Rebirth 1977 Great Era

Chapter 1322 This Doctor Fang seems to be quite something! (Bonus chapter for monthly votes)

Zhou Dahai and Yang Yuanchao exchanged a glance. They could sense from Fang Yan's words that this young man was indeed quite capable.

At this point, Li Ping breathed a sigh of relief. At least the symptoms Fang Yan described matched up. Regardless of whether the medicine Fang Yan prescribed could cure the disease, she shouldn't need to make excuses for Fang Yan anymore.

Only Wei Laosi, after hearing this, thought for a moment before asking:
"Can it be cured?"

Fang Yan nodded and said:
"Of course it can be cured. Just dispel the heat and clear the ear orifices."

Wei Laosi only half understood. He nodded as if he understood, and uttered a series of sounds:
"Oh? Oh, oh, oh..."

Then he said to the dialect:

"How much is that?"

"The free clinic is free, didn't they tell you that when they notified you?" Fang Yan asked Wei Laosi while writing out the prescription.

Before Wei Laosi could speak, Zhou Dahai quickly interjected:
"We did say it, but we don't know if Wei Laosi listened or not."

This is something you can't just talk about carelessly. Zhou Dahai is itching to punch Wei Laosi right now.

Wei Laosi said:
"Oh dear, the commune's loudspeaker makes a crackling sound when it speaks. I'm already deaf, so it's even harder for me to hear clearly."

Zhou Dahai looked at Fang Yan without saying anything, his meaning was clear.

See? He just didn't hear me clearly!

It's all his fault!

Fang Yan had already written the prescription and handed it to Anton behind him, pointing to the medicine box in the distance and saying:
"Go and fetch some medicine."

Anton nodded after receiving the medicine and then went to collect it. There were a few other students in charge of collecting the medicine; it was their turn this time, and they would take turns later.

Of course, they also have advantages, namely that they can see the prescriptions written by each classmate.

After Anton left, Wei Laosi, who was standing to the side, asked Fang Yan:

"About how many doses would it take for you to hear?"

Fang Yan was already taking out silver needles when he said:

"That medicine is to consolidate the treatment effect. I'll give you a few acupuncture needles here, and you'll be able to hear again soon."

"What? Just a few needles and it'll be fine?" Wei Laosi suddenly sat up straight on the bench, his eyes wide open. His good ears unconsciously moved closer to the dialect, his face full of disbelief, thinking he had misheard.

He had been deaf for five days, and the people at the commune clinic said that he could only try his luck by resting. How come this young doctor said that acupuncture could cure him?
Zhou Dahai and Li Ping were also stunned.

Zhou Dahai's brows, which had just relaxed, furrowed again.

That's a bit too much to say, isn't it? Even the old professor next to me has to go through a lot of time to examine patients, and when he prescribes medicine, he still tells them to "take three doses first and see." How can you expect to see immediate results after just a few acupuncture needles?

He quietly tugged at Li Ping's sleeve and mouthed "Is it reliable?" Li Ping could only shake her head, her eyes full of doubt.

She can no longer discern the nuances of the dialect.

Ignoring everyone's reactions, Fang Yan opened the Sea Dragon Needle he carried with him, inside which the silver needles were arranged neatly. He took out a few, pinched the ends of the needles with his fingertips and gently shook them, and said to Wei Laosi, "Sit down, turn your head slightly to the right, relax, don't be nervous."

Wei Laosi sat down hesitantly, his bottom barely touching the side of the stool. He nervously tugged at the hem of his shirt and asked:

"I've never had an acupuncture needle in my life, does it hurt?"

"Like a mosquito bite," Fang Yan said, his gaze already fixed on the area behind Wei Laosi's ear. He first took a cotton ball soaked in alcohol and wiped the area around the mastoid process behind Wei's ear, then pressed it, and asked:

"Is it a little sore and swollen here?"

"Yes! That's right!" Old Wei nodded quickly.

As he spoke, Fang Yan flicked his wrist, and the sea dragon needle pierced the acupoint with a "whoosh." The technique was quick and steady. Wei Laosi only felt a slight numbness, and before he could react, the needle was already firmly in place.

Immediately afterwards, he inserted a needle into Wei Laosi's Tinggong and Hegu acupoints, each needle inserted precisely and swiftly, his fingertips occasionally twisting the needles, his movements so skillful that there was no trace of hesitation.

Wei Laosi's mouth was agape, as if a pause button had been pressed, and he suddenly stopped moving.

The commotion attracted the attention of the villagers who were originally queuing up. Many of them stopped and looked over from a distance.

An old man stroked his beard and muttered, "This young man is quite nimble; he seems like an old hand at it."

Someone immediately chimed in, "He's too young. I still believe Professor Wang."

Zhou Dahai stood to the side, snapping out of his daze, his eyes fixed on Wei Laosi's face, as if afraid he might cry out in pain or discomfort. Yang Yuanchao also came closer, his eyes behind his glasses full of curiosity.

After inserting the last needle, Fang Yan adjusted the angle and depth of each needle, then straightened up, looked at the time on his watch, and said:
"Just bear with it for a few minutes, it'll be over soon."

Wei Laosi sat there, barely daring to breathe, his eyes glancing at the dialect every now and then, and out of the corner of his eye, at the pint dangling from his ear.

He didn't speak or move, as if he were petrified.

Zhou Dahai wanted to ask him how he felt, but seeing Wei Laosi's expression, he decided against it.

Anton has already returned with the medicine.

Speaking in dialect:

"Master, the medicine has been prepared."

The medicine was contained in a coarse cloth tote bag with their company logo on it. Inside, there was an enamel cup and mugwort patches.

These were all put together and given to my fellow villagers.

Fang Yan handed the speech to Wei Laosi, who was still frozen in place, and said to him:
"Soak the Chinese herbs in the pot for 15 minutes first, bring to a boil over high heat, then simmer over low heat for 20 minutes. Add the mint in the last 5 minutes, and don't simmer for too long or it will lose its medicinal properties."

"This cup is for you to drink water."

Wei Laosi nodded, took it, and still didn't say anything.

At this moment, Zhou Dahai finally couldn't help but ask Wei Laosi:

"What's wrong? Are you mute?"

Wei Laosi was jolted awake by Zhou Dahai's shout, as if he had suddenly come to life from a petrified state. His stiff neck turned to look at Zhou Dahai, his Adam's apple bobbed forcefully, and his lips moved several times before he could utter a sound:

"No... he's not mute..." His voice trembled slightly, not from fear, but rather from a surge of suppressed excitement. "Secretary Zhou, I... I think I heard a little sound!"

"Huh? So fast?" Zhou Dahai was surprised.

Wei Laosi said somewhat uncertainly:
"Only a little."

"I heard it all!" Zhou Dahai's voice suddenly rose.

After saying that, he turned to Yang Yuanchao, who was standing beside him, and said:
"Quick! Listen again! Yang Wenshu, say something to him!"

Yang Yuanchao ran to Wei Laosi's deaf ear and shouted:
"Hello, hello, hello... Can you hear me? Can you hear me?"

I'm speechless. This is a trick used to test the microphone during a conference speech; they're just short of going up and patting it a couple of times.

Yang Yuanchao's urgent and loud shouts of "Hey, hey, hey!" made Wei Laosi instinctively dodge to the side, his good ear ringing. He frowned and waved his hand, a look of exasperation on his face: "Yang Wenshu, you're shouting like a commune loudspeaker, my good ear is almost deaf!"

Upon hearing this, Zhou Dahai chuckled and slapped Yang Yuanchao on the back of the head: "Are you stupid? Why are you shouting so loudly? They've just started to react, don't let it shake them back! Speak properly, whisper it to them!"

Yang Yuanchao quickly shut up, pushed up his slipped glasses, leaned close to Wei Laosi's left ear, and spoke softly and quickly in a low voice:

"Brother Wei, when are you going to return the half-bag of cornmeal you borrowed from my family last time?"

The sound was so low, like the wind rustling through grass, that Zhou Dahai, standing beside him, couldn't hear it clearly. But Wei Laosi suddenly turned to look at Yang Yuanchao:

"Hey! I didn't say I wouldn't pay you back. I'll pay you back once my new corn is harvested!"

After he finished speaking, he was also taken aback.

Then he addressed the crowd:

"Hey! I heard it! I really heard it!" Wei Laosi's voice suddenly rose, his eyes shining like two small lamps. He suddenly raised his hand to touch his left ear, then shook his head vigorously. The confusion on his face was instantly replaced by ecstasy.

Seeing this, Zhou Dahai grabbed Wei Laosi's arm:
"Wow! It actually worked!?"

Old Wei nodded repeatedly.

Then he said to the dialect:

"Dr. Fang, I heard that! Your skills are... amazing!!"

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(End of this chapter)