Rebirth 1977 Great Era

Chapter 703: Still lacking imagination, I will solve the problem
The next part was about reminiscing about the past, and it was mostly Lao Fan who did the talking.

Of course, in order to make sure everyone present could understand him, he deliberately used Mandarin. Although it was not very standard, everyone present still listened with great interest.

After all, most people present had never been to Sichuan. Although the dialect had been used to describe life there, it had a different flavor when spoken by the locals.

The perspective is also different from the dialect.

You can even hear some interesting stories about the educated youth that are not spoken in the dialect.

And what do the local people think of these educated youth who came from all over the country?

"It happened that year, it feels like yesterday. You don't know, at that time, a large group of educated youth came to our place, along with the dialects, with accents from all over the country. The Northeastern guys wrapped in military cloaks, always said "the corn stubble here is really hard on the teeth", the Shanghai girl wrapped in a flowery headscarf and carrying a cold cream, kept saying "I want to be transferred back" every day, and the Cantonese girl spoke like a machine gun..."

"On the first day when he saw these tender-skinned city kids, the production team leader held his pipe in his mouth and shook his head, saying something like, 'You bastards, you hold the hoe upside down, how can you grow sweet potatoes!'" But within three days, Wang Haichuan, a Shanghai educated youth from Lijiawan, repaired the team's rusty tractor for ten years, and the team leader's eyes were bigger than bull testicles..."

"The most outrageous one is Aling, a girl from Guangdong. The first time she went to the fields to plant rice, she was frightened by leeches and screamed. All the dogs in the village followed her and barked. At that time, the elderly said, "Girls in the city are very delicate." But the next day, Aling used the Dacron cloth she brought to sew a buttoned jacket for the elderly. The old woman put it on and went to the market, showing off to everyone she met: "The educated youth girl is very skillful!" Hahaha..."

Old Fan can't stop talking. Once he gets excited, his Mandarin starts to distort and he sounds like Trump.

But everyone still understood what he meant and started laughing.

Then we talked about some dialect issues that were cutting in line over there.

Old Fan is very particular. He only says nice things and even deliberately beautifies them. Some of the things that Fangyan said before, when he says them again, it becomes another beautified version.

Fangyan said he remembered it wrong, but he insisted that Fangyan remembered it wrong.

No matter whether you have a photographic memory or not, you remembered everything wrong today.

The dialect was also very funny.

Next, Lao Fan asked Fangyan about what he had done during the time he came back. Although Fangyan had been in newspapers many times, Lao Fan and his friends who were far away in Sichuan still knew very little about him.

However, before Fangyan could even start introducing himself, the job was taken over by his younger brother, who was currently writing a novel based on Fangyan.

He told the story of Fangyan from beginning to end, giving him the perspective of an outsider.

Although there were still many things that the younger brother didn't say, Lao Fan was still stunned by what he said.

"No... our textbooks for this year's school year were also written by you?" Old Fan asked in Fangyan with some disbelief.

"Yeah." Fangyan nodded.

Lao Fan and Xiao Peng looked at each other: "..."

This matter is a little incomprehensible to them. What kind of operation is this?

Now they have no concrete concept of the power of dialects.

When I came here before, I knew that the dialect was pretty cool.

But after hearing what the little brother said, they realized that their imagination was still far from enough.

The person in front of us not only has the highest score in the national college entrance examination, but has also become the only designated Chinese medicine doctor for overseas Chinese businessmen in the Imperial Medical Service, a good helper of the Overseas Chinese Affairs Office, a university textbook writer, an ancient book restoration expert, and the deputy editor-in-chief of the "Chinese Pharmacopoeia".

"Oh, I feel a little dizzy!" Lao Fan covered his head and rubbed his temples.

"Me too!" Bloomberg also said, covering his head.

"In other words, after you open the school, you will teach us, right?" Old Fan calmed down and asked Fangyan.

Fangyan shook his head:
"No, I'm still a student, sitting under the podium with you all."

"Don't be scared by these titles. There are actually many things I don't understand and need to learn."

After hearing Fangyan's words, Lao Fan felt that Fangyan was being modest, but he still felt a little better.

At this time, the younger brother asked Lao Fan:

"By the way, Brother Fan, have you studied Chinese medicine at home before?"

Lao Fan came back to his senses and responded to his younger brother:
"I have learned it. I have a relative who is a Taoist priest. I have learned some Taoist medicine. I am not very familiar with Chinese medicine in other places, but most of the Chinese medicine in our area is inherited from Taoist medicine."

"With some family secret recipes, it should be no problem to cure the disease."

When the younger brother heard the secret recipe, he immediately said:

“That’s pretty impressive!”

Old Fan glanced at Fangyan and felt that he could only rely on Taoist medical skills and family secret recipes to stand up in front of Fangyan.

Old Fan found it hard to accept when he heard that this kid had done so many incredible things after returning to the city.

Could it be that the traditional Chinese medicine in this city is almost lost?

So is that why dialects can achieve such success?
But if you think about it carefully, this doesn't make sense.

I can only guess in my mind.

Peng Bo, who was standing by, said to Fang Yan:

"Brother Fang, are you still working at Union Medical College?"

Fang Yan nodded and responded:

"Yes, but I'm only working there temporarily. I still have to go to school when the university starts."

He did not say that he would serve as the honorary director of the Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine at Peking Union Medical College.

Now Lao Fan and the others are all surprised and unable to accept it. If they knew about this, Fangyan felt that Lao Fan would jump up on the spot and shout in Trump's voice, "Is this world crazy?"

After hearing Fangyan's answer, Peng Bo said to Lao Fan:

"Brother Fan, since we have nothing to do during this period, why don't we go to Xiehe Hospital to see how Brother Fang treats the disease?"

"Huh?!" Old Fan was stunned.

He didn't agree or refuse immediately, but looked at the dialect.

asked:

"Is this convenient?"

Fang Yan nodded and said, "Sure. Anyway, I have patients to see in the Union Hospital these mornings. If you want to go and see me, you can go with me every morning."

Lao Fan still said with some concern:

"That's an overseas Chinese businessman. It's not good for us to just stand aside, right?"

He said to him in tongues:

"Just wear a white coat, and then people won't care who you are."

"The hospital leaders won't say anything to you?" Lao Fan thought for Fangyan.

Fangyan shook his head and said:
"will not."

Old Fan frowned slightly. In his mind, Union Hospital was a veritable imperial hospital.

Why is the dialect different from what he expected?

Lao Fan asked in dialect:

"Is the Concord Management so lax?"

At this moment, he even suspected that the Union Hospital mentioned in the dialect might not be the Union Hospital he thought of, but might be a hospital with the same name or the same pronunciation.

Fang Yan said to him:
"It's not that loose, but it's probably not as strict as you think."

Lao Fan dipped his tea in water and wrote two words on the table:
"Are you sure it's this Concorde?"

Fang Yan didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and nodded to confirm:

"Of course. The main entrance to Concord Hospital is right across the street."

Lao Fan really couldn't figure it out, so he had to use his imagination, and then he suddenly realized:
“Oh, I understand then, it’s because they pay more attention to Western medicine!”

“So I’m more relaxed about Chinese medicine!”

“…” Fangyan was speechless.

But I'm too lazy to explain it. I feel like the more I explain, the more confused Lao Fan becomes.

When tomorrow comes, he will understand.

Fang Yan said to Lao Fan:

"Anyway, you will understand it slowly tomorrow."

Old Fan rubbed his hands, still with some expectations, after all, it was the Imperial Hospital.

he asked:
"What time does work start tomorrow?"

Fang Yan said to Lao Fan:

"You can rest here at night and come with me tomorrow morning."

Lao Fan said hurriedly:

"Oh, no! We have somewhere to stay, and we have to take roll call tomorrow night."

Fangyan asked them:
"Where do you live now?"

Lao Fan said:

"There is a teacher from Sichuan in charge of reception at the school's guesthouse. He treated us to lunch today."

Bloomberg also said:
"Yes, they also gave us washbasins and thermoses, as well as toothpaste and toothbrushes for brushing our teeth."

Fang Yan frowned slightly and asked them:
"Have you completed the household registration transfer?"

Lao Fan said:

"Isn't this the New Year period? All the windows are closed. Even the guesthouse let us in only because they gave us a break. There's nothing we can do now. We still have to carry letters of introduction when we go out."

Fangyan asked:

"Then you haven't got the certificate of grain and oil relationship yet?"

You have to know that if this thing is not done, the school will not be able to get the monthly ration of 20 kilograms of coarse grain coupons and 10 kilograms of fine grain coupons. They are not people like Fangyan who can go to key units in the capital and get free food. They rely on the ration to eat.

Old Fan waved his hand nonchalantly and said:

"It's okay. When we set out, we brought at least 30 kilograms of national food coupons and cloth coupons, which is enough to last until school starts."

Fangyan knew that he didn't want to cause trouble for himself, but he had promised the Jiangyou Youth Office, so he said:

"Okay, I'll help you with the next thing."

"Since I promised the Jiangyou Youth League Office, I must do it. Besides, you, Old Fan, are an old acquaintance of mine."

Hearing Fangyan's words of entrusting everything to others, Lao Fan was confused:
"No, they haven't started work yet, what are you...what are you doing?"

Just because you are not at work doesn't mean you can't do it.

Just like during this period of time, I should have been on vacation, but I was still busy seeing patients every day?
Fang Yan said to them:

"Don't worry about this. I'll make a phone call and I should be able to get it done for you later."

He stood up while speaking in dialect.

Lao Fan was surprised:
"Ah? Later? So soon?"

Fangyan smiled and said:

"I'm not kidding you. After all, I'm also the one who edits the textbooks."

PS: The 6000-word basic chapter has been updated.

There will be more updates later.

(End of this chapter)