Rebirth 1977 Great Era

Chapter 1270 A First Attempt at Zhuyou Technique in a Local Dialect! You're so eager to improve? (Two chapters combined)
The elderly woman suddenly developed tinnitus and deafness after the death of her child. This was an emotional illness. After treatment with Western medicine and conventional Chinese medicine to relieve phlegm and open the orifices, her hearing partially recovered, but she continued to be disturbed by the sound of cicadas.

According to the incantation technique taught by the old monk, it harmonizes qi and blood and clears blockages by resonating with special syllables and natural rhythms.

However, the old lady still has some hearing problems, and it's unclear whether performing the incantation technique would be effective.

Moreover, given the current situation, I would need to find a good excuse to do so.

It's definitely not appropriate to talk about the Zhuyou technique anymore; changing the name to something like sound therapy would be more suitable.

After deciding to give it a try, Fang Yan prepared to take action.

Fang Yan first gestured to Chu Qiaonan and said:
"Help the old lady steady first."

Chu Qiaonan was taken aback and asked:

"Brother Fang, have you come up with a treatment method?"

Fang Yan nodded and said:

“Well, a few days ago I found a set of ‘Five Elements Sound Therapy’ in my family’s collection of books. It is said to be a prescription used by Taoist doctors in the Song Dynasty to treat emotional disorders. It uses specific tones to open up the meridians…” He paused deliberately, and seeing Chu Qiaonan’s puzzled look, he immediately added, “But this method is too unorthodox and has never been verified. I plan to give it a try for now. If it doesn’t work, we can try other methods.”

"The old lady's condition is more likely due to emotional issues. Even if the medication is effective, the root cause remains. While sound therapy cannot solve the fundamental problem, it is a new approach."

Upon hearing that it was a method from ancient texts, Chu Qiaonan had no doubts and immediately said:

“Okay, I’ve been thinking about it too. There’s nothing wrong with the prescription we just had. Even if I wrote a new one, it would probably be about the same result. Maybe we should try a different approach.”

"I originally planned to try the Thirteen Ghost Needles, but the old lady's physical condition is really not able to withstand it now. If you have a new method, that would be the best."

The female police officer standing nearby was also very curious when she heard Fang Yan's method. However, she had heard of Fang Yan's reputation before, and since this was an ancient book that Fang Yan had found, it should be of some use.

In short, she doesn't care what method she uses to wake the person up; as long as she can get them to wake up, the job is done.

She spoke to the dialect:

"Dr. Fang, it would be best if you had a solution. To be honest, we have tried many methods, but it is still the same. We are at our wits' end."

Fang Yan nodded and said:

"When I demonstrate it later, please don't make a sound. This is my first time using this thing, so even if you find it a little strange, please don't interrupt me."

Chu Qiaonan and the policewoman nodded after hearing this, wondering just how strange this was.
Hearing that they both agreed, Fang Yan called out to the old lady twice more. She looked at him blankly, which was good, as she did react.

Fang Yan asked Chu Qiaonan to help the old lady up, and then began the preparations as the old monk had instructed.

Fang Yan bent his knees slightly into a stance, with his right palm hovering three inches above the old lady's Tanzhong acupoint (the pericardium's mu point), and his left hand gently tapping the Hegu acupoint (the large intestine meridian's original point) with three fingers in a hook shape.

He then closed his eyes and adjusted his breathing until the frequency of his breath was completely in sync with the old lady's weak pulse. Then, his left little finger suddenly twitched, and he felt a stagnant feeling of qi stagnation coming from the Taichong acupoint of the patient's liver meridian. He let out a long, low "shh..." from his lips, the sound like autumn wind sweeping away withered leaves, and deliberately suppressed the frequency of his throat vibration.

Simultaneously perform hand gestures, with the right hand forming one of the twelve finger gestures, the "Thunder Seal," and the index finger tapping the Laogong acupoint in the palm. Then, the ring finger suddenly points towards the Tinggong acupoint (small intestine meridian point) on the patient's left ear.

The scene was eerie; Fang Yan was now making vibrations in his mouth and gesturing with his hands, somewhat like a shaman performing a ritual in the countryside.

Just then, the policewoman noticed that the old lady's eyelids suddenly started twitching wildly, as if she was twitching uncontrollably several times. Then, her thin right hand suddenly grabbed Chu Qiaonan's wrist, which was holding her steady, and her nails dug deep into the flesh. Chu Qiaonan's eyes bulged in pain, and she almost cried out.

"Hiss..." He gasped, staring in shock at Fang Yan and the old lady. What was this? Why were they pinching him?
The dialect's guttural sound suddenly shifts to a deep, resonant "Ah...", like the lingering echo of an ancient temple bell tolling in the morning.

With her left hand supporting the patient's Fengfu acupoint (where the Du and Yangwei meridians intersect) on the back of her head, and her thumb gently pressing against the Fengchi acupoint below the occipital bone, the policewoman saw countless beads of sweat seeping from the old woman's forehead and the back of her head, which soon began to fall in large drops.

"Tao...Taozi, don't go over there!" The old lady screamed and struggled, tears streaming down her face.

effective!
The dialect suddenly stopped, and the hands were placed on top of each other and pressed on the patient's Baihui acupoint (Sanyang Wuhui).

According to the finishing technique in the old monk's book: Meridian circulation: push down along the Du meridian to the Dazhui acupoint, then slide two fingers towards the Jianjing acupoint (an important acupoint of the Gallbladder meridian).

The closed loop of Qi and blood guidance is completed in one go.

The next second, the old lady's body went limp and she fell into Chu Qiaonan's arms, her eyelids trembling as she weakly uttered, "Quiet... quiet?"

Then, the old man fell into a deep sleep.

"What happened?" the policewoman asked Fang Yan in shock.

Before Fang Yan could answer, Chu Qiaonan said:
"Look, something is coming out of the old lady's ear canal!"

Everyone looked over and saw that yellowish-brown mucus was flowing from the old lady's ears. Fang Yan quickly found some cotton and started wiping it away.

"What is this again?" the policewoman asked Chu Qiaonan, looking completely bewildered.

Chu Qiaonan shook his head and looked at Fang Yan. This was the first time he had ever seen this technique. It was unheard of. It seemed to be a combination of acupressure and sound waves.

Fang Yan gently wiped the mucus flowing from the old lady's ear canal with cotton. He could feel that the liquid was slightly warm, thick but odorless.

He explained as he wiped:
"This is the pent-up emotions, along with dampness and turbidity, being expelled from the ear canal. The old lady's blood and qi were disordered due to the pain of losing her son, causing qi stagnation in the liver meridian and dampness and turbidity blocking the hearing orifice. Although the previous medicine opened part of the ear canal, it did not expel the deep-seated stagnation. The rhythm and techniques of the 'Five Elements Sound Therapy' are designed to help her expel these blockages."

The policewoman leaned closer to examine the yellowish-brown mucus on the cotton, then looked at the elderly woman whose brow had relaxed considerably in her slumber, her tone filled with disbelief:
"Does it really work that well? She was just staring blankly, but now she looks much better."

"Don't make any noise, let the old lady get some sleep." Fang Yan gestured to Chu Qiaonan to help the old lady to the recliner next to her and cover her with a light coat. "Her pent-up emotions have dissipated, and her mind has finally relaxed. Let her wake up naturally. Once she wakes up, the cicada chirping should be much quieter."

After settling the old lady according to the instructions in the dialect, Chu Qiaonan rubbed her wrist, which had been pinched until it was red, and said with a wry smile:
"Brother Fang, your 'Five Elements Sound Healing Technique' is amazing! When the old lady pinched me just now, I thought something had gone wrong, but it turned out to be a sign that it was working. The 'shh' and 'ha' sounds and the hand techniques look simple, but there must be a lot of intricacies involved, right?"

The dialect didn't directly explain the basics of Zhuyou magic, only vaguely stating:

“The ancient books say that the five elements are matched with the five tones. ‘Xu’ belongs to wood and is connected to the liver meridian, and ‘He’ belongs to fire and is connected to the heart meridian. The old lady had liver stagnation turning into fire and was restless. These two tones can be used to harmonize the condition. The acupoints on the hands are key to unblocking the meridians and guiding qi and blood. They must be coordinated with the breath and the rhythm of the technique. Even a slight difference will not work.”

As he spoke, he wrote down a prescription: Bupleurum, Curcuma, Albizia bark, Polygala, Acorus... all of which are herbs that soothe the liver, calm the mind, and clear the orifices.

After writing it down, he handed it to the female police officer: "Get the medicine according to this prescription. Take one dose a day, decoct it twice and drink it in two separate doses. Come back for a follow-up visit after half a month. If the cicada chirping worsens or you feel bloated, come see me anytime."

The policewoman took the prescription and thanked her repeatedly: "Dr. Fang, thank you so much! We took Aunt Zhang to several hospitals but nothing worked. Your method worked. I'll go get the medicine right away and make sure she takes it on time."

When Fang Yan heard the policewoman call the old lady "Auntie," he immediately realized that this woman was not the old lady's daughter-in-law, but someone who had come specifically to take care of her.

Fang Yan let the old lady rest in the examination room, and then continued to see the next patient.

There weren't many people left after that. Today, there were over thirty doctors seeing patients. With several hundred patients, each doctor would only see about twenty, so it would be enough to see them all in one morning.

Around 12 o'clock, Fang Yan and Chu Qiaonan had finished watching.

The line outside is almost empty.

"Water...can I have some water?"

Upon hearing the sound, everyone immediately looked toward where the old woman was lying.

At this moment, her eyes cleared a bit. She first glanced blankly at the white walls of the examination room, then slowly turned to Fang Yan and Chu Qiaonan, who were tidying up their medical supplies. Her lips moved, and she made a weak sound, saying again, "Water... could you give me some water?"

The policewoman had already gone to get the medicine. Now that the old lady had woken up and wanted water, Fang Yan was the first to react and said:

"Right away!"

After saying that, she took a cup and poured some warm water into it. Chu Qiaonan took the cup and held it to her lips, saying, "Auntie, please drink slowly and don't choke."

Although the old lady pinched his hand quite hard just now, Chu Qiaonan didn't take it to heart at all.

The old lady sipped her water slowly, her Adam's apple bobbing, and only after finishing the cup did she let out a long sigh of relief.

She raised her hand and touched her ear, a look of disbelief on her face.

"It's...it's not making any noise anymore?" She turned her head again and asked Chu Qiaonan softly, "Young man, I heard you speak clearly just now, that cicada-like sound, it's really faded away!" Her tone was full of surprise, but her eyes slowly reddened.

Just then, the policewoman returned with the medicine, carrying a heavy bag of medicine in her hand. As soon as she entered the door, she heard the old lady's words and quickly walked over: "Aunt Zhang, you're awake? Is it really not making any noise?"

The old woman nodded, grasped the policewoman's hand, and said in a choked voice, "Xiao Li, I'm really much better... Just now, when I was asleep, I dreamed of Taozi. He smiled and said to me, 'Mom, don't worry about me all the time, just live your life well'... Waaah..."

The old lady started crying again as she spoke.

Everyone quickly offered words of comfort.

Then Chu Qiaonan took the old lady's pulse and said to Fang Yan:

"Your pulse is much smoother and gentler than before, no longer as tight and constricted. Brother Fang, that move of yours... was pretty impressive!"

Fang Yan said with a smile:

"Hehe, this is my first time using it too. I didn't expect that the sound would be so effective in healing."

After saying that, he looked at the female police officer and the old lady. This matter couldn't be spread too mysteriously, otherwise who knows what trouble might follow. For now, he insisted that it was sound wave therapy.

The female police officer also said, "I've only heard of foreign countries using infrasound to make lethal weapons. I never imagined that our own country used sound to heal and save lives in ancient times. It's truly amazing."

The old lady also said:

"I do feel much clearer-headed now. I just remember this young doctor pointing at me and my energy was surging everywhere! I've never seen a doctor treat patients like this before in all my years of life."

He said in dialect:

"Once the pent-up emotions dissipate and the mind is at peace, the ears will naturally find peace!"

"Dr. Fang, thank you so much." The old lady struggled to get up, but Fang Yan held her down. "Don't get up, rest a little longer. The medicine has been brought back. Go back and decoct it as I told you, one dose a day, once in the morning and once in the evening. Come back for a follow-up visit after half a month. Don't stay cooped up in the house all the time. Go out and get some sunshine, chat with your neighbors, and don't keep everything bottled up inside."

The female police officer placed the medicine bag on the table and added:

“Aunt Zhang, I’ll make time to come over and talk to you every afternoon. If you miss Taozi, just tell me about his childhood. Don’t carry this burden alone.”

The old lady said:
"It's alright, Taozi's older brother is coming back next month, so I'll have someone to take care of me from now on... Xiao Li, you don't need to worry too much!"

"Your brother is coming back? That's wonderful!" Chu Qiaonan said with a smile, helping the old lady tuck in the hem of her coat. "With family by your side, you'll feel more at ease, and your recovery will definitely be faster." A relieved smile appeared on the old lady's face: "Yes, he's serving in the army in another city. I didn't dare tell him after Taozi's accident, afraid it would affect his work in the army. I couldn't hide it from him any longer, so I sent him a telegram. He said the army approved his leave to visit his family, and he'll be here next month." Speaking of her son's brother, her tone became more hopeful. "He's always doted on Taozi since we were little, and he loves me too. With him here, I can finally have someone to rely on."

Hearing the dialect made me feel relieved.

The old lady's previous despair was largely due to the lack of a close confidant to confide in. Now that a relative is coming back, it's more effective than any amount of medicine.

But how could the old lady send a telegram in this state?

Is it intermittent?

Fang Yan said to the old lady, "Having family with you will make you feel less lonely. When he comes back, if your ears are still uncomfortable or you feel suffocated, have him accompany you to your follow-up appointment, and I will take another look at you."

"Yes, yes, yes!" the old lady nodded repeatedly.

Fang Yan then asked:

"By the way, with your ear like this, how was this telegram sent?"

The old lady explained in dialect:
"It was posted by relatives; they pointed at the photo and gestured to me!"

Fang Yan suddenly understood.

It seems that the old lady's blank expression was not because she was unaware of what was happening outside.

Moreover, he has relatives at home to take care of him, so the situation is much better than he had imagined.

At this moment, the old lady gripped the policewoman's hand tightly and said:

"Xiao Li, you've worked so hard these past few days, taking care of me every day. When my eldest son comes back, I'll have him thank you properly."

The policewoman waved her hand, her eyes welling up with tears: "Aunt Zhang, please don't say that. This is what I should do. You are a martyr's family member, and it's our duty to take care of you. I'm happier than anything else to see you feeling much better now."

Just then, footsteps sounded at the door of the clinic. Li Zhengji entered with Meng Jimin and Xiao Chengzhi. Seeing the situation inside, they said to Fang Yan:

"You haven't finished watching it yet?"

"I finished seeing them a long time ago. Only Aunt Zhang just woke up, and we're talking to her about her follow-up care. How are things outside? Have you encountered any problems?" Fang Yan replied to them.

Li Zhengji said:
"No, there weren't many difficult cases today, and most of them were ones we'd encountered before. Everything went smoothly for everyone."

The dialect serves as a reminder:
"There are still twelve people left!"

Meng Jimin then continued:
"It's alright, I've already checked. The medical records only show occupational diseases, so there's no problem."

Fang Yan nodded; this kind of free clinic for a fixed group is indeed quite regular.

Just like the medical check-ups I did on the scientists at the China Academy of Engineering Physics, they were all suffering from liver stagnation, a result of overworking and excessive thinking.

A fixed group has a fixed set of symptoms.

"Alright, now that we're done, let's head to the cafeteria." Fang Yan called out to the group, urging them to go eat.

Meng Jimin asked in dialect:

"How much longer do you have? Let's go together!"

He said in dialect:

"It's all done. I still need to tidy up the medical records. I'll be there in a bit."

Lao Meng stated:

"No rush, let's go together!"

The others echoed this sentiment, all waiting to go together.

At this moment, the children, who were police officers, helped the old lady to her feet.
"Director Fang, Dr. Chu, we'll be leaving now!"

Fang Yan nodded upon hearing this:
"Okay, be careful on the road!"

Chu Qiaonan also waved.

After they left, several more people arrived at the door:
"Brother Fang!"

"Is Brother Fang still not finished?"

He recorded his medical cases in a dialect, saying:

"Hurry, hurry!"

At the same time, he asked:

"Have you kept proper medical records?"

Several people said:

"I've written them all down."

After a minute, Chu Qiaonan said:

"Brother Fang, I've finished recording it here too."

The dialect part is also written down, he nodded and said:

"Okay, let's go to the cafeteria for lunch together."

The entrance was already packed with people, all waiting to have dinner with Fang Yan.

Fang Yan asked the twelve newly joined people:

"How are you all feeling? Did your doctor's day go smoothly?"

Lin Xueqin took the lead and said:
"It's simple, they're all similar symptoms, and easy to treat."

Another young student said:
"Exactly, it's not even one-tenth as difficult as the exam."

His words made everyone around him laugh; the postgraduate entrance exam was indeed a bit too tricky.

Fang Yan laughed and said:

"Okay, since everyone is fine, let's go eat."

After saying that, he led the large group towards the cafeteria.

I ran into Comrade Liang and Cui Jingyi, the president and secretary of Peking Union Medical College Hospital, as soon as I went downstairs.

They saw Fang Yan and his group come down.

Comrade Liang strode forward, grasped Fang Yan's hand tightly, and spoke with sincerity and a touch of excitement:
"Director Fang, thank you so much for this free clinic organized by the public security system! This morning I was worried that with so many people, things might go wrong, but your TCM department not only treated hundreds of patients, but also cured several old patients of their chronic illnesses. I heard many police officers praising you downstairs just now."

Standing to the side, Cui Jingyi added with a gratified smile, "I just chatted with some veteran officers. They said they'd been to many hospitals without success with their back injuries and tinnitus, but today they either got prescriptions that matched their symptoms or had new treatments that relieved their symptoms. They all gave us a thumbs up, saying that the Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine at Peking Union Medical College Hospital is truly skilled." She looked at the young doctors and students behind Fang Yan and said, "And these young people, they've worked hard today too. They're all full of energy; truly, the younger generation is surpassing the older."

The young students were a little embarrassed by the praise from the dean. Song Jianzhong jumped in and said with a smile, "Dean Cui, you flatter me. It's mainly because Brother Fang led us well. He analyzed the common occupational diseases of police officers in advance, and he had a clear direction for prescribing medicine and making diagnoses, which is why we were able to succeed so smoothly."

Fang Yan glanced at Song Jianzhong. Good heavens! He's blatantly lying and still trying to flatter himself. Does he really want to advance in his career?
Upon hearing this, Cui Jingyi smiled and nodded, then said to Fang Yan:

"Indeed, entrusting the entire management of the Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine to you was the right decision."

Fang Yan quickly said:

"Thank you all for your trust, leader."

Then he looked at his watch and said:
"It's lunchtime now, shall we go eat together?"

Cui Jingyi said:
"Let's go, the cafeteria has prepared special meals for us today."

Fang Yan was taken aback; she hadn't expected there to be another arrangement.
"Okay, let's go together then." He nodded in agreement.

So the group headed towards the Peking Union Medical College cafeteria, and Fang Yan heard a newly joined person behind him asking:
"Hey, this is my first time at the Peking Union Medical College Hospital cafeteria. I wonder how the food is?"

"It's alright." The voice that answered belonged to the taciturn Wang Zhijun.

We got to know each other better last night, and we even worked together today, so we're much more familiar with each other now.

When everyone arrived at the cafeteria, they entered through the side door, where there were private rooms.

Upon entering, Lao Hu was already waiting there.

Fang Yan initially thought it was another dish ordered by Lao Hu, but upon looking at the style of the dishes on the table, she realized it was made in the cafeteria.

"Please find seats, Comrade Liang, please sit here, and Director Fang, please sit next to Mr. Hu," Cui Jingyi said to them.

Everyone was hungry by now, so Cui Jingyi gave them a brief compliment and then invited them to eat.

At this moment, Cui Jingyi asked Fang Yan if he had encountered any difficult cases today. Everyone else also looked at Fang Yan, but before he could answer, Chu Qiaonan couldn't help but speak up to the crowd:

"I did encounter one, but it wasn't Fang who encountered it; it was me. However, Fang helped me resolve it."

"This is the first time I've ever seen sound therapy in traditional Chinese medicine; it's almost like casting a spell..."

PS: The basic chapter of 6000 words has been updated. Monthly votes will be tallied later.

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