Rebirth 1977 Great Era

Chapter 1281 What the heck is all this? (Bonus chapter for monthly votes)
Wei Guohao turned to look at Fang Yan, his eyes filled with "How many more surprises do you have that I don't know about?"

One second he's a traditional Chinese medicine doctor, the next he's involved with the military, and even involved in design? And he's highly valued by his superiors?

Facing Wei Guohao's gaze, Fang Yan simply smiled and said to the approaching soldier:

"I still have a few patients to see. Why don't you wait a moment while I arrange for two other colleagues to watch over them for me?"

"How about I help? I can help too." Wei Guohao said to Fang Yan. He had originally planned to come and help today, but he was too busy being shocked all morning. The remaining problems here are not difficult to handle. He can still manage them.

Hearing Wei Guohao's words, Fang Yan shook his head and said:
"Why would I ask you to do it? You just rest and I'll have someone else take a look for me."

It's not that Fang Yan doesn't want Wei Guohao to see a doctor; she wouldn't say anything in other situations. But today we're at Xiehe Hospital, and Wei Guohao isn't from here, so it's really not appropriate for Fang Yan to ask him for help with his medical treatment.

If he causes something and it gets out, who should be held responsible?

Wei Guohao wanted to say something more, but Fang Yan waved his hand at him and said:

"I appreciate your kind offer!"

Then he went out to make arrangements for the people in line. The remaining four people were told by Fang Yan to go to the other two consultation rooms. He also told Li Zhengji and Xiao Chengzhi about it.

The two of them were fine with it and immediately agreed. When they were preparing for their postgraduate entrance exams, they were both eager to see more patients. If anyone had a patient they were willing to take over, they would be happy to do so.

Although things are different now, when Fang Yan asked them for help, they naturally agreed.

They were also curious about what was going on with the dialect.

After asking in dialect, the person in dialect only said:

"I invented some battlefield first aid stuff, and now some comrades from the military are coming over to talk to me."

Li Zhengji and Xiao Chengzhi were also a bit stunned when they heard the news, but they could understand it. Fang Yan had invented a moxibustion box before, so it seemed quite normal for him to suddenly come up with something and invent it again.

The two immediately agreed and told Fang Yan to go quickly.

Fang Yan returned to the clinic, where Anton had already made tea for the three comrades from the army.

Upon seeing Fang Yan enter, the three people immediately addressed him:

“Director Fang, we have already reviewed your three sets of drawings. Minister Qin called a short meeting with us this morning and assigned us to three groups specifically to handle this matter. We are the heads of these three groups.”

“My name is Zhao Zhe, and I am in charge of the ‘winch-type tourniquet’ you designed.”

After this person finished introducing himself, another middle-aged soldier in his thirties also stood up, saluted Fang Yan, and then said:
"Director Fang, my name is Wu Shulang, and I am in charge of the folding aluminum alloy stretcher you designed."

Another thin, middle-aged man gave the final salute:
"Director Fang, my name is Xiao Long, and I am in charge of modular waterproof first aid kits."

This surprised Fang Yan, and he asked:

"So, it sounds like Minister Qin's side is preparing to start production immediately after seeing the blueprints?"

The three nodded, and Zhao Zhe said:
"After our meeting, we believe that your data is clear, the design is mature, and it is highly practical. It is not technically difficult at all, and it is more advanced than existing similar products in terms of concept. There is nothing to improve or criticize in any aspect." "The technical staff of the General Logistics Department suggested that production be started immediately and equipment be put into use as soon as possible. We are here now to go over the final details with you and confirm that our understanding is correct."

Looking at the serious yet anxious expressions of the three soldiers in front of him, Fang Yan felt a huge weight lifted from his shoulders.

"Come on, everyone, don't stand, sit down!"

He quickly gestured for the three of them to sit down.

These people also took out blueprints and handed them to Fang Yan. Fang Yan took them and said:
“Since Minister Qin has already made the decision, let’s get right to the details. I’ll start with the tourniquet. Look here…” He pointed to the structural diagram of the “winch-type tourniquet” and said:
"The core of the winch is this ratchet mechanism. I designed it with a one-way locking structure, which can quickly tighten the bandage when rotating, and automatically locks once released, preventing it from loosening due to vibration or the wounded person's struggle..."

He explained it to them in dialect, and although it was very detailed, he still had to repeat it to them in dialect.

Zhao Zhe, who was in charge of the tourniquet, immediately took out his notebook to take notes, and asked as he wrote, "Director Fang, you designed the width of the bandage to be 5 centimeters. Is it possible to adjust it? For example, to change it to 3 centimeters, which would be more convenient to carry."

Fang shook his head, his tone certain: "It can't be changed. The 5 centimeters is calculated; if it's too narrow, the local pressure will be too high, which can easily damage blood vessels and muscles. The 5 centimeters is just right to ensure hemostasis while minimizing tissue damage. If you think it takes up too much space to carry, it can be designed to roll up like tape and stored in a plastic case. You can just pull it out when you need it."

Zhao Zhe suddenly realized and quickly crossed out his previous thoughts in his notebook, adding the note "The width of the bandage cannot be adjusted, but the storage method can be optimized."

Next, it was Wu Shulang's turn to ask questions, as he was in charge of folding the stretcher.

He pointed to the metal hinge on the drawing: "Director Fang, you marked the lifespan of the spring latch on this hinge as 500 opening and closing cycles. But the environment on the front lines is complex, and there may be mud and sand getting in. Won't that affect the sensitivity of the latch?"

"You've thought this through very carefully." Fang Yan nodded approvingly, drawing a small groove on the drawing. "We can add a dustproof sealing ring here, made of oil-resistant rubber, which can block mud and sand without affecting opening and closing. In addition, I've left drainage holes at the main pole connection, so even if the stretcher is submerged in water, the water can be drained quickly, preventing the aluminum alloy pipes from rusting. This design can extend the lifespan of the stretcher during the rainy season in the south and river crossing rescues."

Wu Shulang's eyes lit up, and he immediately instructed the accompanying technician to note down the modification: "This dustproof sealing ring must be added! The wooden stretchers the army used before would get stuck as soon as they got muddy, and your design solves that problem perfectly. By the way, regarding the connection between the canvas and the aluminum tube, you mentioned 'fabric sleeve through the pole,' is there a more secure solution? For example, adding rivets for fixation?"

“No need for rivets.” Fang Yan shook his head. “While rivets are sturdy, they’re difficult to replace once the canvas wears out. We can sew Velcro onto the edges of the cover, then fasten it after inserting the pole. It’s both secure and easy to remove. If the canvas tears, the soldiers can find a sturdy piece of fabric at the front and sew a cover to the correct size, so they can change without waiting for supplies from the rear…”

Several people asked questions from time to time, and he realized that he hadn't written things clearly in the local dialect. When people asked him questions, he needed to explain things clearly.

It's clear that they really want to get it done right away.

This is certainly in line with the wishes of the dialect.

But just as the three of them were talking enthusiastically in the dialect, Wei Guohao, who was standing to the side, was dumbfounded.

What? What are all these things?
Although I know it's related to medicine, do traditional Chinese medicine practitioners in mainland China really need to deal with these things now?

And it actually sounds quite high-end.

At least he had never seen anything like it on the market.

The key question is, is this something a traditional Chinese medicine practitioner should be doing?

P.S.: I didn't watch the whole parade today, I watched the replay. That's all for today, I'll continue tomorrow.

(End of this chapter)