Rebirth 1977 Great Era

Chapter 789 The class monitor is a new type of human who has evolved, and the vice class monitor has a more supporting role (bonus chapter for monthly votes)

"This is a medical case. In addition to the face, the patient's skin is gradually reddening, scaling, and pustules all over the body, especially on the chest, back, and limbs."

"Itching, pain at the site of pustules, accompanied by nausea and poor appetite. Generally, the poor appetite improves when the skin lesions worsen, and worsens when the skin lesions improve. The tongue is red and cracked, and the pulse is thready and rapid. The diagnosis is leukorrhea, with the syndrome belonging to blood heat and wind dryness, which damages yin over time and causes excessive heat to become toxic."

Fang Yan calmly recounted the contents of the medical record. In fact, Old Wang revised the diagnosis seven times over two months before finally curing the patient. Fang Yan didn't talk about that now, but instead focused on summarizing the case.

The others were shocked; they were astonished that the dialect could be remembered so clearly.

While it's not a word-for-word exact match, everything that needed to be said was said.

In other words, the dialect is truly remembered.

This is terrifying.

Although Wang Zhijun appeared calm on the surface, his hair stood on end because he realized that Fang Yan's memory might be much stronger than he had thought.

Moreover, he not only memorized it, but also had his own understanding of it.

Li Zhengji stood up and quietly walked behind Wang Zhijun, looking at the medical record in his hand.

Then everyone heard someone in dialect say:

"Actually, this disease has another name, which is... psoriasis."

"It should be classified as pustular psoriasis."

"This patient started suffering from the disease at the age of five and it lasted for five years. During this period, the disease recurred repeatedly and could not be cured. Although various hospitals used various drugs to temporarily control it, the relapse was more severe after the medication was stopped."

"After diagnosis and treatment by Dr. Wang, focusing on the main symptoms such as red and cracked tongue, peeled coating, and thready and rapid pulse, he determined that the blood was hot and toxic, and that the prolonged heat had damaged the yin. He then used a large dose of yin-nourishing, blood-cooling, heat-clearing, and detoxifying medicine. After taking the medicine, the redness was indeed reduced and the pustules subsided. After two months of treatment, the effects of the medicine gradually became apparent. The patient's skin lesions subsided and the skin became smooth, and the patient was cured."

"As can be seen from this, as long as the diagnosis is accurate, even this kind of chronic disease is not difficult to cure."

He paused in his dialect, then continued to summarize:
"This disease has been treated in various hospitals without success. The reason is that the treatment methods were not appropriate."

There's a saying in traditional Chinese medicine: "Internal medicine can't cure asthma, and surgery can't cure tinea," which illustrates how difficult these two diseases are to treat.

"Based on the patient's medical history and clinical symptoms, Dr. Wang diagnosed the condition as blood heat and wind dryness, which had damaged Yin over time, leading to excessive heat and toxicity. He treated the patient with methods to cool the blood, clear heat, detoxify, nourish Yin, and moisten dryness. The patient was cured in two months, which is truly a miracle and worthy of our in-depth study."

After saying that, Fang Yan looked at Wang Zhijun. At this moment, a group of people had gathered around him, all of them staring at the medical records and peeking at them. However, Wang Zhijun did not seem to care at the moment.

Fang Yan said to Wang Zhijun:
"Alright, that's about it. There are too many treatment methods, so I won't go into them."

Wang Zhijun finally came to his senses and uttered a heartfelt exclamation of praise to the dialect:
"Great!"

As soon as these words were spoken, others echoed them:

"Brother Fang is really amazing. He remembers it so clearly. His memory is incredible."

"Exactly, if it were me, it would probably take much longer to remember it so clearly."

Then Xiao Chengzhi, who was standing to the side, said:
“It’s not just that he remembers things clearly; he also has his own understanding of them.”

Li Zhengji nodded at this moment:

"Yes! This shows that he not only wrote it down himself, but also added his own understanding."

After these two people pointed it out, the others finally realized.

Then they looked at Fang Yan with the eyes of looking at a monster, and for a moment felt that Fang Yan was not a species like them.

Not only did they finish watching it in such a short time, but they also memorized the content and developed their own understanding of it. This was truly unbelievable. If Wang Zhijun hadn't been so close to Fang Yan in his daily life, they would have suspected that the two of them were deliberately acting if it had been Song Jianzhong instead.

At this moment, Cheng Baogui in the class said to Fang Yan:

"Squad leader, do you have a photographic memory, or what Western medicine calls hyperthymesia?"

Fang Yan nodded upon hearing the question:

"Yes, you could calculate it that way."

These words immediately caused an uproar in the audience.

"Photographic memory? That's just too...too inhuman!"

"Isn't it something you can memorize just by reading a book once?"

"No way, does that mean you can just memorize what you see? The differences between people are just too great!"

"Hyperthymesia, is that a real disease?"

"..." In an instant, all the attention in the classroom fell on Fang Yan.

Someone asked in dialect:

"Squad leader, squad leader, can you remember everything you see? Like a camera?"

He said in dialect:

"It's not a camera, it's more like a video recorder that can be paused at any time."

Upon hearing the explanation in dialect, everyone showed expressions of envy, and then someone said:

"No wonder the class monitor was able to get full marks in five subjects; his ability is amazing."

"Exactly, exactly! Why don't I have that ability?"

At this moment, Meng Jimin and Deng Nanxing were finally relieved to see that everyone had witnessed the power of dialect.

At this moment, someone asked Cheng Baogui:
"Baogui, you mentioned hyperthymesia. How does one get this disease?"

Cheng Baogui said speechlessly:

"It's not an illness, it's something you were born with."

"It's a kind of ability that only geniuses possess; it's a very rare occurrence even in the whole world."

He glanced at the dialect and then continued:
"They can remember many details of daily life, including specific dates, times, places, conversations, and scene arrangements. For example, they can accurately recall what food they ate and what clothes they wore on a certain day many years ago, and even the smallest details such as the style of the buttons on their clothes."

"For events that most people may have long forgotten, hyperthymesia can present them clearly in their minds as if flipping through a photo album or video. Just like the class monitor, they can easily recall the specific contents of a book they have read, and the memory does not become blurred over time."

"This memory ability is often automatic, without them having to consciously recall or try to memorize it. Information is stored in their brains naturally and can be quickly retrieved when needed, without conscious control."

"After years of research, foreign scientists have confirmed that the brain regions related to memory in these people are more fully developed. Because the neural connections between brain regions are tighter, the storage and retrieval of information are more efficient. In other words, they have evolved better than us. Foreign scientists believe that these people may be the direction of our human evolution."

"..." Fang Yan was speechless; this kid was getting more and more mysterious.

Some people are already looking at the dialect and saying:
"Does that mean our class monitor is a new kind of evolved human?!"

At this moment, someone said:
“I once read a book from the Republican era that said that in historical records, there was a disciple of the Buddha in ancient India named Ananda who had the ability to remember everything he saw. After the Buddha’s passing, most of the Buddhist scriptures that have been passed down to this day were written by Ananda from memory, and his memory is as amazing as that of a class monitor.”

"Yes, yes, I heard that this year's special program for gifted children is also looking for class leaders across the country, but they are looking for people under the age of 16. I don't know if they can find anyone."

The topic was getting further and further off track, so Fang Yan quickly said:

"Alright, alright, stop!"

"We're talking about medical cases, let's not get off topic."

Although speaking in dialect brought the conversation to a halt, it was clear that his photographic memory would become a hot topic from then on.

Just like Yu Yunxiu a few days ago, dialects are now becoming a topic of conversation among people after they come down from school.

At this moment, Lei Lian walked over and tentatively asked Fang Yan:

"Brother Fang, does that mean you've finished reading my medical records too?"

Fang Yan nodded after hearing this, and took out another bag, handing it to Lei Lian:
"Well, it's over."

Lei Lian wore an expression that said, "I knew it."

Without saying anything, he took it and gave Fang Yan a thumbs up.

Now, nothing I say can express my feelings.

It's true what they say, comparisons are the thief of joy.

After returning Lei Lian's medical records, Fang Yan took out a bag and handed it to the vice squad leader, Li Zhengji:

"Old Li, I've finished reading your notebook too."

Li Zhengji looked at the medical record bag handed to him, opened his mouth, and felt a mix of emotions.

In the end, he reached out and took it, only to feel that he, who was originally a prodigy, now felt even more like a supporting character in front of Fang Yan.

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(End of this chapter)