Rebirth 1977 Great Era

Chapter 515: Three types of Chinese medicine practitioners abroad, beauty comes from comparison
Hearing Zhou Zhaoqin's words, Fang Yan responded with a smile:
"Then you don't have to spend so much money to buy it. If you have a chance, just let me take a look at it."

What Fangyan is actually more interested in is from whom the days of selling books were snatched away.

Since they put it up for auction, they must know its value.

They are most likely the descendants of those bandits.

Make a fortune by taking out the things that your ancestors plundered.

In fact, not many people in China know about these things, and only overseas Chinese like the Zhou family can get access to them.

As a result, Zhou Zhaoqin waved his hand and said:

"It's okay. You saved my life, so it's only right that I give you some books. Maybe you can learn something new from them and save someone else."

"This will be considered a good deed for me."

Fang Yan looked at Zhou Zhaoqin curiously and asked:
"Do you believe this?"

Zhou Zhaoqin did not hide it and said:
"My mother believes in it. She believes in it especially after I got sick."

“So I’ve heard a lot.”

Fang Yan nodded and asked again:
"Does your father believe it?"

Zhou Zhaoqin responded:

"He believes in it, but what he believes in is different from what my mother believes in. He said that he only believes in the ancestors of the Zhou family."

"Just like this time when they brought me back to China, it was because my dad had a dream in which my deceased grandfather told him that returning to the mainland would save me. Otherwise, he and my mom would not have made such a decision."

After that, she paused and said:
“Maybe we will seek help from a Chinese medicine practitioner from the United States or Southeast Asia, but the result may not be very good.”

Fangyan nodded.

At this time Zhou Zhaoqin asked:
"I know you don't allow us to talk about this and classify it as feudal superstition, so is what we are talking about now a crime?"

Fangyan was at a loss whether to laugh or cry, and said:
"Then you worry too much."

Then he changed the subject and asked:
"By the way, how is the Chinese medicine in the United States?"

In his previous life, Fang Yan learned about American traditional Chinese medicine from Ni Haixia’s video materials, but that was already the 1980s, so a few years later.

What Fangyan wants to know is what the situation of traditional Chinese medicine in the United States is like during the past period and now.

Zhou Zhaoqin thought for a while before saying two words:

"It's expensive."

Fangyan frowned. Chinese medicine has become very expensive in the United States?
Zhou Zhaoqin saw Fangyan's expression and explained:
"Especially those who are capable. They only treat rich people, charge a lot of money at one time, and don't guarantee that they can cure the disease."

Fangyan nodded.

Zhou Zhaoqin then added:
"But if you go, with your medical skills, you should become a millionaire soon."

"Really?" Fangyan said with a smile.

Zhou Zhaoqin asked:
"Are you excited?"

Fangyan shook his head:
"No, if I want to get rich, I have a faster way. I'm just curious about the living environment of traditional Chinese medicine practitioners in the United States."

Although he was not sure what Fangyan's faster way to get rich was, Zhou Zhaoqin heard a strong sense of confidence in Fangyan's words.

She subconsciously believed what Fangyan said.

After hearing the dialect, she was curious about the Chinese medicine there, so she recalled it briefly before saying:

"The first type is Chinese medicine practitioners who have no skills or reputation. They open their own clinics in the community. Their business is not very good, but they can barely make a living. These people usually make money from their compatriots. The diseases they can treat are also limited. They usually don't prescribe medicine, but only do acupuncture and physiotherapy. There is a doctor near our house. They also do massage, cupping and so on."

"The second type is Chinese medicine practitioners who have some skills and some fame. They will open their own clinics in some busy places. Such places generally receive local middle-class Chinese and foreigners who believe in Chinese medicine. These people are basically from local Chinese gangs and live a very carefree life."

"The third type is the kind of Chinese medicine I just mentioned, which is specifically for the rich. They claim that as long as the money is paid, they can cure most diseases. You need to make an appointment to see them, but I think they are more of a package. Any one of your subordinates should be better than them."

The dialect is somewhat confusing:

"My men? Who?"

Zhou Zhaoqin said:
"It's the group of people guarding here today."

Fang Yan didn't expect that she was talking about Meng Jimin and the others, so he explained:
"They are my friends."

Zhou Zhaoqin quickly apologized after hearing this:

"Oh, sorry... I see they are very respectful to you, just like subordinates to their leader."

The dialect said:

"They respect me because I respect them as well. They think what I say makes sense, so they are willing to listen to me. We are not in a superior-subordinate relationship."

Zhou Zhaoqin saluted towards Fangyan:

"Okay sir, I've got it down!"

"Cough cough..." As soon as she finished the action, she started coughing violently.

Fortunately, it was not a spasmodic cough, but some phlegm was still coughed up.

Hearing the cough, the nurses and doctors rushed over.

Fangyan was here just now, so they all went to eat without worry.

When they heard Zhou Zhaoqin coughing, they immediately came over from the nurses' station.

By the time we got there, the dialect had already been dealt with.

Fang Yan put down the spittoon and said to Zhou Zhaoqin:
"Okay, that's enough for today's chat. You've said enough."

Zhou Zhaoqin, on the other hand, felt a little unsatisfied. She said to Fang Yan:

"It's okay. I can still chat. I'm curious about your life. People outside describe this place as terrible, but I don't think that's the case."

Fang Yan smiled and said, "This requires you to get better, and then slowly explore it yourself."

Zhou Zhaoqin put on the oxygen mask again and said helplessly:
"Alright alright."

Then she lay down again and closed her eyes to rest. The coughing just now had indeed drained a lot of her energy.

She said she wanted to chat mainly because she wanted to be like a normal person, but from her dialect, it could be seen that she was actually tired.

At this time, Meng Jimin and others also came in. Fang Yan briefly explained the situation. They were relieved to hear that everything was fine.

Next, Fangyan invited Meng Jimin and the others to go home after get off work.

Deng Nanxing and Xie Guolai stayed here to work the night shift.

They have only been here for a day today, but they are already very excited.

Not feeling tired at all.

Compared to other people, they had never worked in a hospital before, so it was very new for them. When they heard that they were on duty, they were more excited than anyone else.

This is also the reason why Fangyan makes them work the night shift.

When Meng Jimin and his team left, they asked about the situation at the research institute. Fangyan told them that all the backlog issues had been resolved by themselves, and the work of all groups was proceeding smoothly. Only then did they feel relieved.

This is understandable. They have invested a lot of energy there, and it is not something that can be thrown away just like that.

Everyone is still very concerned about the progress over there and strives to see it through to the end.

After sending Meng Jimin and the others out of the building, Fang Yan happened to meet Mr. and Mrs. Zhou who were coming out of the cafeteria after dinner, and the dean was with them.

"You two have finished eating so soon?"

"Miss Zhou, we will take care of her, no problem."

Fangyan asked them.

Zhou Zhaoqin's mother said:

"Oh, Doctor Fang, I don't know if you can get used to this traditional food from Old BJ. Anyway, my husband and I really can't get used to it."

Lao Zhou was more tactful. He corrected:

"My husband and I have been living abroad for many years, so our taste is indeed a little different from that in China, and it is lighter. Today is also the kind gesture of the dean. Our appetite is a little weak, so we will probably be done after eating it twice more."

"Traditional food?" Fangyan frowned.

The first thing that came to my mind was soy milk, but then I thought, the dean shouldn’t be that fierce, right?

After thinking about it, he asked tentatively:

"What do you eat? Braised pork, fried liver, or sausage?"

Lao Zhou and his wife nodded:

"Yes, that's it."

Fang Yan heard this and said:
"Well, it's really not very tasty...we don't eat it much at home."

"Really?" Lao Zhou looked at Fangyan curiously, thinking it was a problem with their taste.

Fang Yan nodded and said:
"Well, actually, these are all modernized dishes. Three generations ago, stewed pork was made in the imperial court. It used perilla sauce and more than a dozen spices, plus the best pork belly. In the late Qing Dynasty, a folk version appeared, stewing pig head meat, heart, liver, intestines and lungs. In the Republic of China, only pig lungs and intestines were left."

"The dish of stir-fried liver was originally a dish called Baishui Zasu from Huixianju in Beijing during the late Qing Dynasty. It was made with pig's internal organs, seasoned and cooked in white soup. In modern times, it was simply thickened and stir-fried."

"It's a similar situation with sausage. Anyway, this is a folk food that was formed in modern times due to the lack of food ingredients caused by the relocation of the capital to Nanjing. It's not really that traditional if you call it a traditional Beijing delicacy. It's only been around for a few decades."

After hearing the explanation in dialect, Mr. and Mrs. Zhou suddenly understood and said:

"So that's how it is. I didn't expect that Doctor Fang is not only a good doctor, but also knows so much about food."

The dialect said:

"I like to do research when I have nothing to do."

Then he remembered the peanuts he brought with him, so he said:

"By the way, I also brought you some snacks that I made myself today. If you are not full, you can have some."

Lao Zhou and his wife were startled, and said in disbelief:
"Hey, did you bring us some snacks?"

The dialect says:

"Our homes are close, so when I made the yam and almond paste for Miss Zhou, I also made some for you guys."

"It's just some fried peanuts, not worth anything."

Lao Zhou immediately said with a smile:
"Oh, haha, what a coincidence! This is my favorite food!"

"Oh, really?" Fangyan felt that he was too flattering.

Lao Zhou nodded:
"really."

"Xiaoqin ate the yam and almond paste you made, Doctor Fang, and she said several times that it was delicious."

"Looks like I can also try Doctor Fang's cooking skills."

Then everyone went upstairs together. Fangyan took out the fried peanuts he had brought and sprinkled a little pepper and salt on them. Although he didn't have any cooking skills, the couple were still very considerate and ate the food with constant praise.

Compared to fried liver and braised liver, peanuts are at least much more normal.

Seeing his parents eating, Zhou Zhaoqin, who was originally resting with his eyes closed, also felt hungry and said he wanted to eat too.

Of course, she definitely couldn't eat peanuts, but instead ate the yam and almond paste specially made by Fangyan.

Although this porridge is simple, happiness is created by contrast. Compared to medicine, it is really delicious.

It is no exaggeration to say that this was the best dining experience during this period.

(End of this chapter)