Rebirth 1977 Great Era

Chapter 1229 The Fang Family Banquet: The Theory of Prolonging Life and the Method to Break the Deadlock (Bonus Chapter for Monthly Tickets)

The journey of ten minutes or so passed in the blink of an eye.

After parking the car at Xiehe Hospital, Fang Yan and the others got out, and Meng Jimin was already walking over with their luggage.

Behind him were his father-in-law and Old Zhu.

Then everyone walked towards Fang Yan's courtyard house.

"It's been almost a year since I last came here, and this place looks exactly the same," Old Zhu remarked, standing at the entrance of the courtyard house.

The last time I came here was for Fang Yan and Zhu Lin's wedding.

Now that she's here, Zhu Lin is due to give birth in just over a month.

"Come on, let's go inside!" Father-in-law Zhu Guangnan called out.

The dialect also says:
"The rooms are all ready. When you arrive in the capital, you can stay here. It will feel just like your own home."

Zhu Liangchun said:
"Hey, I wasn't even planning on troubling you."

He said in dialect:

"It's no trouble at all, we're all family."

Pushing open the wooden door of the courtyard house, the noise from inside bursts out.

The children were chasing each other around in the yard, it looked very lively.

Zhu Liangchun was happy to see children and said:

"Haha, your yard is a bit different. There weren't this many children last year."

Fang Yan saw Zhao Zhengyi and Zeng Yuxun, the two boys were having a great time playing, unlike Zhao Zhengyi and the little girl who weren't so cheerful before.

It seems that little boys should play with other little boys.

At this moment, the other family members also saw Zhu Liangchun enter the yard and immediately greeted him.

Zhu Liangchun responded happily to each of them.

Zhu Lin was standing by the door frame, her belly already showing. When she saw Zhu Liangchun, her face immediately lit up with a smile: "Uncle, we've been waiting for you!"

"Oh, Xiaolin is pregnant, go back inside and sit down." Zhu Liangchun stepped forward, his gaze lingering on her belly. "You're almost due, aren't you? You have to be careful."

"There's still more than a month to go," Zhu Lin said with a smile, ushering her into the house.

He led Zhu Liangchun into the main hall, told his family to serve him, and then went to the kitchen.

Although I really wanted to ask about the medical records, I still had to follow the proper etiquette when guests came.

Let's eat first and talk about it later.

Soon, family members brought out dishes prepared in their local dialect from the kitchen.

Fang Yan continued working in the kitchen.

Inside the main hall, Zhu Liangchun listened to Meng Jimin report on his studies and work over the past year.

That's basically inseparable from dialects.

After Meng Jimin finished explaining everything briefly, Fang Yan came out of the kitchen.

He said to the crowd:

"Everyone, please sit down at the table. There's still some stew in the kitchen that needs to simmer for a while longer. Let's eat first!"

Everyone took their seats, and the large round table was filled with dishes carefully prepared in the local dialect.

The braised pork belly, steamed fresh fish, stir-fried seasonal vegetables, crispy fried yellow croaker, and several light-flavored Nantong dishes specially prepared for Zhu Liangchun were all incredibly fragrant and tempting.

Zhu Guangnan personally poured tea for Zhu Liangchun and said with a smile:
"Uncle Liangchun, try some of his cooking. He's getting better and better at it, just like he's meticulous when it comes to treating patients." Zhu Liangchun smiled and picked up a piece of steamed fish with his chopsticks.
"Yes, the cooking time is just right, fresh but not greasy. I tried his cooking last time, and his skills have indeed improved."

The atmosphere at the table was very harmonious. Everyone chatted mainly about everyday family matters and the upcoming newborn.

Fang Yan chatted with them while eating, not in a hurry to talk about gliomas, as everyone was in a good mood right now.

When they had almost finished eating, Zhu Liangchun actually brought up the matter himself.

"I just heard that you've been treating a patient with a glioma recently?" Old Zhu asked Fang Yan.

Fang Yan put down his chopsticks and said:
"Yes, on the way back I heard from Senior Brother Chen that you treated one a few years ago."

Old Zhu nodded:
"Yes, there is one, but... it's not very effective."

"..." Fang Yan was taken aback, which meant that Old Zhu still hadn't handled the illness well.

he asked:
"What happened next?"

Old Zhu sighed and said:
"After our treatment, the condition did not progress, but it did not improve either, so the patient eventually chose to have surgery. Ten months after the surgery, the patient passed away."

Fang Yan paused, her hand holding the chopsticks faltering, as if a bucket of cold water had been poured over her newly ignited hope.

He had thought that Old Zhu would have some unique methods, but he never expected it to end like this.

"Didn't the surgery say that the location was too deep to cut?" Chen Youqing interjected from the side, clearly also remembering the tricky part of that case from back then.

Zhu Liangchun picked up a piece of green vegetable with his chopsticks and chewed it slowly:

"Later, the patient's family found the best neurosurgeon in Shanghai and risked surgery, saying that 80% of the brain tissue was removed. However, the postoperative complications were severe, with infection and cerebral edema all coming at them. In the end, they still couldn't hold on."

He put down his chopsticks and said with a hint of helplessness:
"At that time, I said that this disease is like an old tree infested with termites. You can either watch it wither and die, or you can chisel open the heartwood to remove the insects. But once the heartwood is broken, the tree will not survive."

Old Hu, listening from the side, frowned deeply: "So, this disease is incurable?"

“It’s not that there’s no cure,” Zhu Liangchun said, looking at Fang Yan. “We just need to be clear that what we can do is not to ‘cure’ the disease, but to ‘extend life.’ If we can reduce the suffering of patients and help them live a few more days, then our treatment will not have been in vain.”

Fang Yan looked thoughtful.

After a few seconds, he asked:
"What approach did you ultimately use to adjust the prescription?"

Zhu Liangchun said:
"We should combine attack and tonification. First, use insect-based medicines to break up blood stasis and remove toxins. Once the phlegm and blood stasis have dispersed, add astragalus and angelica to replenish qi and blood. It's like fighting a war. First, send out the elite troops to charge into battle, and then bring in the provisions. Otherwise, the patient's body simply cannot withstand it." He thought for a moment and then added, "If your patient is weak, remember to reduce the amount of bitter and cold medicines and use more yam and lotus seeds to strengthen the spleen. Only when the spleen and stomach are healthy can the medicine be tolerated."

Fang Yan touched his chin. He didn't respond, but was thinking about Tao Guangzheng's treatment logic in 1993 in his memory.

At this moment, Meng Jimin asked from the side, "Master, can we use acupuncture?"

“It is possible, but the right acupoints must be selected,” Zhu Liangchun said. “Near points like Baihui and Fengchi should be used, along with Zusanli to replenish qi and blood. However, the needles must not be inserted too deeply, and the technique must be gentle, otherwise it is easy to draw the pathogenic factors deeper.” He looked at Fang Yan:

“You have inherited Lao Cheng’s true skills in acupuncture, and you are more proficient than me. You can handle this aspect yourself.”

Fang Yan nodded.

Hearing that things were more difficult than she had imagined, her mother, who was standing nearby, also became a little worried.

She said:
"Then...can Hye-won's condition still be cured?"

Fang Yan heard his mother's words and said:
"This matter is still undecided, but I will definitely do my best."

At this moment, Chen Youqing asked Fang Yan curiously:

"By the way, how are you treating this patient you're currently dealing with?"

Fang Yan came to his senses and said:
"We used an ancient method called the 'Nine Orifices Ice-Guiding Method,' which guides the phlegm, blood stasis, toxins, and heat that are stagnant in the body downwards."

"The main medicine consists of Glauber's salt, bezoar, borneol, and fresh bamboo sap. It is applied to the nine orifices on the head and face and under the tongue, and then combined with a sitz bath with Glauber's salt water to create pathways. However, her body was too weak, so we added a large dose of Astragalus membranaceus, Atractylodes macrocephala, and Angelica sinensis tail to support her vital energy."

"Even so, there was a near-disaster after taking the medicine. The patient was short of breath and had an irregular pulse. Fortunately, Master Hai Deng managed to stabilize the situation in time. Now the blood stasis has been mostly eliminated, and the pulse has returned. We are slowly nourishing the patient with Astragalus Decoction and rice porridge to help restore their stomach qi."

"We are considering adding meridian guidance techniques to further unblock the channels. We are also waiting for a doctor from XJ, whose family has been specializing in brain diseases for nine generations, to come and see if he has any better methods."

P.S.: I still owe you 1000 words after finishing this chapter. That's all for today, please come back tomorrow.

(End of this chapter)