Rebirth 1977 Great Era

Chapter 1379: Information from Japan Arrives – Will There Be More Yang Energy During the Polar Day? (Bonus Chapter for Monthly Tickets)

The old lady wiped away her tears, still trying to plead: "Dr. Fang, please... just let us see him one more time today, okay? Just one more time, without saying a word..."

The speaker shook his head gently but firmly.

“Mr. Wei just clearly stated that he can’t take it anymore. What he needs most right now is peace and quiet, and no pressure. Please respect his needs at this moment, as this is a crucial step in helping him recover. Rest assured, I will not hide anything from you that requires your knowledge or involvement.”

Upon hearing this in dialect, the patient's family members looked at each other.

Mr. Wei's wife was silent for a few seconds, took a deep breath, and finally raised her head. Her voice was tired but no longer resistant: "Okay, we'll listen to you and not visit for now. But you must keep your word and notify us immediately if anything happens. You can't hide anything from us."

Mr. Wei's mother wanted to say something, but her eldest son gently tugged at her arm. He shook his head at his mother and then turned to Fang Yan, saying:
"Dr. Fang, we trust your professional judgment and will do as you say. If there's anything he wants to eat or use, just have the nurses tell us and we'll bring it over immediately."

"What medicine do you need, how do you want to use it... No matter how much it costs, just use it and give us the bill."

Fang Yan said to them:

"Don't worry, we have rules for treating overseas Chinese businessmen, so you don't need to worry about the money."

Mr. Wei's wife relaxed her tense expression slightly and softly said, "Thank you for your help, Dr. Fang. We...we'll head back now. Please call us anytime if you have any news."

"Okay, be careful on the road." Fang Yan watched the family members slowly leave the nurses' station, then turned to the head nurse and instructed, "Let's reiterate the key points of Mr. Wei's care..."

Next, Fang Yan and the head nurse explained the nursing tasks clearly and made written records for the patient's family to review later.

After everything was settled, Fang Yan went to Mr. Wei's ward to tell him about it.

Upon hearing the dialect, Mr. Wei let out a long sigh of relief, then lay down on the bed with a satisfied expression. He remained motionless for a while before starting to snore, suddenly becoming so relaxed that he seemed like a completely different person.

Fang Yan didn't say anything more. The fact that he could sleep now was a good thing.

It seems that his family has a significant influence on him.

I had just finished treating her and walked out when the nurse hurriedly came over carrying a tray of traditional Chinese medicine from the pharmacy:
"Director Fang, Mr. Wang's medicine is ready, and the temperature is just right for him to drink!"

Fang Yan glanced at the time and realized that it was indeed noon.

The medicine bowl on the tray held by the nurse was steaming, and a strong medicinal smell filled the air.

"Okay, go in." Fang Yan nodded and gestured for the nurse to enter the ward.

Mr. Wang was sitting on the hospital bed, his suit jacket neatly draped over the back of the chair, and he still looked quite presentable in his shirt.

As soon as they entered, he smelled a certain odor:
"Dr. Fang, this smell is really strong..."

Fang Yan reached out and picked up the medicine cup, feeling its temperature. He said, "The smell is a little strong, but it works. This contains aconite, so it must be taken hot to be effective. Please drink it while it's still warm."

After taking it, Mr. Wang took a deep breath, tilted his head back, and drank the dark brown medicine in one gulp. As soon as he finished drinking, a fine sweat appeared on his forehead.

He has prickly heat, which Western medicine diagnosed as spinal stenosis.

At this moment, Mr. Wang exclaimed in surprise, "Eh?" Then he tried to twist his stiff lumbar spine and said:
"Hey, the soreness is gone, and it feels like ants are crawling on my lower back."

He had just finished speaking when he added:

"Hey, it looks like I have it on my legs too!"

Seeing the beads of sweat on his forehead, Fang Yan quickly went over to check his pulse.

At this moment, Mr. Wang tugged at his collar and said to Fang Yan:

"I feel so hot after taking the medicine."

Fang Yan gestured for him not to panic, and then began to take his pulse. Mr. Wang's pulse was noticeably faster than before. Fang Yan then asked him to open his mouth and saw that his previously dull tongue was now a pale red.

Mr. Wang's physical reaction was indeed very quick.

This suggests that his condition may not actually be as serious as people imagine.

Fang Yan withdrew his hand and said to Mr. Wang with a smile, "Don't panic, this is a good thing. The feeling of heat and ants crawling on your body is the effect of the warming properties of the aconite root. On the one hand, it is dispelling the cold and dampness in your waist and allowing the meridians to open up slowly; on the other hand, it is activating the qi and blood, allowing the essence of the liver and kidneys to begin nourishing the muscles and bones. That's why you feel that the soreness and distension have disappeared and you have feeling in your legs."

Mr. Wang breathed a sigh of relief and tried moving his ankle again: "It does seem much more flexible than before. Before, my ankle felt like it was tied with a rope, but now I can move it freely. It's just that I'm sweating a lot."

After he finished speaking, he wiped the sweat from his forehead.

At this moment, Fang Yan brought over a towel, and without Fang Yan even lifting a finger, Mr. Wang's wife immediately took it and began to wipe him down.

After wiping it clean, Mr. Wang tried bending over again, and this time he was able to bend over even more.

"Although there's still a slight pulling sensation, it's much better than before," he said with delight.

"Dr. Fang, your medicine is quite interesting! The effect is so obvious."

Fang Yan said with a smile:

"This is only the first dose of medicine; the effects will be more pronounced later."

Fang Yan pointed to his waist and reminded him:
"Also, since your blood and qi are just starting to flow smoothly, avoid making any large movements, such as bending over or turning around slowly, to avoid straining the newly opened meridians. This afternoon, I'll have the nurse massage your 'Shenshu' and 'Weizhong' acupoints for 5 minutes each, which will help further improve the flow of blood and qi in your lower back, and you'll be able to sleep more soundly tonight."

Mr. Wang nodded quickly: "I remember, I definitely won't move anything recklessly."

After saying that, he paused, then said:

I need to go to the bathroom!

As he spoke, he got out of bed and stood up in his slippers.

However, he still walked unsteadily, as if he were walking on cotton or struggling to maintain his balance.

At this moment, Fang Yan quickly went up and helped him up.

Mr. Wang finally calmed down, and then his assistant came up and took him to the restroom.

After coming out of the restroom, Mr. Wang said to Fang Yan:

"What a pity. I thought walking would help, but it's still the same."

"Don't rush, take your time," Fang Yan said to him.

Mr. Wang nodded, then asked in dialect:
"By the way, Dr. Fang, when will my frequent nighttime urination improve?"

“Once the cold and dampness have dissipated and the essence of the liver and kidneys has been replenished, the frequency of nighttime urination will naturally decrease,” Fang Yan explained. “The ‘Morinda officinalis’ and ‘Da Yun’ in this medicine are for tonifying the kidneys and can gradually restore the kidneys’ water metabolism function. Don’t worry, after about the fifth dose, the frequency of nighttime urination will be significantly reduced. At that time, I will adjust the prescription according to the situation and add ‘Alpinia oxyphylla’ and ‘Rosa laevigata’ to enhance the effect of strengthening the kidneys and reducing urination.”

Then Mr. Wang looked at the wall clock and asked in dialect:

"Dr. Fang, it's lunchtime. How do you usually have lunch here? And what can I eat?"

Upon hearing this, Fang Yan immediately said:

"We can get lunch at the cafeteria or order from the Yanjing Hotel by phone and they will deliver it to us."

"You should eat foods that are warm in nature, nourish the liver and kidneys, and do not cause dampness. These foods should help the medicine replenish your vital energy without adding to the cold and dampness in your lower back. The first type is staple foods that nourish the kidneys and dispel cold, and the second type is side dishes that warm and unblock the meridians."

"Have someone call Yanjing Restaurant later and tell them your needs. They will provide you with menu options."

The dialect was telling the truth; the Yanjing Hotel had handled all the catering for them so many times, and now they knew everything.

Fang Yan paused, then continued speaking to him:
"In addition, you should avoid certain foods. First, avoid raw or cold foods; second, avoid sweet or greasy foods; and third, avoid spicy or stimulating foods. As long as you make it clear to the restaurant, they will naturally understand."

After hearing the dialect spoken, Mr. Wang immediately nodded in agreement.

Then have your assistant write all of this down.

Then it was time for Fang Yan to say goodbye to them.

Mr. Wang originally wanted to have a meal with Fang Yan, but Fang Yan insisted on going back home because there were people waiting for her there.

Hearing Fang Yan say this, they didn't insist on keeping him.

Then they immediately went to order food; the nurses had recommended dishes to the other new guests in the rooms.

They were all people who never ate in the cafeteria; they all ordered food at the Yanjing Cafeteria.

Sometimes, Fang Yan really wants to go to the Beijing Hotel to discuss the commission issue.

Think of how much customer traffic those unofficial sales representatives brought them!

Just as Fang Yan arrived downstairs, his master Lu Donghua and An Dong came over and said upon seeing him:
"We were just about to look for you when you came down."

"How's it going? Are everyone upstairs safe?"

Fang Yan nodded and said:

"It's all settled. They've taken their medication and their condition has stabilized."

"Let's go back and eat too."

They greeted them in their local dialect and invited them to go home together.

When they got home, Lao Hu stopped Fang Yan and said:
"We've received news from Japan."

Fang Yan was also surprised by Lao Hu's efficiency. Fang Yan said:

"how to say?"

Lu Donghua also joined in at this moment; he was also very interested in this Wang Zhenlin.

Lao Hu said:

"That Wang Zhenlin did open a clinic in Yokohama, but business wasn't very good. He was living a hard life, but recently he suddenly became rich. He even renovated it and bought a new car. It's said that he received investment from someone in Kyoto." "Anyway, we're still investigating."

As he spoke, he handed the telegram to Fang Yan.

Fang Yan looked around, and Lao Hu, who was standing next to him, said to Fang Yan:

"Do you think it could be that kid, Kobayashi Ichiya?"

Fang Yan pondered for a moment and said:
"It's possible, but Xiaolin has already started cooperating with us, and so far the market feedback seems pretty good. The chances of him coming here to cause trouble are actually not very high, and the risk is too high."

"I think it might be Otsuka Keisetsu... or Tsumura, or even the medical research lab at Kyoto University, an American or a British."

When you think about it, there are quite a few forces outside that are eyeing the dialect.

Lu Donghua didn't know much about what was going on here, and he was quite surprised to hear what Fang Yan said. He wondered what Fang Yan had been up to in the past year and how many powerful forces he had offended.

Fang Yan smiled and comforted his master.

Actually, this is only a small number of people who are openly watching him; there are many more people secretly watching him.

Next, we had lunch. Today, we ate food cooked by my older sister and younger sister-in-law. Their cooking skills have improved recently; at least some of the dishes are now flawless.

The food was quite good. There were many people in my family today because of the holiday. We talked about how, during the meal, we were all tricked by Wang Zhenlin into donating a building when we went to the doctor.

This is very strange. The style is completely different from the previous people. It seems like Wang Zhenlin is trying to help, but he is definitely here to cause trouble.

This style doesn't really resemble that of Europeans and Americans; it's more like something from the Asian cultural sphere. Of course, it's also possible that it was all Wang Zhenlin's own idea.

After lunch, Fang Yan went to the hospital to visit a few patients as usual, and that was it for the afternoon.

When we arrived at the ward, some people were still having lunch.

Mr. Wei was still sleeping. Fang Yan had already told the head nurse before leaving that they should order food from the Yanjing Hotel and have it delivered to his ward. Fang Yan had already decided on the menu.

As it turned out, Mr. Wei was still sleeping. Fang Yan went to take a look and saw that the guy was sleeping soundly, as if he hadn't slept so soundly in eight lifetimes, with a smile on his face.

It seems like I've finally managed to relax.

Fang Yan didn't bother with him anymore and told the nurse to keep the food and bring it to Mr. Wei when he woke up. Anyway, someone had donated a microwave oven, so it could be heated up in no time.

Only patients who require nasal feeding are experiencing slight discomfort, but with the help of nurses, they have already managed to eat their lunch through their noses.

Fang Yan arrived at Zhang Fu's ward, where he was suffering from rabies. By now, his eating habits had returned to normal. He was eating the food from the cafeteria, which consisted of steamed buns and stir-fried vegetables. Fang Yan had given him meal tickets, which meant that the food was essentially free for them.

Seeing Zhang Fu's expression, Fang Yan poured him another glass of water.

When Zhang Fu saw this, he naturally understood what was going on. He reached out and took the water, and then, in front of Fang Yan, he forced himself to perform drinking water.

After drinking it, his breathing quickened slightly, his face flushed a little, but he showed no other signs of illness. Fang Yan said to him:
How are you feeling today?

Zhang Fu said:

"Dr. Fang, I feel much better!"

"Now I feel a little panicked when I see water, but I can overcome it. Also, when I went to the toilet today, the color of my urine was normal, and my stool didn't have any strange color."

"No more expelling foul odors?" Fang Yan asked.

Zhang Fu nodded and said:
"Yes, I'm not expelling that sticky stuff anymore. Now I feel like I can speak normally again, and I'm not afraid of loud noises. Does this mean I'm almost fully recovered?"

Fang Yan pointed to his left hand.

Zhang Fu immediately understood and reached out in cooperation.

He had barely touched the dialect when he stuck out his tongue; after a few days, he knew the process by heart.

After examining the pulse and looking at the tongue, Fang Yan nodded and said:

"It's much better now. I estimate that in another two or three days, it should be back to normal."

Upon hearing Fang Yan's words, Zhang Fu's face lit up with a long-lost smile, his eyes a little red: "Dr. Fang, if it weren't for you, I would have been dead long ago... Before, in other hospitals, the doctors all said there was no hope and told my family to prepare for my funeral. At that time, I really thought I was beyond saving."

Fang Yan waved his hand and said:
"Don't say that. Your own cooperation is also crucial. You still need to be careful for the next two days. Don't drink ice water or eat anything too greasy. The food in the cafeteria is light, which is just right for your stomach right now. If you feel thirsty, drink warm water, but don't drink too much at once. Sip it slowly."

Zhang Fu nodded quickly: "I remember! Don't worry, I will definitely listen to you and will never cause you any trouble."

Fang Yan gave a few more instructions before leaving Zhang Fu's ward and heading towards Ms. Sun's ward.

Ms. Sun was sitting on the edge of the bed, her assistant wiping her hands. She must have just had lunch. When she saw Fang Yan come in, she quickly said, "Dr. Fang, you've arrived!"

"How are you feeling now?" Fang Yan asked.

Ms. Sun suffers from lumbar tuberculosis with sinus tract ulceration. She said:
"In the afternoon, I felt the warmth in my waist was more pronounced, and the pus oozing from the ulcer became thicker, no longer the thin, watery pus from the morning."

As he spoke, he lifted the blanket to show her the wound. Fang Yan bent down to examine her ulcer. The thin, pale yellow pus that had appeared in the morning had now turned into thick, yellowish-white pus. The redness and swelling at the edges had also subsided somewhat, and the oozing from the medicated wick had noticeably increased.

He then checked Ms. Sun's pulse, which was stronger than in the morning, and said:
"This is a good thing. The thickening of the pus indicates that the body's vital energy is fighting against the pathogenic factors, which is a signal of 'expelling the toxins'."

Ms. Sun breathed a sigh of relief and said:
"I had surgery in the US before, and the ulcer never healed properly and kept oozing pus. I didn't expect it to be effective in just half a day here. Thank you so much."

Fang Yan nodded and said:
"However, it seems that you may have used too little wick. Your dosage is quite large. I will change the wick for you."

"No need... I feel it should still be effective..." Ms. Sun was clearly a little afraid of changing the medication.

Fang Yan sensed Ms. Sun's hesitation and, instead of insisting on changing the medication immediately, first explained the underlying logic:

"I know changing the dressing might be a little uncomfortable, but in your current situation, the dosage of the medicated wick needs to be adjusted according to the changes in pus, otherwise it will affect your recovery."

He pointed to the edge of the breach:

“In the morning, the pus is thin and watery, and a small amount of medicated wick can draw out the toxins; now the pus is thicker and there is more of it, so the original medicated wick is not enough to absorb the pus, and the pus accumulates inside and cannot be drained completely. Instead, it may cause the ulcer to remain red and swollen, and even affect the surrounding healthy tissue. The previous effect of the medicine will be wasted.”

After hearing this, Ms. Sun thought for a moment, then gritted her teeth and said:

"Okay, let's change it!"

Fang Yan then greeted the nurse and asked her to prepare the things. Fang Yan went to check on the other wards first. In Mr. Sima and Mr. Ma's ward, they had just eaten lunch. Mr. Sima had already gotten out of bed and was walking around the room.

Fang Yan noticed that some of the lipomas on his body had shrunk to almost nothing.

The tumor on my neck swayed and moved even more.

This shows that the anti-cancer and life-saving soup prepared for him by the local dialect was indeed effective.

Mr. Ma's idiopathic pulmonary interstitial fibrosis, of course, couldn't possibly get better so quickly. He ate a simple light meal and took his medicine at noon, and is now listening to the radio while waiting to clear his phlegm.

Like Mr. Sima, he felt better around noon every day. These two people now trust the explanation of the traditional Chinese medicine concept of "yang qi" that Fang Yan told them, since the changes in their bodies have indeed shown this.

However, Mr. Ma suddenly asked Fang Yan a question today, which stumped Fang Yan. He asked Fang Yan, "If this yang energy is related to the sun, then if he goes to a place with longer sunshine hours, or even a place with polar daylight, would he recover faster?"

Fang Yan smiled and nodded, saying:

“This idea is very interesting, but we need to clarify the concept of ‘yang qi’ in traditional Chinese medicine first, otherwise it is easy to misunderstand.”

He paused and explained:
"The yang energy mentioned in traditional Chinese medicine is indeed related to the warmth of the sun, but it doesn't mean that the more sunshine we get, the more yang energy we have. It's more like a small sun inside our body. The sun in the sky is just an external heat source that can help warm our body; but the yang energy inside the body needs to be nourished by the spleen and stomach absorbing nutrients from food and by the essence stored in the kidneys. It is endogenous and cannot be increased infinitely simply by sunbathing."

"The yang energy in our body has a rhythm. It rises with the sun during the day and recedes with the moon at night, just like crops grow during the day and rest at night. There needs to be a balance between activity and rest."

"The reason you feel better at noon is because the yang energy is at its peak at noon. The yang energy in your body can be slightly boosted by the external yang energy, which is to nourish yang in accordance with the natural flow. As we replenish the essence of your lungs and kidneys, your yang energy will gradually become sufficient, and your condition will get better and better. You won't need to rely on extreme environments like the midnight sun."

After listening, Mr. Ma suddenly realized, "So that's how it is! I thought the more sun the better, but I didn't realize there were so many nuances involved."

After Fang Yan left, he thought to himself that rich people are indeed different. How could an ordinary person have thought of this?

After the ward rounds were completed, the nurses had prepared the medication wicks. Fang Yan then changed Ms. Sun's dressing, and that was it. Fang Yan had some free time in the afternoon, which was his National Day holiday.

When they got home, the women started playing mahjong again. Huang Huijie, despite being heavily pregnant, still wanted to play, as if she had no other form of entertainment.

Zhu Lin, however, did not participate today; instead, she watched TV on the side.

To be precise, it was watching videos. Lao Hu brought back a video recorder from Hong Kong and then brought back the entire set of Zhang Guorong's TV series that were only broadcast in Hong Kong.

The TV show featured stories he acted in, told in dialects.

Zhu Lin and several other family members who don't play mahjong found it quite entertaining, since it was a theatrical performance with some exaggerated elements.

The only thing that's not satisfactory is that the director, Fatty Wang, added a lot of romantic entanglements to the story, giving Fang Yan a total of six female characters. Although many of them only liked Fang Yan, they were just one short of surpassing Wei Xiaobao in terms of romantic feelings.

Thank goodness this movie isn't showing in mainland China, otherwise some people would have taken it seriously.

However, I heard that the ratings were quite high in Hong Kong.

The idea of ​​unrequited love seems to still have a lot of appeal right now.

The TV was showing something similar again, and Fang Yan complained to everyone:
"It's all fake, this fat guy is just taking random pictures!"

Upon hearing this, Zhu Lin, without turning his head, cheerfully said:

"You know what, it's actually quite interesting..."

P.S.: I still owe you 54,000 words after finishing this chapter.

There will be more this afternoon.

(End of this chapter)