Rebirth 1977 Great Era

Chapter 1224 Genius and Human Connections, Tao Guangzheng: "I'm Not Resigning as Dean!" (Two Chapters Combined)
I asked a lot of questions in the local dialect along the way.

Fang Yan didn't stop asking questions until they reached the Xiehe parking lot.

There are still many questions. The more you ask, the more questions you find. Compared to what the old monk knew, some of the content in the previous book was clearly not written down.

Just like the Twelve Heavenly Star Needles, some were recorded, while others had to be taught orally.

Regarding syllables and tones, whether the pronunciation is standard or not, someone must correct it.

At this moment, learning dialects doesn't feel like learning incantations; it's more like learning a foreign language.

It's just that there are too many questions to ask, so far Fangyan hasn't heard the system's voice yet.

"Old Hu, you take Master Hai Deng to his house first. I'll be back after I finish my rounds," Fang Yan said to Old Hu.

Old Hu nodded. He had overheard the conversation between Fang Yan and Master Hai Deng in the car earlier. He had originally planned to simply copy it to make a cassette tape and then commercialize it, but now he realized that this thing was a custom-made product, and the difficulty was extraordinary.

Just mastering the pitch alone is enough to give anyone a headache. Then there are the adjustments needed based on the patient's condition, and the requirement to reach the same level of proficiency as the old monk yesterday. This is something that not everyone can do.

Not to mention its reproducibility.

He can only wait and see if he can think of a way to replicate the dialect once he learns it.

When Fang Yan left to make rounds at Peking Union Medical College Hospital.

Old Hu then took Master Hayden back to Fang Yan's home.

As soon as they entered the courtyard house, the family members started bombarding them with questions.

Of course, the most concerning issue is the dialect that has not yet returned.

Upon hearing that Fang Yan was already making rounds at Peking Union Medical College Hospital, everyone around relaxed and invited them to come inside.

Next, He Huiru, the dialect-speaking old lady who returned first yesterday, started asking them about what happened last night.

Old Hu entrusted this important task to Fang Yan's apprentice, An Dong.

After last night's ordeal, Xiao Maozi is quite eager to express himself today. After all, it's his first time staying up all night to treat patients using dialects, and everything is new and exciting.

Following the local dialect's instructions, Lao Hu led Master Haiteng to the study next door.

Although it wasn't Master Haiteng's first time visiting, he was still amazed by the sheer number of books Fang Yan had collected.

Old Hu brewed Master Hai Deng a cup of freshly opened Longjing tea. Watching the rising steam fill the room with its aroma, he finally couldn't help but voice the question he'd been holding back all the way:

"Master, there's something I've been pondering for a long time, and I've been wanting to ask you about it..."

"Speak freely," Master Hai Deng said.

After a slight hesitation, Lao Hu still asked:

"Your incantation healing technique is a treasure! The way you saved that person yesterday was simply miraculous. Why did you pass it on to Fang Yan so readily? It's not that I don't believe in Fang Yan; I know he's skilled and kind-hearted. It's just that this skill sounds so mysterious; it should be passed on to family members or direct disciples..."

Master Haiteng picked up his teacup and slowly began to speak:
“Good question, Benefactor Hu. I am willing to teach him for two reasons.”

"Firstly, young friend Fang's talent is unparalleled in my entire life." He took a sip of tea, then put down the teacup, his tone filled with emotion:

"The art of incantation emphasizes 'sincerity, abundant qi, and focused intention,' none of which can be lacking. It is already rare for an ordinary person to possess even one of these qualities, yet he was able to comprehend the six-character mantra's qi sensation in one night. What is this if not talent? What is even more rare is his benevolence. Yesterday, he was so devoted to Benefactor Wang and so considerate to the Zhang family. It is clear that he is not someone who is greedy for skills and shows off. With such talent, how many people can he save by mastering the art of incantation? He can ensure that this knowledge is not lost in my hands. This is a great merit."

After hearing this, Lao Hu thought about it and believed it.

He nodded, then asked:
"What about number two?"

Master Haiteng smiled and said:
"The second reason is simple: my nephew Changting has been well taken care of by young friend Fang during his stay in the capital."

"Changting?" Old Hu paused for a moment, then realized, "You mean Fan Changting? The one who followed Fang Yan at Peking Union Medical College Hospital?"

Master Haiteng nodded:

"Exactly. Changting has always been a quiet and reserved child, only good at burying himself in books, and he's very oblivious to social niceties."

“When he came to Beijing to study, I was worried about whether he could establish himself. But a few days ago, we were chatting and he said that he was doing well at the school and Peking Union Medical College Hospital, all thanks to the help of my friend Fang.”

Old Hu suddenly realized what was happening, slapped his thigh, and said:
"Hey! So that's what happened! No wonder you care about him more than your own apprentice!"

He finally understood that Fan Changting's journey to Peking Union Medical College Hospital was inseparable from the local dialect.

Fang Yan took care of him from the moment he arrived in Beijing, and then when he entered Peking Union Medical College Hospital, Fang Yan paved the way for him. During ward rounds, Fang Yan would deliberately push him forward so that he could have acupuncture every day.

This is why Fan Changting received this treatment.

Then, this time, Fan Changting was also brought into the research institute. The old monk had seen all of this.

Old Hu then belatedly realized that there was such a connection...

“Young friend Fang treats Changting like family.” Master Hai Deng said, his voice filled with relief as he twirled his prayer beads. “I will remember this kindness that Changting has been taken care of.”

He glanced at the rows of neatly stacked medical books on the bookshelf and smiled:

"Although the Zhuyou technique is a Taoist medical skill, it is ultimately a method to save lives. Passing it on to young friend Fang will firstly fulfill this obligation, and secondly, with him taking care of Changting, this old monk can rest assured."

Old Hu nodded repeatedly, realizing that this was not only the passing on of skills, but also an elder's entrustment to a younger generation. Master Hai Deng was using the transmission of the art of incantation to provide Fan Changting with another layer of protection in the capital.

Old Hu smiled and refilled the master's tea:

"That's the good thing about Fang Yan; people who follow him never suffer losses."

Upon hearing this, Master Haiteng's smile deepened:
"That's good, that's good. With someone to guide me and help me, I can finally relax."

The two then talked about the pharmaceutical production of tiger bone. A little while later, Fang Yan returned after making his rounds.

Then they found the tiger bone, which was still whole, and it needed to be processed into bone meal.

The dialect was given to Lao Hu so he could figure it out himself.

Then he continued to chat with Master Hai Deng about the Zhuyou technique. He had just called Dean Zhao Xiwu from the hospital. He wouldn't be attending the reception that Kobayashi Ichiya would be giving at the research institute today. Anyway, it was just a matter of intention, so it wouldn't matter whether he went or not.

As for the secret formula research institute, the person who arrived yesterday was assigned to a new job by Zeng Luquan today.

After lunch, he was going to check Tao Guangzheng's telegram, and then he could meet him.

Fang Yan realized she had so many things to do that she really needed a secretary or assistant.

Although I don't have to do everything myself now, there are still so many miscellaneous things that I have to take care of, which is quite energy-consuming.

It can only be handled by someone with their own system; otherwise, it would be too much for someone else to handle.

After taking care of other matters, Fang Yan spent the entire morning learning incantation techniques from Master Hai Deng.

……

“The sound ‘He’ should be like spitting out flames. The tip of your tongue should touch the roof of your mouth, and when the breath rises from your dantian, your Adam’s apple should move slightly.” The old monk demonstrated as he spoke, and a subtle vibration, like the crackling of burning coals, actually came from his chest. Fang Yan tried it twice. The first time, the breath was too rapid, making his throat tight; the second time, it was too loose and lacked power. It wasn’t until the third time that Fang Yan’s system triggered, and the sound was right immediately.

Master Hai Deng nodded in surprise: "Young friend Fang is indeed a genius. He has mastered the technique of letting the energy sink downwards so quickly, and he has grasped the essence of 'drawing fire downwards'!"

Fang Yan smiled at Hai Deng and said:

"You flatter me, Master! Let's continue!"

Master Haiteng nodded and continued practicing the hand gestures.

The "Supporting the Sun and Penetrating the Crown" posture seems simple, but Fang Yan's thumb initially tightened unconsciously. The old monk took his hand and gently pressed his fingertip on the web between his thumb and index finger: "This is the Hegu acupoint. If you clench too tightly, you'll hold your breath. Think about it, how can you squeeze the sun with all your might? You have to hold it like water, loose but not leaking." After adjusting his hand gesture, Fang Yan tried again and indeed felt a warm current flowing up his arm to the top of his head, with a slight numbness at the Baihui acupoint. This was exactly what the book described as "guiding clear qi into the brain."

Then, with a "ding," Fang Yan mastered the technique again, and his proficiency was so great that the old monk almost thought Fang Yan had always known it.

If I hadn't been teaching him the dialect step by step just now, making him seem like a complete novice, he would now think that the dialect was something he already knew and that I was just teasing him today.

The most difficult part was coordinating the breathing. Master Hai Deng had him practice the "shh" sound while facing the potted plants outside the window, requiring the leaves to sway gently when exhaling, but not violently.

Fang Yan practiced standing in the courtyard a dozen or twenty times, but still couldn't grasp the key points.

Finally, after the old monk demonstrated it to Fangyan, Fangyan suddenly "got it".

Exhale again, feeling the breath travel along the meridians to the Taichong acupoint. When it reaches the acupoint, it gently "ripples" outwards, like ripples on water after a stone is thrown in. This immediately meets Master Haiteng's requirements.

This left Master Haiteng dumbfounded. He discovered that Fangyan seemed to have the ability to directly copy others' techniques after understanding the principles and observing their actual operation.

This was the first time he had encountered someone like this; he had certainly broadened his horizons today.

To verify his conjecture, he began teaching dialects according to this logic, and found that it was indeed the case. Once he explained the principle to the dialect, he only needed to give the dialect a clear demonstration of the principle once, just once!
When the dialect is used in the later operations, it's as if the person is possessed, acting like a seasoned veteran.

"I've never seen such talent in the world before!" Master Hai Deng exclaimed after finishing his teaching session in the morning.

Master Haiteng gazed at the potted plant in the courtyard that was gently swaying in the air ripples from Fang Yan's "shh" sound. His fingers, which were holding Buddhist prayer beads, paused for a long while before he looked up at Fang Yan, his surprise still lingering: "Young friend Fang's skill is so great that even the legendary Medicine King Sun Simiao would be amazed."

Fang Yan had just finished speaking, a thin layer of sweat beading on his forehead, and smiled upon hearing this:
"Master, you flatter me. I just learn faster. In terms of skill, I'm still far from proficient."

Only he knew that this was thanks to the system, but he couldn't say it outright, so he could only attribute it to "talent".

The old monk shook his head, his tone solemn: "It is not an overstatement. The essence of Zhuyou art lies in the 'unity of intention and qi.' Ordinary people practice the form, but you can directly comprehend the spirit. Just like that 'gentle breeze brushing willow' posture, the subtle strength in my fingertips when I demonstrated it was something I had honed over thirty years. You can learn it just by watching it once. This is not talent, but a gift from heaven."

Divine gift? That doesn't seem wrong.

In any case, after spending the whole morning today, I finally managed to learn this incantation technique.

The next step is to see when it will be available.

At lunchtime, Fang Yan ordered some vegetarian dishes.

This time, he paid out of his own pocket, since the old monk had taught him something, and he had to show his appreciation.

Just yesterday, Director Liao brought over a lot of supplements, and Fang Yan planned to give him some more to take with him when he left.

Old Hu probably knew that his family was having vegetarian food this morning, so he stayed at the factory processing tiger bones and didn't come back.

There are many ways to process tiger bones, including mechanical grinding and traditional methods.

While relatively inefficient, these ancient traditions are indispensable if the purpose is to take photographs for wealthy individuals.

It's like vinegar quenching. First, put sand, clam powder, or talcum powder in a pot and heat it. Then, add the cleaned tiger bones and stir-fry continuously until the tiger bones turn yellow. Next, sift out the sand and other media, and while the tiger bones are still hot, pour them into vinegar to quench them until crisp. After that, let them dry and then grind them into powder.

There is also the oil-processing method, where the cleaned tiger bone segments are placed in a pot of boiling oil and slowly fried over a low heat until crispy, then removed and drained; or the cleaned tiger bones are coated with sesame oil, roasted over a smokeless fire until golden brown, crushed, heated over a low heat and repeatedly quenched with white wine until crispy, and finally crushed and ground into powder.

These are all tiger bone processing techniques that were developed by generations of ancient people.

After lunch, Lao Hu returned.

He was accompanied by people from the movie set, proving that he had indeed hired someone to film and document the production process.

Fang Yan stopped messing around with him.

He was to stay here with Master Haiteng in the afternoon, while Fang Yan went to the Huaxia Academy of Traditional Chinese Medicine.

Upon arriving at the research institute, Fang Yan didn't go to his own secret formula research institute. Instead, he went to greet Dean Zhao Xiwu and inquire about his meeting with Kobayashi Ichiya earlier that day. Zhao Xiwu said to Fang Yan:

"He fully agreed to our requests and will give us a satisfactory response in seven days."

"So quick?" Fang Yan was somewhat surprised.

He pressed further:

"They didn't add any demands themselves?"

Zhao Xiwu shook his head and said:

"No, very decisively. It seems they are genuinely very sincere."

"As they left, they kept reminding us that this was a rare opportunity and that we should be well-prepared and definitely develop a flagship product."

Fang Yan stroked his chin and said:

"Their attitude is good, but we'll see how much sincerity they show next."

A GMP factory in Tokyo Port mortgaged, an exclusive agreement with 154 pharmacies. A bill amendment passed by the Diet, endorsed by fifty members of Congress, reverse engineering recourse clauses, a three-month trial sales period—these six safeguards will keep Kobayashi busy for a while.

Regardless of what they say, the principle of dialects is always "don't act until you see the benefits."

Without a first collaboration, Kobayashi's credibility in the dialect is equivalent to that of an Indian.

Zhao Xiwu nodded, then said to Fang Yan:

"This matter will not be resolved until at least the Ministry of Health's mid-year meeting; there's no rush now."

Then Zhao Xiwu added:

"Speaking of today's conference, you have achieved quite a lot. Last year, the most achievements were Chen Keji's six. This year, you should surpass him."

Fang Yan twitched the corner of his mouth and said:
“After the mid-year conference last year, I was targeted by spies and was even put on their kill list.”

Zhao Xiwu knew about this, and he said:

"It probably won't happen this year. After that spy organization was wiped out last time, we haven't heard anything about it for a long time."

He said in dialect:

"Let's hope nothing unexpected happens!"

Zhao Xiwu reminded him in dialect:
"You should think about your speech when you go on stage. You were a newcomer last year, but you'll definitely be the focus this year."

Fang Yan said with a smile:

"I took it quite seriously last year, but this year there are too many things to do, so it doesn't feel as important anymore." Fang Yan actually felt that the conference wasn't as significant as he had thought.

Zhao Xiwu said:
"That's different. The publicity effect is still very significant. You don't know what I heard from the school today. There are quite a few students applying to the Traditional Chinese Medicine Hospital this year."

Dialect of surprise:

"Oh? What does this have to do with me?"

Zhao Xiwu said:
"Of course it's related. You were the top scorer in the national college entrance examination last year."

"You think you're the top scorer in the national college entrance examination for nothing? Besides, you're often in the newspapers, especially in Beijing where there are so many applicants. Parents are saying in private that if studying traditional Chinese medicine can produce someone like you, you'll definitely amount to something in the future."

Fang Yan was somewhat surprised, recalling how, during the school's promotional activities last year, neighbors had mentioned wanting their family members to apply to the University of Traditional Chinese Medicine.

No...are you serious?
Fang Yan was a little flattered.

“This is unexpected,” Fang Yan said to Zhao Xiwu.

"So you have to take this seriously," Zhao Xiwu emphasized.

Fang Yan nodded, saying, "It's just a matter of spending a little time writing a speech; I can manage that myself."

"I'll write it later," Fang Yan said.

Fang Yan then said goodbye to Zhao Xiwu, telling him that he still had to go to the research institute to take a look.

Zhao Xiwu agreed, and Fang Yan came out of the office.

After going downstairs, we headed towards the Secret Formula Research Institute.

As I passed by the publishing house, I happened to run into Editor-in-Chief Xia, who told Fang Yan:

"The first batch of documents for the southern border defense troops has been printed and distributed."

Fang Yan then remembered this matter and quickly thanked Editor-in-Chief Xia:
"Editor-in-Chief Xia, you've gone to so much trouble!" Fang Yan quickly grasped Old Xia's hand and said:
"This is more important than anything else. The more protection our soldiers have on the front lines, the more at ease we will feel."

"Thank you for working so hard for so long!"

Old Xia and Fang Yan were already acquainted, and he said with a smile:

"Oh, you're too kind. Just treat me to a meal later."

Fang Yan, of course, agreed with a smile.

If we maintain a good relationship with Editor-in-Chief Xia, we'll have plenty of opportunities to contact him in the future.

Barring any unforeseen circumstances, Editor-in-Chief Xia should remain in this leadership position for a long time.

At this moment, Editor-in-Chief Xia paused, then said:

"But there's something I need to tell you. The troops in Guangzhou sent a telegram saying they want to print an additional 5,000 copies and asked if they could include a herbal medicine atlas."

“Printing an additional 5,000 copies isn’t much. Besides, didn’t we include the herbal illustrations?” Fang Yan asked in surprise.

Editor-in-Chief Xia said:

“We only have the correct illustrations; the incorrect or similar ones are not labeled. They said some soldiers might mistake them.”

Fang Yan thought for a moment and said:
"Tsk...this is a problem, we don't have any faulty image libraries here..."

Editor-in-Chief Xia said:

"Yes, the university archives have them, but we need to staff them out."

Fang Yan thought to himself, where would he find any more manpower?

We'll have to ask our superiors for permission.

Then he said:
"Please wait a moment, I'll go get a telegram. I'll get back to you in half an hour, it should be fine."

Editor-in-Chief Xia nodded upon hearing this:

"Okay, I'll wait for you in my office!"

"No problem!" Fang Yan agreed, and then walked towards the research institute.

Upon arriving here, Fang Yan found Zeng Luquan, who was directing workers to move new bookshelves into the archives room, as some of the previous office supplies were insufficient.

"Director Fang!" Zeng Luquan wiped his sweat and immediately greeted Fang Yan when he saw her arrive.

Fang Yan nodded and, without wasting any words, asked him:
"Has Tao Guangzheng's telegram arrived yet?"

Zeng Luquan was taken aback, then realized what he meant and said:
"came back."

"Inside the office."

Fang Yan immediately ran to the office on the second floor and, with Su Yue's help, found the telegram that Zeng Luquan had mentioned.

The content is very simple:
"I am willing to go to Beijing to serve. I will prepare immediately upon receiving the transfer order."

very good!

As expected, he really wanted to come back.

This answer is basically equivalent to saying, "I'm resigning as dean; I'll be back as soon as the transfer order comes!"

Is there anything more open and transparent than this?
It went even more smoothly than expected. They didn't mention any conditions; they just left the dean behind and came, much like Chen Gongtai and Cao Cao.

Of course, the situation for dialects is much better than for Cao Cao.

So, Fang Yan immediately slapped his thigh and went to find Zhao Xiwu.

Seeing him run away in a hurry, Su Yue looked curious, but didn't dare to ask too many questions.

Fang Yan rushed back in a hurry. Zhao Xiwu was a little confused and asked:
"What's wrong? What happened?"

Fang Yan said to him:
"Two things. First, apply for a transfer order to Xiangyang Hospital in Altay Prefecture, and transfer Dean Tao Guangzheng to the Secret Formula Research Institute."

Zhao Xiwu knew about this matter, and after hearing it, he nodded and said:

"Is there news so soon?"

"Hmm." Fang Yan nodded and showed the telegram to Zhao Xiwu.

After reading it, Zhao Xiwu was also impressed that this person had given up his position as hospital director to come back.

Of course, he had already made plans, otherwise he wouldn't have come back to take the postgraduate entrance exam.

“Okay, I’ll issue the document right away, but… isn’t he considered a top talent?” Zhao Xiwu reminded Fang Yan.

Fang Yan paused for a moment, then thought for a moment and said:
"Never mind that for now, let's prepare the documents first. I'll let the boss know later."

We have to figure out how to speak this dialect. If all else fails, we can add a treatment team for glioma later.

We still have to bring them back.

Zhao Xiwu nodded. Fang Yan's connections with higher-ups were quite useful, and right now, Fang Yan even had more influence than Zhao Xiwu, especially these past few days.

"And the second one?" Zhao Xiwu asked Fang Yan.

Fang Yan didn't mince words, explaining that the Guangzhou military needed to reprint a first aid manual and supplement the incorrect herbal illustrations. He then sighed, "Editor-in-Chief Xia said that the university archives have the materials, but my research institute simply doesn't have enough manpower. I'll have to ask you for help."

Zhao Xiwu said:
"The manpower issue isn't difficult; I'll take care of it for you."

Fang Yan nodded, and then immediately went to call his boss.

I still need to talk to Vice Minister Li about Tao Guangzheng's matter.

PS: The basic chapter of 6000 words is now complete. I've also gained 100 more monthly votes, so I still owe you 2000 words.

I owe you all 5000 words in total, and there will be an extra chapter later.

(End of this chapter)