a deep sleep again, did he finally let out a long sigh of relief, turn away, and wipe his face.

Fang Yan stood aside and watched, feeling relieved.

Being able to eat on one's own indicates that the spleen and stomach have begun to recover, which is a key signal that the crisis has turned into a safe situation.

He told Zhang Li, "Tonight, feed her a small half bowl every two hours, not too much, and gradually increase the amount."

Zhang Li nodded repeatedly and carefully put away the remaining rice and oil.

On the balcony, Old Hu was chatting quietly with Anton, inquiring about medicinal herbs from the Far East.

Upon hearing the dialect, Old Hu leaned over and asked, "Will this rice and oil work?"

“The best medicine is the one that addresses the root cause,” Fang Yan said. “For Aunt Wang’s condition, this gentle approach is exactly what’s needed; strong tonics would only make things worse.”

Anton, standing to the side, looked up and said:
"Master, Uncle Hu is getting tiger bones."

"What are you going to do with that?" Fang Yan was taken aback, wondering what Old Hu was planning to do this time.

Lao Hu said:

"Hey! A master's gift pack! If you made a limited edition of tiger bone with Master Hai Deng, it would sell like hotcakes!"

Fang Yan was exasperated; the tape-based incantation ritual had failed, and now he was thinking about this again.

“Master Haiteng is a monk. If you offer him tiger bones as a gift, do you think he would agree?”

Lao Hu said:

"Make the best use of everything, I'll go ask about it later."

Fang Yan thought for a moment and nodded:
"Fine!"

In any case, Master Haiteng's behavior cannot be judged by common sense.

At this moment, Secretary Huang entered the room from outside and said:
"I've already had a bed prepared in the room next door. Dr. Fang, would you and the master like to take turns resting? I'll keep an eye on things for the rest of the night."

Just as Fang Yan was about to speak, Master Hai Deng came out of the house, put his hands together, and said:

"I am not sleepy tonight, so I will keep watch for the first half of the night. Young friend Fang, you must be tired from the day, so please go and rest."

Fang Yan glanced at the time, knowing the old monk's temperament, and didn't refuse.
"Thank you for your hard work, Master. Please call me immediately if there's any movement." After saying this, he turned to Old Zhang and Zhang Li and said:

"You two take turns resting too."

Old Zhang refused to go, saying he was full of energy. Zhang Li couldn't persuade her father otherwise, so she went to lie down next door. The girl had been staying up late for the past few days and had dark circles under her eyes; she was extremely sleepy.

Fang Yan called out to Shang An Dong, while Lao Hu and Lao Cui rested.

Old Hu told Fang Yan to go first, while he wanted to chat with the master here.

Fang Yan had no choice but to follow Secretary Huang to the building next door.

There was a similar room here, but it was simply furnished, a bit like a guesthouse. Fang Yan didn't stand on ceremony and went to sleep in a room with An Dong.

At one o'clock in the morning, Secretary Huang gently knocked on the bedroom door, and Fang Yan woke up in response.

He wasn't asleep at all; he was constantly on the lookout for any movement.

After checking the time, without calling Anton, the two went downstairs to Wang Huiyuan's house.

Old Hu is already lying on the sofa.

Bodyguard Lao Cui was still smoking with Lao Zhang on the balcony.

Upon seeing Fang Yan arrive, everyone in the room woke up.

The dialect indicated that they should continue resting.

Upon entering the bedroom, he first greeted the old monk, who, along with his two disciples, was keeping watch in the room. Zhang Li had also woken up and was rubbing her eyes in the room.

Wang Huiyuan was sleeping restlessly in bed, making soft, mumbling noises as if she were about to wake up.

“This is the time when the liver meridian is in charge, and the qi and blood are returning to the liver. Her stagnation is gradually dissipating, and her liver qi is about to be released,” Master Hai Deng said in a low voice, turning the prayer beads in his hand even more slowly. “Don’t rush it. Let her wake up naturally. Disturbing her now will only damage her liver qi.”

Fang Yan nodded, signaling Zhang Li to prepare the rice and oil.

A moment later, Wang Huiyuan slowly opened her eyes. She stared blankly at the ceiling, then her eyes moved and slowly focused, finally landing on the face of Master Haiteng who was guarding the bedside.

"Old...Old Zhang?" Her voice was hoarse, like sandpaper being rubbed.

Upon hearing this, Old Zhang at the door immediately ran over:
"Hey! I'm here! Hye-won, I'm here!"

Old Zhang rushed to the bedside, grabbed his wife Wang Huiyuan's hand tightly, and trembled with heartache. "Huiyuan, you're finally awake!"

Looking at him like this, Wang Huiyuan gave a weak smile, and her Adam's apple bobbed.
"thirsty……"

"Mom! The water's here!" Zhang Li quickly scooped up a small spoonful of warm water and brought it over.

Wang Huiyuan sipped her drink, finishing half a cup. Her breathing gradually became even, and her eyes brightened considerably. As if suddenly remembering something, she looked at the others present and said in surprise:
"How long have I been sleeping here? Why are there so many people here?"

Old Zhang said:

“It’s been several days. Yesterday, Xiaoli and I called Sister He. Today, she brought Fang Yan and Master Hai Deng to treat you together.”

Following Lao Zhang's gaze, Wang Huiyuan looked at Fang Yan and Master Hai Deng, a hint of bewilderment flashing in her eyes.

She moved her fingers, as if to raise them to greet someone, but Old Zhang gently pressed them down.

"Don't move, you're still weak."

"Fang Yan... and this master..." Her voice was hoarse as she said to Fang Yan and the other man, "I'm sorry to have troubled you... Is my illness very troublesome?"

She recalled her glioma and said:

"Western medicine says my condition is...incurable."

Fang Yan smiled and shook his head: "Don't think too much. Western medicine can't do much, but traditional Chinese medicine has plenty of solutions. Just cooperate with us from now on."

After finishing his explanation, he didn't continue the conversation with Fang Yan. Instead, he turned to Zhang Li and said:
"Zhang Li brought over the warmed rice oil, so your mother can have some more."

Zhang Li responded and went to the kitchen, quickly bringing back a white porcelain bowl.

This time, Wang Huiyuan helped herself to sit up, leaned against the headboard, and sipped the rice porridge. After finishing about half a bowl, her complexion was noticeably better, and she even had more energy to speak.
"This millet porridge is really well made, even better than the ones I used to drink in the countryside when I was young."

Seeing this, Old Zhang, with tears welling up in his eyes, said:

"It was Dr. Fang who taught me this method. He said that rice oil is good for you, and he specifically asked me to watch it simmer for two hours."

At this moment, Master Haiteng said to Fang Yan:

"Young friend Fang, let's not disturb their family's conversation!"

Fang Yan knew the old monk wanted to talk to him about the follow-up treatment, so he nodded and said:
"it is good!"

He smiled at Old Zhang and said:

"Uncle Zhang, you two chat, but don't go on for too long. Aunt Wang is still a bit weak."

Old Zhang nodded repeatedly to indicate that he understood.

After explaining in dialect, he followed Master Haiteng to the outer room, where the others also came out.

Old Hu, still half asleep, raised his head when he heard the noise:

"Fully awake? What about the tiger bone gift pack..."

"Don't think about your business yet." Fang Yan pressed his shoulder, gesturing for Master Hai Deng to sit down first.

He lowered his voice and said:
"Master, look at Aunt Wang's condition. Although the blood stasis has dissipated, the root of the glioma is still there. What should be done to treat her afterward?"

Master Haiteng held his prayer beads, his brows slightly furrowed:
"This tumor is caused by the accumulation of phlegm and blood stasis, and the internal generation of stagnant heat. It is like the deep roots of an old tree, and it cannot be removed in a day. The previous incantation techniques and the Nine Apertures Ice-Drawing Method only loosened the soil and dispersed the blood stasis. To remove the root, we must take it slowly."

“The Nine Apertures Ice-Drawing Method is definitely not feasible now. What we need to do next is to continuously clear the blockages. The meridians are like channels, and the tumor is like a blockage. They need to be cleared every day without interruption. If we slack off even slightly, the stagnation and toxins will re-accumulate, and it will be difficult to treat them again.”

After speaking, he looked at Fang Yan:

"You have more methods than me in this regard, so why don't you do it?"

Fang Yan nodded and said:
"Alright, leave the rest to me."

Fang Yan accepted the responsibility of post-treatment care and began to write prescriptions.

That prescription was a modified version of one that Tao Guangzheng used to treat his illness in 1993.

It contains: 60g raw Astragalus membranaceus, 20g stir-fried Atractylodes macrocephala, 30g Dioscorea opposita, 15g Angelica sinensis, 15g Codonopsis pilosula, 10g Pueraria lobata, 6g peach kernel, 9g Paeonia lactiflora, 6g Ligusticum chuanxiong, 15g Uncaria rhynchophylla, 6g Citrus reticulata peel, and 12g vinegar-processed turtle shell.

After he finished writing, Master Hai Deng nodded.

They didn't say much.

Fang Yan carefully put the document away and handed it to Secretary Huang, who was standing to the side.

Secretary Huang said:
"Don't worry, leave this to me. I'll have someone keep an eye on it afterward."

After arranging things here, Fang Yan knew he still needed to find Tao Guangzheng.

At this moment, his gaze fell on Master Hai Deng's hands as he twirled the prayer beads, and he suddenly remembered the miraculous effects of that incantation technique. The thought of learning it resurfaced in his mind.

As he was pondering how to begin, Old Hu yawned, rubbed his eyes, and leaned closer: "Master, look at my tiger bone gift pack..."

"Please calm down, Benefactor Hu." Master Hai Deng smiled and waved his hand. "Since Young Friend Fang has taken on the follow-up treatment, this old monk has a suggestion. Although Benefactor Wang's tumor is temporarily stable, the phlegm and blood stasis are like wet mud, which needs to be turned over and dried in the sun from time to time to dry completely. Ordinary decoctions may not be strong enough. Why not supplement it with 'meridian guiding technique'?"

Fang Yan's eyes lit up: "Master, do you mean to use manual techniques to unblock the meridians, combined with medication to attack the disease?"

“Exactly.” Master Hai Deng gestured on the coffee table and said:

"Every day at Chenshi (7-9 AM), massage Fengchi and Tianzhu acupoints; at Sishi (9-11 AM), press Taichong and Hegu acupoints; and at Shenshi (3-5 PM), apply moxibustion to Guanyuan and Qihai acupoints to allow Qi and blood to circulate like living water, thus dispelling residual stagnation. My two disciples have also learned some basic techniques and can stay to assist for a few days."

The two monks standing to the side immediately put their palms together and nodded, seemingly accustomed to their master's arrangements.

Hearing the commotion from inside the house, Old Zhang hurried out and thanked him repeatedly, his eyes still red.

Just now, Wang Huiyuan was able to recognize people and even chat with them a few times, something she wouldn't have dared to imagine yesterday.

Fang Yan pondered for a moment and said to Old Zhang, "Uncle Zhang, do as I told you yesterday. Rice and oil should never be cut off. Cook fresh rice every morning and stew some yam porridge at noon. Nourishing the spleen and stomach is the key."

Old Zhang quickly found a notebook and asked Fang Yan to tell him the prescription and instructions. He wanted to write them all down, afraid of missing a single word.

This is the same habit as Meng Jimin: a bad pen is worse than a good memory.

Zhang Li also came out from the inner room, holding a small red envelope in her hands, and handed it to Fang Yan and Master Hai Deng:
"Master, we really have nothing to repay you with..."

Master Haiteng waved his hand, refusing to accept it, and Fang Yan also waved his hand.

Fang Yan waved his hand: "I can't accept this money, you can keep it yourselves."

"Just remember to keep today's events a secret."

Zhang Li looked at everyone and, seeing that Fang Yan and the others insisted, she had no choice but to give up with her father, while promising to keep it a secret.

Fang Yan glanced at his watch; it was already three in the morning. He then said to Master Hai Deng, "Master, why don't you go and rest for a while? I'll keep an eye on the rest."

The old monk shook his head: "For me, meditation is rest. But young friend Fang, you seemed hesitant to speak just now, is there something you want to ask?"

Fang Yan's thoughts were seen through, but he remained calm:

"To be honest, last night I witnessed the master using incantation techniques to stabilize Aunt Wang's qi and blood, and I was very impressed. I wonder if there is a way to learn the basics of this art?"

Upon hearing this, Master Haiteng paused in his prayer beads, scrutinizing Fang Yan:

"Young friend Fang's medical skills have reached a state of perfection, so why do you still need to learn this incantation technique? You should know that this technique may seem simple, but it actually emphasizes 'sincerity brings results.' It requires eliminating distracting thoughts and guiding qi with intention, and it is difficult to master without great concentration."

Fang Yan knew the old monk was referring to him.

Fang Yan was indeed somewhat skeptical about the practice of incantation, and Lao Fan knew about it; they must have discussed it during a conversation.

Moreover, Lao Fan had taught the Fangyan Tianxing Twelve Needles technique.

However, I really want to understand this technique using dialect.

He said to Master Hai Deng:

"I am not trying to be greedy or demanding." Fang Yan tried to make his tone sincere.
"I just feel that doctors should learn from many sources. For some patients, medicine is not enough, but perhaps incantation can offer a different approach. Just like Aunt Wang, when her qi and blood were disordered and the medicine had not yet taken effect, incantation could calm her mind as soon as it was spoken. That is its wonder."

The old monk was silent for a moment, then took out a small, thread-bound booklet from his robes; the cover was worn and frayed.
"This is a copy of the 'Essentials of Zhuyou Techniques' that I made when I was young. It contains some basic syllables and hand gestures. Take a look at it. If you can understand the secrets of the six-syllable mantra 'He, Hu, Xu, Xi, Chui, Xi,' then come back to me."

Fang Yan hadn't expected the old monk to be so agreeable, so he quickly took the booklet with both hands, feeling its weight in his hands, and immediately bowed:

"Thank you, Master! I will study it diligently and never use it recklessly."

The old monk smiled:

"Medicine is about saving lives, and there are no schools of thought involved. It's a good thing that you can learn the art of incantation and use it for good."

"By the way, the Six Healing Sounds need to be coordinated with breathing. It's best to practice it in the early morning, around 3 AM. You should give it a try."

Fang Yan nodded and said:

"Okay, then I'll try!"

PS: The basic chapter of 6000 words has been updated, and 2400 words have been added, for a total of 8400 words.

(End of this chapter)