Rebirth 1977 Great Era

Chapter 833 Using the Soul-Returning Lock to Save the Heart Again, Under the Lamp, the Dark Forgets to Exploit Wang Yuchuan (Two-in-One Chapter)
In urgent cases, treatment should address the symptoms; in less urgent cases, treatment should address the root cause. This is a critical moment; the patient could die at any moment. Fang Yan must use the fastest method to save him.

Now, after Zhang Yanchang helped the patient up, he began to use the Taoist Twelve and a Half Interlocking Locks, which he hadn't used in a long time.

The patient's long-term angina pectoris falls under the category of "chest pain" and is related to blood stasis in the heart vessels.

The dialect uses the Soul-Returning Lock that was used to save people on the train when returning to the city, and activates the Qi and blood of the Heart Meridian by stimulating the Jiquan acupoint under the armpit.

Raise the patient's left hand, and Fang Yan begins to use the Soul-Returning Lock technique, with four fingers together and placed in the center of the armpit, the middle finger aligned with the Jiquan acupoint, and pull towards the heart three times.

After finishing, Fang Yan noticed that the patient exhaled, but frowned slightly and did not open his eyes.

He made several unintelligible sounds.

"Is...is it alive?" Zhang Yanchang had never encountered this situation before and asked Fang Yan.

"Doctor, how is it now?" The patient's family member was also sweating profusely with anxiety.

Fang Yan felt the patient's pulse and found that his hand was still cold.

Similarly, the temperature of my feet was icy cold.

"Go to the Chinese medicine pharmacy and tell them you need the special heart-saving decoction that's boiled over high heat," Fang Yan said to Zhang Yanchang.

Upon hearing this, Zhang Yanchang immediately nodded and then hurriedly ran out.

When the patient's family heard the dialect saying that the "Breakthrough Heart-Saving Decoction" was to be used, they knew that the situation was not optimistic. This was a medicine that had appeared in the newspapers many times and was used to save people from the brink of death.

"Dr. Fang, is it too late...?" the patient's family asked Fang Yan, somewhat uncertainly.

Fang Yan glanced at the other person and said:

"There's still time, help me with this."

The other person rushed over to help their elderly father up, and heard him make a sound that seemed to be speaking but was unintelligible.

"Huh? Dad, what did you say?"

Just as the patient's family members were about to lean closer to listen, Fang Yan took out a needle and then injected the patient's philtrum, immediately stopping the patient from speaking incomprehensibly.

“The heart is the sovereign organ, from which the spirit emerges; when the heart’s yang energy declines, the spirit has no master.”

"He's not trying to say anything to you. He's delirious and unconscious right now."

The patient suffered from long-term chest pain, which led to blood stasis in the heart vessels. During an acute attack, the heart's yang energy failed, preventing the flow of qi and blood to nourish the head and face, resulting in confusion and incoherent speech.

In addition, his cold hands and feet and cold extremities are also typical manifestations of the inability of yang energy to reach the designated location.

As he explained, he pulled out two more silver needles.

Then, two needles were inserted into the Neiguan acupoints on the left and right hands respectively.

Then he took off the patient's shoes and socks, took out two more silver needles, and inserted one needle into each of the Yongquan points on the left and right sides of the patient's feet.

Then Fang Yan unbuttoned the patient's clothes, pressed his thumb on the attachment point of the pectoralis major muscle on the anterior axillary wall of the patient, and began to massage clockwise, one stroke at a time, for a total of 20 times. This was to unblock the Lung Meridian of Hand-Taiyin.

Then he took the patient's hand and pushed and pressed along the anterior axillary line towards the sternum.

Soon, color began to return to the patient's pale face.

However, her lips were still purple.

Those around him, seeing this, immediately called out to the old man, creating a noisy commotion. Passersby, hearing the commotion inside, all peeked in to see what was happening.

Seeing this, Fang Yan performed first aid on the old man while speaking to the patient's family:
"Hey, please stop shouting."

"Brother Fang, what's going on?" Yang Jingxiang walked in at this moment and asked in surprise after seeing the situation inside.

"Myocardial infarction," Fang Yan said to Yang Jingxiang.

Then call out to him:
“Come over here and be his other hand.”

Yang Jingxiang hurriedly came in and, mimicking the dialect, made the same gesture to the patient's other hand.

This is the tiger's mouth massage method, which can reduce the burden on the heart.

The situation had reached a stalemate. Although the old man wasn't exactly dead, he hadn't woken up. It wasn't until more than ten minutes later, when Zhang Yanchang arrived with medicine that had been decocted over a high flame, that Fang Yan finally breathed a sigh of relief.

He immediately fed the patient a spoonful of the special heart-saving soup.

The old man wasn't completely unconscious; when something went into his mouth, he subconsciously swallowed, which relieved Fang Yan—he was still alive.

After swallowing a spoonful of medicine, the patient opened his tightly closed eyes a crack, looked around as if he wanted to speak, but only managed to open his mouth.

The family members immediately said happily:
"Wake up, wake up."

Fang Yan said to Yang Jingxiang and Zhang Yanchang:
"Bring the stove outside the clinic to decoct the medicine."

"Must be quick!"

"Alright!" The two knew that lives were at stake, so they quickly ran out.

Seeing this, the patient's family knew that the old man was still in critical condition, and their hearts clenched again.

Fang Yan then touched the patient's hand, took his pulse, and addressed the now-awakened patient and his family:

"Don't worry, I've cured even more serious cases than yours."

"Just continue taking your medicine now."

"I guarantee we'll be out of danger in three hours."

Upon hearing Fang Yan's words, both the elderly patient and his family members breathed a sigh of relief.

It's not that I'm exaggerating because of my dialect; although the situation was critical, he didn't drag it out for too long.

The onset of the illness happened to coincide with the use of dialect.

So he received immediate medical attention.

The patient treated by Tongrentang before had cold breath from his mouth and nose, cold hands past his elbows, cold feet past his knees, incontinence, and a scattered pulse. He exhibited two of the seven strange pulse symptoms, like a sparrow pecking at a leaky roof. He also had oily sweat on his head, rattling phlegm in his mouth, and was unconscious.

Compared to the previous one, this one is much better.

Soon, the news from Fang Yan's place reached the hospital director, who also came over with his entourage. The people who came to see the doctor today were no ordinary people; they were retired senior cadres.

Their children also work in the system, so when they hear that something has gone wrong here, the hospital leaders will at least come and check it out.

There were no beds in the clinic where the dialect was spoken.

The hospital director immediately had a bed brought over so the old man could lie down.

Then someone came from outside to administer the medicine, and Fang Yan was finally freed from her predicament.

The dean walked over, pulled Fang Yan aside, and whispered to him:
"How confident are we about this?"

“Perfect,” Fang Yan replied in a low voice.

Hearing Fang Yan's confident words, the dean breathed a sigh of relief and said:
"I knew you'd be the most reliable in times like these!"

After saying that, he whispered:

"The person lying down is Gao Wenhong, the former deputy secretary of the State Science and Technology Commission, who only retired at the beginning of this year."

“Oh…” Fang Yan looked thoughtful.

He remembered that the secretary of this department was Guo Moruo.

The dean said:

"Even though he's no longer in a position, he still has a lot of influence. The current science conference is mainly organized by his unit, and the new director, Fang Yi, was recommended by him."

"Speaking of which, Fang Yi is actually from your clan."

Fang Yan smiled, thinking to himself, "Can this really be used to build connections?"
The key point is that Peking Union Medical College and the State Science and Technology Commission don't seem to be affiliated with each other, right?

Could it be that the equipment used in Western medicine requires dealing with the State Science and Technology Commission?

Or was it because the dean felt that the State Science and Technology Commission had too much influence, since the leaders had reiterated the statement that "science and technology are productive forces," that he emphasized it again?
I didn't quite understand the dialect, but the dean quickly explained it to me.

"Your father and father-in-law are now under their care. There will definitely be benefits if you get better."

Fang Yan was taken aback, then didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

Well, that makes sense. Although Professor Fang and Professor Zhu teach at Beijing Institute of Technology, they are indeed now scientific workers under the jurisdiction of the State Science and Technology Commission.

They say experience is the best teacher; he even considered things for himself.

However, even without this connection, dialects can still save lives.

Next came the matter of rescuing people.

The patient was given a specially prepared heart-saving decoction, which was simmered over high heat, in the clinic, and the hospital director stayed there to watch over the patient.

Fang Yan then sees other patients and also needs to keep an eye on the situation on the other side.

By the time all the patients here were seen, it was already midnight.

Three hours have almost passed.

Fang Yan examined the patient's body at this time. The patient's breathing had calmed down, the temperature of the hands and feet had risen, and the purple on the lips had turned back to a normal red.

"We're safe!" Fang Yan announced to everyone.

Hearing this, everyone breathed a sigh of relief, especially the nurses who were responsible for decocting and feeding the medicine.

The patient's family repeatedly expressed their gratitude to all the medical staff present.

They also cast grateful glances at the dialect.

If it weren't for the dialect, their old man would be dead today.

They were involved in the entire process, from the onset of the illness to how the dialect saved the person.

I know the contribution of dialects in this.

While treating other patients, I also had to keep an eye on their condition; I was almost never lax in my vigilance.

Throughout the entire noon, I and his family were in a state of high concern about his condition.

He spoke in dialect to the medical staff:

"Next, take him to the inpatient building, then simmer the medicine over a low flame. Start feeding him at 2:30, giving him 100 ml every half hour, day and night, until 4:00 a.m. tomorrow. When the twelve meridians of the body are in full swing and the lung meridian is at its peak, the patient can truly relax."

Don't worry about the specific procedures or dialects; these are all people who have participated in the training and know the proper methods for decocting the "Breakthrough Heart-Saving Decoction" using both gentle and forceful methods.

I also know what to do next, as these were all prepared in a manual beforehand.

Today's emergency rescue is the second proper emergency rescue since Zhou Zhaoqin's incident.

Although Fang Yan participated throughout the process, the subsequent medication administration was carried out by other medical staff.

This can be considered a real, real battle.

When the old man was taken to the inpatient building, the hospital director said to Fang Yan:

“You have to go and keep watch over them; their families won’t feel at ease if you don’t.”

Fang Yan remembered that she had promised Lao Liu that she would go out to lunch, but since the dean had said so, Fang Yan had no choice but to call Lao Liu and say that she had something to do and couldn't go.

As the head of the hospital, he usually doesn't have to worry about anything. Since the hospital director has asked him to do this, he can't refuse.

Besides, it's all for the good of his father and father-in-law.

“Okay, I’ll keep watch.” Fang Yan nodded in agreement.

Then, Fang Yan said to Zhang Yanchang and Yang Jingxiang:
"You can go ahead. I have special circumstances today, and I need to stay until the patient is completely out of danger before I can report back."

Yang Jingxiang said:
"Forget it, Lao Zhang, you go. I'm not going either."

Zhang Yanchang said:
"If none of you are going, what would I do if I went? I'm not going; I'll stay and keep you company."

Fang Yan said to them:

"Stop being so sentimental, everyone hurry up and go. I'll call Lao Liu and tell him you're going to celebrate his recovery on my behalf."

The two looked at each other, and Fang Yan urged:

"Hey, hurry up, stop dawdling."

After the two men left, Fang Yan went to the inpatient ward floor. He first saw that Grandpa Gao had been settled in, and then he went to the nurses' station, picked up the phone and dialed the school. After being transferred to the homeroom teacher Liu Duzhou's home, Fang Yan explained the current situation to Old Liu.

"I'm so sorry, teacher, I really can't make it. I'll invite you to my house for dinner next time," Fang Yan said to Liu Duzhou.

Liu Duzhou said with a laugh on the phone:

"Sigh, we're both doctors, I understand you."

Fang Yan also laughed:
"Haha, long live understanding."

Liu Duzhou said:
"I'll bring you some food later."

He said in dialect:

"No need to trouble yourself, you guys eat. My home is nearby, and there's a cafeteria nearby, so you can take care of your own lunch."

Liu Duzhou pondered for a moment, then said:

"Okay, we'll come see you after we finish eating." "I've never seen a case of emergency treatment with this special heart-saving decoction before."

Upon hearing that Liu Duzhou wanted to see the exceptional heart-saving decoction treatment, Fang Yan nodded in agreement.

"Row."

"Then I'll wait for you to come."

Fang Yan then hung up the phone and prepared to go to the cafeteria with the others to get some food.

However, medical staff immediately volunteered to help get food for Fang Yan.

Just after they left with Fang Yan's lunchbox, Big Wave from Chairman Li's house came back from outside with food. Seeing that Fang Yan was on duty, he invited Fang Yan to eat with him.

Just then, Li Chengzhu heard someone calling Fang Yan outside, and she said to Fang Yan that her food would be here soon, so they might as well eat together.

Fang Yan felt embarrassed to refuse, so he agreed.

A little while later, Li Chengzhu's meal was indeed brought by her assistant. They had ordered the food at the Yanjing Hotel and paid in foreign currency, which was quite popular.

They eat a different thing every day.

The chefs who prepare the dishes are all state banquet chefs. Although they are not state banquet dishes, they are definitely of state banquet standard.

And to take care of their condition, the dishes were all lightly oiled and lightly salted.

But the taste was surprisingly good.

After Fang Yan and the others had eaten, the person who had served Fang Yan's food returned.

Fang Yan simply put the food on the table so everyone could eat together.

Although the cafeteria's cooking skills weren't that great, the flavors were relatively stronger, which made Chairman Li and Li Chengzhu, who had been eating a lot of light food, especially crave the food in Fang Yan's lunchbox.

To be honest, I only just realized now that they both have the surname Li.

Only after asking did I find out that they were indeed related.

It's just that the relationship is rather distant.

After the meal, Fang Yan went to check on the preparation of the medicine, made sure someone was taking care of him, and then went back to the ward to check on Old Gao's condition.

He's in relatively stable condition now, and he can even greet people in dialect.
"Dr. Fang, we really owe you a lot today!"

"If this had happened anywhere else, I probably wouldn't have survived."

Fang Yan said to the old man:
"Your heart condition has been delayed for too long. If you had received treatment earlier, you definitely wouldn't have these problems."

The old man said:
"Sigh, I used to take Western medicine and it didn't hurt, so I didn't pay attention to it and just kept putting it off until now."

Fang Yan said to him:
"Now that we have time, you can stay in the hospital and I'll fully cure you before you leave."

The old man said with a smile:

"Haha, I believe Dr. Fang can definitely do it."

"Hoo..." His breathing became even more rapid after he had just finished laughing.

Fang Yan quickly said to him:
"Okay, now don't rush to talk or laugh. Just calm down and soothe your mind."

The old man dared not laugh anymore and quickly nodded in agreement.

His family saw Fang Yan out of the room, then whispered to him:

"Dr. Fang, can my father really be cured?"

“Of course.” Fang Yan stopped and nodded.

The other party lowered their voice:
"You're not lying to us."

Fang Yan asked, puzzled:

"You still don't trust me?"

The latter said:
"No, that's not it. The main thing is that my dad has had heart disease for ten years..."

Fang Yan understood what he meant; he was afraid that the old man would pass away soon after Fang Yan said he was cured.

Fang Yan said to them:

"It's okay, trust me, it will definitely be cured."

Hearing the dialect spoken, the patient's family finally felt relieved.

Speaking in dialect:

"Then I'll leave everything to Doctor Fang!"

"Mm." Fang Yan nodded, indicating that they could rest assured.

A little while later, Chu Qiaonan came over from outside.

Fang Yan saw him and asked:

"How did you come?"

Chu Qiaonan said:
“I just walked to the front gate and heard people talking about how you saved someone who had a sudden heart attack at noon. They said you were still there feeding him medicine, so I came to check on him.”

Fang Yan asked him:
"Have you reached an agreement with Lao Hu?"

Chu Qiao Nan nodded:

"Okay, all set. We just had a meal and some tea together, and he told me a lot about you guys."

Then he said with a smile:

"It seems you two have a better relationship than I thought."

"Now, in the entire capital, besides his wife, you are the person he trusts the most."

Fang Yan smiled at Chu Qiao Nan and said:
"Haha, when we get to know each other better, we can be just as good."

After speaking in dialect, she took out her medical case notes and handed them to him.

Chu Qiaonan was taken aback:
"what?"

Fang Yan said to him:
"You were interested in how I treated patients, right? Here are the treatment records from this morning."

Chu Qiaonan took it casually and asked curiously:
"This is your secret recipe, and you just showed it to me like that?"

He said it was the special heart-saving soup, speaking in dialect:

"What do you mean by my secret recipe? This formula is available in major hospitals all over the country, but not many people use it. If you learn it, you can help me promote it."

Although Chu Qiaonan was polite in words, her actions spoke louder than words, and she quickly found today's medical case.

Then I looked at the writing in dialect.

The content in the dialect was written in great detail and contained a lot of information. All of this was prepared for the apprentice, so Chu Qiaonan felt as if he were there, experiencing it all from beginning to end.

"150 grams of raw aconite root? And so much pinellia tuber?"

"No, isn't this too much?" Chu Qiaonan asked Fang Yan with some surprise.

Fang Yan pointed up and said:
"60 grams of roasted licorice root is enough to control the toxicity of aconite. I have used 200 grams of aconite."

Chu Qiaonan composed himself, then looked at the 150-gram dose of medicine boiled in cold water behind Fang Yan's prescription. He let out a long breath and said:

"Now I know why nobody dares to use it."

"Most people really wouldn't be able to do it."

The dialect also mentioned:
"So I also found someone to make a movie to promote the aconite ingredient in it."

Chu Qiaonan, recalling the title of "foreign dialect," said:

"Aren't you afraid that foreigners will learn your formula for the famous 'Sputnik crisis'?"

He said in dialect:

“What they want to learn is not the prescriptions, but how to turn Chinese medicine into Western medicine, extract its components, or synthesize them directly.”

"If they can copy it exactly, I'll consider it as them helping me promote it."

Chu Qiaonan was taken aback, then laughed:

"Haha, that makes sense! No matter what we do, they'll be the ones who suffer."

"Excuse me..." Just then, the door to the corridor was pushed open, and several people dressed in Zhongshan suits, carrying things in their hands, walked in.

He asked in dialect:

Who are you looking for?

One of them said:
"Oh, we're from the State Science and Technology Commission, here to visit Comrade Gao Wenhong."

Fang Yan immediately realized.

People from Gao Lao's former workplace have arrived.

"You must be Dr. Fang Yan?" A middle-aged man in his fifties with slicked-back hair and tortoiseshell glasses walked up and asked Fang Yan.

Fang Yan nodded:
Yes. It's me.

The other person said to the people around them:
"Last year's top scorer in the college entrance examination, the youngest miracle doctor in the entire capital! There is still no disease he cannot cure."

Fang Yan said to him:
"Comrade, you flatter me."

The other party smiled and said:

"My name is Fang Yi, and we're even from the same clan."

Fang Yan immediately realized that this was Director Fang from the State Science and Technology Commission.

In dialect, someone extends their hand:
"Director Fang, hello!"

Fang Yi smiled and shook hands with Fang Yan, then asked:
"By the way, how is Old Gao doing now?"

Fang Yan said to him:
"Old Gao isn't really in a good position to talk right now."

"But it's still okay for you to go and take a look. It's best if only one person goes in."

Fang Yi nodded:
"Okay, I'll go in then."

Fang Yan led him to the door, gently opened it, and said to those inside:

"Someone has come to visit Old Gao."

Upon hearing this, the Gao family immediately stood up and looked towards the door. They saw Fang Yi and warmly invited him inside.

Without disturbing them, Fang Yan gave them a brief reminder, then closed the door and left.

Just then, more people arrived from outside. This time, it was the homeroom teacher, Liu Duzhou, who brought over a group of people who had come for dinner that day.

The following are prescriptions by Yue Meizhong.

Meng Jimin, Deng Nanxing, Lao Fan, Zhang Yanchang, and Yang Jingxiang, who were originally on temporary assignment at Peking Union Medical College Hospital, walked ahead.

There were many more people behind them, a large and imposing group.

Then they all greeted Fang Yan as "Brother Fang!"

The people who had come with Fang Yi were taken aback.

As soon as Lao Liu arrived, he immediately began asking questions:

"How is it? What's the situation now?"

"I called over Principal Wang, our cardiovascular disease expert, along with him."

Upon closer inspection, he recognized some familiar faces in the crowd.

"Professor Tamagawa, you've come too?" Fang Yan greeted him quickly.

Wang Yuchuan said:
"Yes, I heard that a retired cadre here suffered a heart attack. I happened to be having dinner at Professor Liu's house today, so I came over to check on him."

I've almost forgotten the local dialect. Our Professor Yu Chuan is not only a master at compiling textbooks, but he is also recognized as a leading figure in the field of cardiovascular disease treatment at the university.

Fang Yan said to him:
"He had been experiencing intermittent stabbing pain in his heart for ten years. He came to see me today and just happened to have a heart attack. I used a special heart-saving decoction to save him first, but I haven't started any follow-up treatment yet."

Fang Yan wondered if Old Wang should give him something too.

You should know that I helped him bring several of his apprentices to Peking Union Medical College Hospital for internships for so long, and I also helped him restore the "Imperial Medical Prescriptions Collection" that he brought back.

Old Wang hasn't said anything yet.

Surely they're going to take this opportunity to share some valuable insights, right?

To be honest, I was blind to my own shortcomings. When he and Old Cheng were together, I was so focused on Old Cheng that I forgot to take advantage of the huge sheep right next to me.

PS: The basic chapter of 6000 words has been updated.

There will be an extra chapter later.

(End of this chapter)