Rebirth 1977 Great Era

Chapter 582: Overly targeted university admissions line, first encounter with pediatric difficult and complicated diseases

January 1978, 1 was also the Laba Festival on the eighth day of the twelfth lunar month.

Cooking Laba porridge is the most important custom of Laba Festival.

Early yesterday morning, the Fang family used millet, yellow rice, glutinous rice, red beans, mung beans, cowpeas and other beans, plus dried fruits such as red dates, chestnuts and walnuts. They got up early and slowly cooked Laba porridge over low heat.

The aroma from cooking in a casserole wafted out from the kitchen and filled the courtyard.

The eldest sister brought the Laba porridge from the kitchen to the main hall.

Fangyan took out two letters and showed them to everyone.

A yellow envelope, when opened, contains an A4-sized paper with the student's province, name, school major, and reporting time written on it in pen.

The signature is the Peking University Revolutionary Committee.

The two letters of admission, one is from my elder sister Fang Jie’s admission to Peking University’s Law Department, and the other is from my younger brother’s admission to Peking University’s Chinese Department.

Although both of them knew that they had a high chance of being admitted to Peking University, they were still worried until they received the admission letter.

Afraid of something unexpected happening.

For example, someone impersonated you, or it was lost by the postman.

Anyway, they have imagined all kinds of scenarios.

It was not until they got the notice in their hands and saw clearly what was written on it that the two of them felt relieved.

The eldest sister scooped a bowl of hot, fragrant, glutinous, soft and sweet Laba porridge for everyone in the family.

I happily admired the admission letter from Peking University and felt like I couldn't get enough of it.

Afterwards, the two people’s notices were circulated around the dinner table at home.

After seeing the two people's notices, Father Fang Zhenhua smiled and said to everyone:
"It has to be said that Peking University is indeed Peking University, and its efficiency is so high! Our school hasn't even started sending out notification letters yet, but they have already sent them out."

Fangyan responded:
“The Capital University of Chinese Medicine’s notification letter has not been sent out either.”

Hearing the words in dialect, the old man next to him said:
"Don't worry about that. If you get full marks, I think they'll deliver it directly to you. It's only about two kilometers away anyway."

Fangyan suddenly realized that university admission letters are mainly sent by post to the address reserved by candidates when they register. However, there are also some special students who are recommended, or people like Fangyan who are close to the candidates and are the top scorers in liberal arts in the capital, so it is possible that the admission letters will be delivered directly to the students by school teachers.

In addition, in later generations, some universities and colleges held campus open days. After the admission had been confirmed, they would invite students to the school and issue admission letters on the spot, so that students could experience the campus atmosphere in advance and enhance their sense of identity with the school.

Speaking of which, this should be the case for Le Miao, who is currently studying at a university in Hong Kong.

The mother-in-law also said happily:

"That's right. You are the least worried about now."

My son-in-law got the top score in the college entrance examination in Beijing. Now my mother-in-law is often asked at work how she learns her dialect.
Even my mother-in-law's boss has asked me about this.

Although she was a little annoyed by being asked such questions, the mother-in-law was still very happy. Who wouldn’t say that he has a good eye for choosing sons-in-law?

Plus now my daughter is pregnant, it’s double happiness.

The dialect said:

"I'm not worried, I'm just saying."

Fangyan was not worried at all about the things that his elder sister and the others were worried about. If someone was really so bold as to impersonate him, the top scorer in liberal arts, then he would be like an old man eating arsenic and refusing to live long enough.

At this time, Fang Yan looked at his younger brother and older sister, who were so happy that they couldn't suppress their smiles, and joked to them:
"I really envy you for getting the notification letter so early."

Hearing the words in dialect, the eldest sister responded to him:

"If you applied to Peking University, you would have received the admission letter by now. Maybe the school leaders of Peking University would come to deliver the admission letter in person."

This is really possible, after all, dialects are the full score in the liberal arts this year.

Fang Yan smiled. With his grades, he could choose any school he wanted, but he still firmly chose the University of Traditional Chinese Medicine.

At this time, the younger brother suddenly said:

"Oh, I remembered something."

Hearing this, everyone turned to look at him.

The younger brother said to the crowd:
"Didn't the news say that some of the test contents of Third Brother's exam would be released? Especially the essay topics in the liberal arts Chinese test paper. How come there is still no news after several days?"

The eldest sister thought for a moment and responded:

"I think... maybe we have to wait until most universities have sent out their admission letters before announcing the results. Right now everyone is focusing on us, so even if we announce the test contents now, it won't attract much attention."

Dad nodded in agreement and said:

"That makes sense. News is about timeliness, but it also has to be about timing. Right now, what the general public wants to know most is when they can get their admission letter, or when the university will directly announce the admission score line."

"Only after I figure this out, will I be in the mood to care about other people."

"Just like you, I didn't even want to look at the contents of the third child's test paper before I received the admission letter."

“After I was satisfied the first moment after receiving the notice, I immediately started to care about other people.”

At this point, Zhu Lin on the side took over the conversation:

"By the way, speaking of this, I remember that Zhu Xian and Chen Kaige both applied for Peking University. I wonder if their admission letters have been sent out yet?"

The sister-in-law who was busy eating said:

"I don't know. If it was to be sent, it should have already reached Beili."

The dialect said:

"Zhu Xian applied for Peking University's Journalism Department, so her score should be fine. But Chen Kaige is in trouble. He only got 269 points, and we don't know what the passing score for Peking University is this year."

Father Fang Zhenhua said:
"Since they have already started sending out notification letters, just call the Admissions Committee and you'll find out." He then took out a newspaper with the Admissions Committee's contact number on it.

Fangyan said to the younger brother:

"Then Fang Chen should call and ask, and by the way, find out whether Zhu Xian's notice has come in."

"Okay." The younger brother Fang Chen nodded in agreement, took the newspaper and went to the study room next door to make a phone call.

Fang Yan turned his head and looked at his father, and asked him:

"Oh, by the way, did my second sister send a telegram telling me what school she's applying to?"

Dad finished the last mouthful of porridge and responded:

"She sent me a telegram a few days ago, saying only that she is now taking the medicine you prescribed for her and is feeling much better, but she didn't say which university she was applying to."

He put down his chopsticks, shook his head and said:
"I think it's probably the same as what you guessed. He should have reported it to other places."

"She was afraid that if she told us, she would not be able to go, so she didn't mention it in the telegram and pretended not to have seen it."

Fang Yan thought about it and did not dwell on this question. Instead, he asked his father:

"Hasn't mom arrived in Wuwei yet?"

Dad wiped his mouth and shook his head:
"No, they are somewhere else now. I guess they will see your sister next week."

Fang Yan nodded and stopped worrying about it. He glanced at his watch and saw that it was already eight forty. His father and the others were not at work today, so he still had to go to the hospital to see patients.

After the last diplomatic incident was reported in the newspapers, the hospital received a lot of messages from people who wanted to see Fangyan for treatment.

Today is Laba Festival, and Fangyan has another busy morning.

The reason why there are still people coming to Fangyan for treatment is actually related to the therapeutic effect of the treatment of the four patients last time. After they saw the treatment from Fangyan, the therapeutic effect was quite good.

Especially the one who goes to sleep at a certain time, and the one who has the habit of vomiting after eating.

As soon as the news spread, the reputation of the dialect, which had originally been spread among the people, immediately reached the ears of the leaders' families.

Later, we found out that he had treated people in the military region and even had a medal awarded by the army's general logistics department in his file. Suddenly, his reputation in everyone's eyes began to rise rapidly.

Just when Fangyan was about to go out, the call with his younger brother had already ended.

As soon as he went out, he had a weird expression on his face.

He came to his seat, sat down and said to everyone:

"Hey, isn't that weird? This year, Peking University's admission score is just one point higher than Brother Chen Kai's total score."

"I just called the Admissions Committee and found out that this year's admission score for Peking University is 270!"

After hearing the news, everyone looked incredulous.

If you say it's a little bit off, I can still understand it, but one point off, what does that matter?
The eldest sister said:

"Then his luck is too bad. He was just one point away from getting in."

Everyone nodded, feeling sad for Director Chen's fate.

Fang Yan breathed a sigh of relief. If Director Chen had scored this high and been admitted to the Chinese Department of Peking University, perhaps his fate would have been completely changed.

By then, he will most likely become an ordinary Peking University student who writes bad poems.

There would be no wonderful life later.

Fang Yan smiled and said to everyone:
"A blessing in disguise. If something is destined to happen, it will happen. If it is not destined to happen, don't force it. I think this may be a good thing."

"Anyway, the college entrance examination will start soon this year, and then he can apply to an art school."

Hearing Fangyan's words, the younger brother was the first to nod and said:

"That's right. That was his plan before anyway. If he really passes the exam, it will really disrupt his plans."

At this time, Zhu Lin said:
"By the way, if Peking University's admission score is 270, then Zhu Xian's journalism department must have been admitted."

Zhu Xian nodded:
"Well, I'll take the bus back to get it later."

Fangyan stood up and said:
"Okay, I'm done eating too, I'm going to work."

After saying goodbye to his family, Fangyan headed towards Union Hospital.

There are still people coming to see doctors today, Laba Festival. They must have some strange illnesses.

The difficulty of these diseases is incomparable to what I encountered before at Tong Ren Tang.

Fangyan is mentally prepared to meet today's challenges.

As soon as he arrived at the clinic set up specially for him in the Union Medical College Office of Traditional Chinese Medicine.

The first patient he saw was a patient with a difficult pediatric disease that he had never treated in his two lifetimes.

This is a three-year-old girl who has been having a fever for a month.

The body temperature usually remains between 39 and 40 degrees.

Before being sent here, the child received intravenous infusions every day and plasma transfusions every week to maintain vital signs.

He had been hospitalized in other hospitals before, and no positive signs were found in various examinations conducted by this hospital.

Various antibiotics, hormones and blood transfusions were used repeatedly for treatment for a month, but the condition did not improve and the fever did not decrease.

After hearing about Fang Yan, the parents' friends recommended the "miracle doctor" Fang Yan who was working at Union Medical College to their family.

(End of this chapter)