Rebirth 1977 Great Era

Chapter 1273 Returning Overseas Chinese Use the Twelve and a Half Linked Locks of Taoist Medicine (Combined Chapter)
Director Liao stood in the center of the makeshift podium, facing the slightly uneasy overseas Chinese, his expression solemn and full of concern.

Above his head was a red banner that read "Warmly welcome Vietnamese returned overseas Chinese compatriots".

On both sides of the audience, television cameras captured this moment.

Director Liao, as a leader of the Overseas Chinese Affairs Office, had just finished telling a story about an overseas Chinese businessman. After Fang Yan and his group entered, they were seated at a table.

These are the government officials who shook hands with them just now.

"Comrades, compatriots!" Director Liao's tone was serious and profound.
"Today, in this capital city in August, the lights of the Minzu Hotel are warm! On behalf of the motherland and the people, I and all the comrades present extend the warmest welcome and the most cordial greetings to our compatriots who have returned from afar! Comrades, you've come home!"

His gaze swept over the tired faces and tightly clutched bags of the overseas Chinese, his tone filled with regret.

"The Party and the government know about your hardships and suffering! The people of the whole country know about them! Look at the cloth bag that you are holding tightly in your hands, comrades. This may be the little bit of hard-earned money you managed to keep when you left your homes and fled in panic, a few changes of clothes! Look at the exhaustion and lingering fear on your faces. This is the pain of leaving your homes, and even more so, the fear and trauma left behind after suffering persecution and bullying over there, and even hearing about some of your compatriots being openly robbed on the streets!"

The camera shutter clicked away, capturing the scene.

Some cameras were also taking pictures of the crowd below the stage.

Fang Yan's expression was serious as he stared intently at Director Liao speaking on the stage.

We can't be joking around right now.

At this moment, Director Liao on the stage raised his voice, filled with righteous indignation:
"Comrades, you were all diligent and honest businessmen over there! You accumulated your wealth through your own hard work, in a fair and aboveboard manner!"

"However, their authorities have broken their promises and implemented erroneous policies, unreasonably depriving you of the foundation upon which you live and make a living! They have forcibly confiscated your shops, factories, and the family property that you have painstakingly built up over generations! Even worse, they have openly robbed you of your property and threatened your personal safety, forcing you to transform overnight from law-abiding overseas Chinese businessmen into homeless and displaced 'abandoned people'! This treatment is outrageous! It is heartbreaking! Your grievances and the injustices you have suffered are deeply felt by the motherland and the people!"

"But comrades! Fellow countrymen! Now, you have set foot on the soil of your motherland! The motherland is the strongest backing for overseas Chinese, and the common mother of all Chinese sons and daughters!"

"The motherland's embrace is always open to the persecuted and wronged children! Today, the warm lights of the Minzu Hotel are the lighthouse we light for our returning travelers!"

"We care about the difficulties faced by every compatriot returning home! We have already implemented a series of resettlement measures: doing our best to guarantee everyone's basic living needs! Helping you find suitable accommodation! Providing you with suitable jobs and self-help production as soon as possible! Organizing necessary technical training! We are determined and capable of helping you overcome your current difficulties, settle down as soon as possible, rebuild a stable home on this land that once nurtured you or your ancestors, and stand tall as proud Chinese people again! Regain your lost dignity!"

Upon hearing this, loud applause erupted from the audience, and some people even burst into tears of emotion.

Then Director Liao said to the camera:

"At the same time, all our units and departments should carry forward the spirit of cooperation, where one side helps another in times of trouble! We should understand the trauma and confusion experienced by our returned overseas Chinese compatriots, extend a helping hand, care for them, and help them settle down in the big family of the motherland as soon as possible, and work together to build our socialist modern power!"

"Comrades, let the shadows of the past remain on the other side of the border! The future, under the skies of our motherland, will surely be bright and warm! From today onwards, you are no longer wandering outcasts, you are—glorious relatives returning to the motherland! Let us join hands and create a better tomorrow together! Welcome home! The motherland thanks you for returning!"

As Director Liao finished speaking, the applause from the audience was thunderous and lasted for a long time. Many returned overseas Chinese clapped and wiped away tears, finally finding an outlet for their long-suppressed grievances and unease in these warm words.

The television cameraman quickly pointed his lens at these returning overseas Chinese, who were expressing their genuine emotions, and captured this touching scene. Several reporters also quickly stepped forward to interview the returning overseas Chinese.

After Director Liao stepped down from the podium, he was immediately surrounded by a group of returned overseas Chinese.

They finally managed to get out, only to be immediately surrounded by another group of people. What they had just said might not have made much of a difference to people in China, but to the overseas Chinese who had just returned from over there, it was incredibly moving.

Now everyone sees Director Liao as a lifeline, and they want to verify many questions with him. For a moment, Director Liao is unable to get away.

However, this is a very good news topic.

The photographer was snapping away, and Fang Yan also thought it was a great promotional image.

It should be noted that these overseas Chinese businessmen are only a small fraction of the total. They are considered to be either capable or lucky. Many others do not even receive the same treatment. Some of the more unfortunate ones have already had their assets seized and have no way to leave.

What's needed now is publicity like that from Director Liao.

After Director Liao dealt with the crowd for several minutes, he finally emerged from the crowd. He immediately urged everyone to serve the food and talk while they ate. After hearing the instructions, the restaurant staff began to serve the dishes.

Although these people probably lived a pretty good life before, they have suffered misfortune and haven't had a proper meal in a long time. Now that the food is on the table, they can't help but shift their attention.

The dishes served today are different from those at the Yanjing Hotel. The food here is more rustic, with a focus on being oily and plentiful.

And probably to accommodate their dietary habits, it even looks a bit like Vietnamese cuisine.

Anyway, I saw a lot of seasonings that I hadn't seen before because of the dialect.

Lemon and lemongrass are words rarely used in dialects.

The flavor of Southeast Asia is palpable.

"Come on, let's eat too!" Cui Jingyi called out to everyone present. Today, these cadres were all here waiting for Director Liao to assign them work. Right now, Comrade Liao was still busy, and everyone was hungry. Apart from a young man speaking in dialect, everyone else at the table was a cadre in his sixties.

Unable to bear the hunger, everyone readily agreed upon hearing Cui Jingyi's suggestion and started eating with their chopsticks.

Another group of cadres at the table saw Fang Yan and his group starting to eat, and immediately joined in without holding back, their legs already cramping from hunger.

After taking several bites, seeing that Director Liao was still speaking to the returned overseas Chinese at other tables and no one here noticed, everyone started chatting with each other.

"We've been practically invisible all day. We wonder what the boss will do next?"

"Judging from this situation, we're probably going to have to wait a long time."

"By the way, what department are you from?"

"We are from the labor and employment department!"

“We are part of the civil relief system.”

"I work for the industry and commerce department."

"I work in the public security household registration department."

"I work for the overseas Chinese affairs system."

Everyone greeted each other enthusiastically, and then someone asked in the dialect:

"And you, young man?"

The person from the overseas Chinese affairs system said:
"You don't even know him?"

"Dialects! Our Director Liao's trump card!"

Upon hearing the introduction, Fang Yan quickly waved his hand:
"Don't dare to take it! Don't dare to take it!"

Only then did the veteran cadres present realize:
"Oh, dialect! Hey, I thought the face looked familiar, and I was trying to remember where I'd seen it before! Turns out I'd seen it in the newspaper. Today I finally meet it in person."

Then someone echoed:
"Haha, I remember now, this young man is really amazing! I heard there's no illness he can't cure?"

"I've heard about that too!"

"Yes, I heard that foreigners are talking about him in the newspapers, and it's affecting the status of Western medicine or something like that?"

Fang Yan quickly cupped his hands in greeting and said:

"You flatter me, everyone. I came here with the leaders today... This is our leader from Peking Union Medical College Hospital, Dean Cui Jingyi!" As he spoke, he pulled Cui Jingyi, who was eating rice nearby, out of the way.

When the elderly woman, Cui Jingyi, heard someone calling her in dialect, she put down her chopsticks and greeted the others.

"Comrade Fang Yan is not only Director Liao's trump card, but also our hospital's trump card. He still maintains a 100% cure rate. At present, it can be said that no disease can stump him."

The old lady also started praising Fang Yan. This was the first time Fang Yan had come to such an occasion with Cui Jingyi. Before, she had always come with the old dean. Now she was like an old lady praising her grandson, praising him to everyone else.

As if afraid others wouldn't know how powerful dialects are.

Fang Yan was also impressed and said to the old lady:
"Dean Cui, please don't praise me. It's not proper for us to praise each other."

Cui Jingyi said:
"Hey, these kinds of occasions are rare, so you should make the most of this opportunity to leave a lasting impression on everyone."

Upon hearing the old lady's theory, Fang Yan remembered that she had a background in propaganda.

As expected, his ideas differed from those of the old dean and the others.

The others, overhearing Fang Yan and Cui Jingyi's conversation, smiled and said to them:

"There's no need to promote his dialect. Everyone knows his name. When the college entrance exam results came out this year, everyone was talking about him, saying that this year's top scorer wasn't as good as last year's and was far from getting a perfect score."

"Fang Yan is not only Director Liao's top doctor, but also last year's top scorer in the college entrance examination, with full marks in all five subjects. I wonder when someone as capable as him will appear again."

Just as everyone was eating and chatting about dialect gossip, Fangyan reminded everyone:
"Director Liao is here!"

Upon hearing the dialect, everyone immediately turned to look to the side and, sure enough, saw Director Liao walking over.

For a moment, no one spoke, except for Fang Yan, who waved to Director Liao after seeing this.
"Director, come quick, there's still room here!"

The others were shocked by Fang Yan's actions. "Wait... are you being so casual?"
As expected, Director Liao came over after hearing Fang Yan's shouts and actually found an empty seat at their table.

Everyone present was speechless. Director Liao must have had other seats prepared, but he just sat down like that.

Then he picked up his bowl and chopsticks, took a few bites of food, and said after a couple of bites:
"Let's deal with these two bites first; we still have a mission later."

"What mission?" Fang Yan asked.

Director Liao put down his chopsticks, picked up the enamel mug on the table, took a sip of hot water, and said in a slightly tired but still steady voice: "After the meal, I still need to hold a short meeting to further refine the specific division of labor for the resettlement of returned overseas Chinese. I just talked with some elderly overseas Chinese and found that the situation is more complicated than expected. More than a dozen families have been separated in Vietnam, and many of them are with elderly people and children who are in poor health. Their medical care and accommodation must be given priority."

His gaze swept over the officials at the table, and his tone became serious:

"Comrades in the civil affairs system, you must compile a complete list of information on all returned overseas Chinese families tonight, categorizing them by population, age, and health status, and submit the temporary accommodation allocation plan to me first thing tomorrow morning. Give priority to families with infants and young children and seriously ill elderly people, and try to arrange sunny and spacious rooms for them."

The veteran comrades in the civil affairs system immediately put down their chopsticks, took out their notebooks, and wrote it down:
"Director Liao, don't worry, we'll organize people to do the count overnight after we finish eating, and make sure we don't miss a single household."

"Comrades from the labor and employment and industry and commerce departments," Director Liao turned to the other side, "tomorrow morning, we'll set up a consultation point in the hotel lobby and compile a list of the positions we can offer. We need factory technicians, shop clerks, and apprentices in handicraft workshops, especially returned overseas Chinese who have skills in repair, sewing, and cooking. We should give priority to them in finding suitable positions. In addition, for overseas Chinese business owners who want to open small shops, we will simplify the business registration process and handle their cases on a case-by-case basis."

"Understood! We'll coordinate with the various units tonight and compile the job list!" The official from the labor and employment department quickly agreed.

Director Liao then looked at the officer in charge of household registration at the Public Security Bureau:
"Household registration needs to keep up. The supporting documents of returned overseas Chinese are incomplete. Some have lost their passports, and some only have photocopies of their ID cards. You need to handle this flexibly. Register them as temporary residents first, and then complete the formalities later. We cannot let them be delayed in seeking medical treatment or employment because they do not have a household registration."

The police officers nodded in agreement: "We have prepared temporary registration forms. After we finish eating, we will go to the medical point and accommodation area to register people. We will ensure that you can be processed as soon as you arrive."

Director Liao said:
“They don’t do human things over there. Some of them have businesses, and some of them are quite large. They are forced to join their country, their documents are confiscated, and their money in the banks there is frozen. But these people still have businesses and savings in other countries. After being brought back, they plan to start anew here. We need to provide them with convenience and support.”

Everyone nodded.

Director Liao was probably referring to the overseas Chinese businessmen who got off the first bus with him.

Finally, Director Liao's gaze fell on Fang Yan and Cui Jingyi, and his tone softened: "We're counting on you two for the medical care. Dean Cui, please ask Xiehe Hospital to send some more medical staff tomorrow and set up two more physical examination windows. We should strive to complete the basic physical examinations for all returned overseas Chinese within three days and establish health records. In particular, we should focus on screening the elderly and children for chronic and infectious diseases."

Cui Jingyi put down her bowl and replied seriously, "I have already called the hospital, and ten medical staff will come with equipment first thing tomorrow morning. The physical examination process has also been simplified to ensure efficiency and accuracy. In addition, we have prepared common medicine kits and will give one to each household. They contain cold medicine, fever reducers, and wound medicine, along with detailed instructions for use."

Director Liao nodded in satisfaction, then looked at Fang Yan: "Fang Yan, you are experienced. Tomorrow, focus on following up with those returned overseas Chinese with difficult and complicated illnesses. Just now, an elderly overseas Chinese said that his wife has rheumatoid arthritis, which cannot be treated in Vietnam and is in so much pain that she cannot get out of bed; there was also a young woman who said that her vision is always blurry and she suspects that she has cataracts... Go and see these cases. If they can be treated, arrange treatment as soon as possible. If hospitalization is needed, coordinate beds at Peking Union Medical College Hospital."

“Okay, Director Liao.” Fang Yan immediately agreed. “I’ll go see those two patients tonight to make a preliminary diagnosis so I can prepare a treatment plan in advance.”

Director Liao patted him on the shoulder: "I feel at ease with you here. Remember, the returned overseas Chinese have just gone through hardships and their emotions are unstable. When they come for medical treatment, please comfort them. We need to treat not only their physical ailments but also the knots in their hearts."

“I understand,” Fang Yan nodded solemnly.

The cadres at the table looked at Director Liao's clear and organized work plan, and then at Fang Yan and Cui Jingyi, who were working together seamlessly, and they all felt confident.

The veteran comrades who were just worried about the heavy workload have now calmed down. With such clear arrangements and the cooperation of all parties, we will surely be able to settle the returned overseas Chinese well.

Just then, a commotion suddenly broke out in a corner of the banquet hall, and a staff member rushed over: "Director Liao, a fellow overseas Chinese over there has suddenly fainted!"

Director Liao and Fang Yan stood up at the same time and walked quickly toward the direction of the commotion.

An elderly woman in her sixties was lying on the ground, her face pale and her lips purple. Her son was stamping his feet anxiously beside her, saying, "My mother has heart disease. She ran out of medication in Vietnam. She was so excited listening to you that she suddenly collapsed!"

This caused quite a commotion. With so many people here, many put down their bowls and chopsticks and looked over there.

"Don't panic, I'll handle it!" Fang Yan said as he walked over.

"Make way, everyone! I'm a doctor!" Before Fang Yan even arrived, a Chinese man in his early thirties appeared, came to the old lady's side, and began to take her pulse.

After examining the patient for a moment with a furrowed brow, his expression suddenly turned serious: "These are signs of cardiac arrest. We need to administer medication immediately! My emergency medication is in my luggage; I'll go get it right away!"

The crowd gasped and dispersed.

At this moment, Fang Yan rushed to the side of the old lady who had fainted.

Her eyes were tightly closed, her jaw was clenched, her thin hands were clenched into pale fists, and beads of cold sweat were seeping from her forehead, her front was already soaked with sweat.

The son's tearful cries confirmed Fang Yan's diagnosis: it was a typical case of sudden cardiac blood stasis!
"Get out of the way! Keep the ventilation going!" Fang Yan shouted in a low voice, kneeling down on one knee.

Everyone was dumbfounded. Wait... why is there another one?
The patient's neck was stiff and cold to the touch, but there was still a faint pulse at the pulse point.

He quickly pulled open the old man's collar and was shocked to find a deep, knife-like horizontal crease on his left earlobe, which was a characteristic feature of patients with coronary heart disease!

It's this one again; the train station I took back to Beijing had the same one.

"Hold her shoulders down!" Fang Yan ordered the patient's son.

The patient's son looked completely bewildered.

"Who are you?" he asked.

He said in dialect:

"I'm a doctor too."

"Hurry up, she can't take her medicine in this condition!" Fang Yan urged.

Upon hearing the dialect, the patient's son immediately sprang to attention and quickly followed suit.

At that moment, Fang Yan's hands moved like lightning, forcefully prying open the old man's tightly locked left arm.

Amidst the gasps of the surrounding crowd, he pushed his index finger deep into the patient's armpit, and with his thumb precisely gripping the tendon, he pulled hard!
"Ugh!" The old man, who had been unconscious, let out a short gasp, and his body trembled violently.

The skin under his armpits tightened and then snapped open between the fingers of the person speaking in dialect, making a soft "snap" sound.

The crowd erupted in commotion: "He's tearing at the old man!"

"What kind of method is this?"

Director Liao raised his hand to silence the discussion, his gaze fixed on the dialect gesture.

They ignored the local dialect.

The same method is applied to the right armpit, first pressing against the indentation in front of the armpit and then pulling sharply, causing the patient's lower leg to straighten suddenly.

Then, as the muscles behind the armpit exerted force a second time, the old woman's stiff back suddenly relaxed. Finally, with a third "ho," the middle finger hooked around the center of the armpit and pulled. The old woman exhaled a long breath, and her ashen face visibly faded.

His limbs, which had been taut like a stone sculpture, went limp, and a faint groan escaped through his clenched teeth.

With his fingertips still pressed on the patient's pulse, he suddenly shouted loudly:

"Do you have any nitroglycerin tablets? Who brought any?"

“I have one!” Director Liao took a bottle off his neck. This was a gift from Fang Yan after the last incident.

Three vermilion pills were inserted under the old man's tongue.

Fang Yan pressed on the Hegu acupoint between her thumb and forefinger, and everyone watched as the old lady's chest rose and fell noticeably, and her lips finally turned bloody.

The doctor who had just arrived had returned and was somewhat bewildered by the scene before him.

"Is...is this done?" he asked the people around him.

The overseas Chinese doctor, clutching the medicine bottle, stood frozen, staring at the old woman who was gradually regaining her breath, his face filled with disbelief.

When he took my pulse just now, it was clearly a critical sign of cardiac arrest, but how could there be such a significant improvement in just a few dozen seconds?
"She's not completely out of danger yet, but she's temporarily stabilized." Fang Yan didn't look up, still focused on pressing the old lady's Hegu acupoint, while saying to Director Liao, "Director, could you please have someone contact an ambulance from Xiehe Hospital? She still needs to go to the hospital."

The old lady opened her eyes, clearly knowing that Fang Yan had saved her. She gasped for breath and said to Fang Yan:

"Thank you, young man!"

Fang Yan waved his hand and said:
"It's nothing serious, just an emergency. Don't worry, the ambulance will be here soon!"

"Okay!" The old lady nodded.

The patient's son, wiping away tears, shouted, "Miracle doctor!"

The next second, thunderous applause suddenly erupted in the hall!

The television camera remained firmly focused on the dialect and the hands clasped around the old man's wrists.

Then it was transferred to the faces of other people in the scene.

The crowd erupted in cheers.

PS: The basic chapter of 6000 words has been updated.

Monthly pass statistics will be compiled later.

(End of this chapter)