Rebirth 1977 Great Era

Chapter 874 Using a person to administer medicine, one dose shows the effect after two doses (Bonus chapter for monthly votes: 3K chapters)

Before speaking, we noticed that Ms. Lü's tongue coating had changed from yellow and greasy to thin and white, indicating that the damp heat was gradually subsiding and her spleen and stomach functions were recovering.

The tongue also changes from pale to light red, indicating that the yang energy is rising and the qi and blood are gradually replenishing.

Now she sticks out her tongue, and although the changes in the tongue's texture and coating are not obvious, some differences can still be seen.

The middle part of her tongue was dry, and even after drinking water, it would dry out quickly.

It's different now; it has become moist, which means that, just as Professor Wang Yuchuan said, the yin fluid has nourished this area.

Of course, Ms. Lü herself also said that her original symptoms of bitter taste in her mouth and dry throat have been relieved, and now she can see that the prickles on her tongue have decreased, which also indicates that the heat toxins in her body have dissipated.

Afterwards, Fang Yan checked Ms. Lü's pulse. Previously, her pulse was mainly wiry and thin, but now it has become gentler. This indicates that the yin and yang in her body are approaching balance, the excess heat is being cleared, and the deficiency cold is being warmed, resulting in a significant improvement in her condition.

Taking the opportunity, Fang Yan also noticed that her body temperature was higher than before.

"How is it, Dr. Fang?" Ms. Lü asked Fang Yan.

Fang Yan nodded and said to her:
"Well, it looks good so far. I estimate that it won't take seven doses. Three more doses should be enough."

Upon hearing the dialect, Ms. Lü exclaimed in surprise:
"So it only takes five days in total?"

“That’s right.” Fang Yan nodded.

Ms. Lü found it incredible that her three-year illness could be cured in seven days when she first arrived at the local dialect clinic. At the time, she already thought that this speed was unbelievably fast.

As a result, after changing the prescription today, the time was reduced by two days.

"That's way too fast!" Ms. Lü's assistant couldn't help but exclaim.

"Actually, we're not in a huge rush."

She practically said that she absolutely had to get cured, and there was no need to rush it.

These days, people often hear the saying, "Illness comes like a landslide, but recovery is like pulling silk from a cocoon."

However, this doesn't apply at all when it comes to dialects.

He explained to them in dialect:
"As long as the TCM diagnosis is accurate and the right medicine is prescribed, it can be very effective as long as the illness is not too serious. The essence of the TCM rapid effect mechanism is the art of regulation of 'using the body to control the medicine'. When the doctor accurately grasps the rhythm of Qi circulation, the struggle between pathogenic factors and the body's resistance, and the temporal and spatial characteristics of the medicine, he can create the miracle of 'knowing the effects with one dose and curing the symptoms with two doses'."

"This kind of 'speed' is not a confrontational suppression, but a fundamental regulation achieved by restoring the body's self-organizing ability, similar to the saying 'using four ounces to move a thousand pounds.'"

"Although Mrs. Huo's illness has lasted for a long time, her physical condition is still intact. Although she has taken a lot of hormone medication, she has not undergone surgery, and the functions of her internal organs and meridians are still there. We only need to use medication to activate the body's functions so that she can recover quickly."

"I see..." the secretary suddenly realized.

Ms. Lü nodded repeatedly upon hearing this.

She said:
"In other words, as long as surgery is not performed, traditional Chinese medicine has the ability to adjust the body and restore it to a normal state..."

She picked up the newspaper and said:
"Just like Xiaoqin from the Zhou family, Western medicine said that if her lungs were damaged, she could only have a lung transplant, but you managed to restore some of her lung function in just twenty hours."

Fang Yan saw that the newspaper was the one her assistant had just read to her; it must have been about the treatment of Zhou Zhaoqin.

“That’s right.” Fang Yan nodded.

"Dr. Fang is truly a miracle doctor! I've consulted so many doctors in Hong Kong, but none of them have been as effective as your medicine. No wonder the government sent you to treat overseas Chinese businessmen," Ms. Lü exclaimed.

Fang Yan smiled. He had copied the prescription from the future, and the symptoms were basically all correct. In addition, Professor Wang Yuchuan had made some modifications, making it almost perfect for Ms. Lü's symptoms.

If this still doesn't work, then that would be really strange.

However, one couldn't say it like that verbally; instead, one would say:

"Traditional Chinese medicine also relies on fate in treating illnesses. To be honest, if you had come a few days earlier, I might not have been able to prescribe medicine so quickly. I actually got the inspiration after studying the medical cases of our Principal Wang. The prescription you have today was revised by him again. So this is not because I am good, but because the people around me are good. I learn from them."

After speaking, he gestured to Wang Yuchuan beside him.

After hearing this, Mrs. Huo looked at Wang Yuchuan and said:
"Oh, so it was Principal Wang who also contributed. My apologies for not recognizing him."

Just now, Wang Yuchuan and the others were speaking in dialect, so Ms. Lü didn't know what they did for a living.

She had assumed he was a doctor in the traditional Chinese medicine department, but after he explained the dialect, she finally understood.

"It's Fang Yan's outstanding ability that's the real strength; I was just adding icing on the cake," Professor Wang Yuchuan said to Ms. Lü.

However, Ms. Lü also liked his humble attitude very much.

He said with a smile:

“You are all my benefactors, I will speak to Director Liao.”

“Diseases that Western medicine in Hong Kong cannot cure become so simple in your hands. The Chinese Medicine Foundation must be established as soon as possible so that more Chinese medicine practitioners can benefit.”

"A fund?" Wang Yuchuan and the others behind him were all a bit confused. What fund?
The dialect explanation is as follows:
"Mrs. Huo believes that traditional Chinese medicine has great potential and needs strong support. In order to prevent traditional Chinese medicine from being buried in obscurity, she plans to establish a fund to reward those with potential and support our domestic TCM talents."

Upon hearing this, the others suddenly realized what was going on.

This is a good thing!

I just don't know how much money is involved, or what the conditions are.
Ms. Lü corrected:

"It wasn't me, it was Dr. Fang's name. We were just investing funds."

With everyone looking at Fang Yan, the reputation of the foundation would fall on Fang Yan.

But that's how it should be. Fang Yan saved Mrs. Huo's life, so their family is returning the favor. That's fair.

Otherwise, why should their support for traditional Chinese medicine have anything to do with dialects?

Since the money is going to be given to Fangyan anyway, instead of going through a fund, why not just give the money directly to Fangyan?

Then they chatted with Ms. Lü for a while longer.

She started sweating on her neck.

I started sweating, which is a normal phenomenon after taking the medicine.

She needed to change her clothes, so Fang Yan and the others said goodbye.

It was basically lunchtime by then.

They invited them to their home for dinner.

Everyone agreed.

However, before going back, Fang Yan had to go to the outpatient building to pick up her things.

The shipwrecked gold coins and two unopened chests were still there. Fang Yan ran into Lao Hu just as she descended the inpatient building.

Upon hearing the dialect, his first words were:
"Hey, let me tell you, the car bumper is fixed. The fitters in the mainland are really awesome!"

"Huh?" Fang Yan was confused by Lao Hu's excited expression.

"Let's go check the parking lot," Old Hu said to him.

Fang Yan glanced at Wang Yuchuan and the others behind him. Since they had no objections, they followed him to the parking lot to look at the cars.

When they arrived at the parking lot, next to Fang Yan's original Mercedes 300SL Gullwing, there were two identical Mercedes W116 450SEs parked. Fang Yan noticed that the bumper dent from yesterday was no longer visible.

If it weren't for the license plate, people with dialects wouldn't be able to tell which car they own.

"How did he manage to do that, the fitter you mentioned?"

Old Hu ran to the car and started gesturing:

"First like this... then like this, then bang bang bang... then another thrust... and finally it's done!"

Fang Yan opened his mouth and said:
"I don't understand."

"..." Old Hu was speechless.

But that's not important. What's important is that the car has been repaired and there's no sign of an accident.

"Is this car yours, Brother Fang?" Song Jianzhong asked.

"Mm." Fang Yan nodded.

Professor Wang Yuchuan was surprised:
"You changed cars again?"

"It was given to me by Lao Hu," Fang Yan said, pointing to Lao Hu.

Song Jianzhong gave Lao Hu a thumbs up:
"Brother Hu, you're awesome!"

Old Hu said with a smile:

"Haha, three thousand four hundred dollars, no big deal. If we do well this year, I'll get everyone one by the end of the year."

"Oh my, that's great! That means I can drive to and from school every day!" Song Jianzhong rubbed his hands together.

Li Zhengji then poured cold water on the situation:

“We don’t have free fuel like Brother Fang and the others; you can’t afford it.”

Lao Hu said:

"What are you saying? Once the business is on track, the money will definitely not be less."

Song Jianzhong laughed loudly:
"Haha, that's great!"

That's a good point.

Fang Yan asked Lao Hu:

"Shall we have dinner together later?"

Old Hu shook his head:
"No, you guys eat. I still have to go to Chaoyang Dongba to check on the production line. I won't have time until tonight."

“Then come to my house tonight,” Fang Yan said.

"Okay." Old Hu agreed, and then got into the car with his bodyguard, Old Cui, and set off.

After they left, Fang Yan went to the outpatient building to retrieve her belongings.

Then he led everyone back home.

Because we often have guests, we keep a good amount of meat and vegetables in our refrigerator.

After putting the things away, Fang Yan started working in the kitchen.

It's almost lunchtime now, so I'll cook a few dishes and then eat the rice I got from the cafeteria.

The others weren't idle either; they were all helping out in the kitchen.

They chatted about the four patients they had seen at noon that day.

Just as Fang Yan was cooking, her brother-in-law Zhao Yuanchao woke up.

He ran to the kitchen, took a look, and then joined in.

"Why don't you take a little more sleep?" Fang Yan said to her brother-in-law.

Zhao Yuanchao shook his head:

"can not fall asleep."

"As soon as I fall asleep, my mind is filled with the case."

Fang Yan said to him:
"I'll make you a ginseng and black chicken soup tonight. I asked Director Feng to help me buy the black chicken."

"Relax these next few days. Once the case is over, don't think about anything else."

“Okay.” Zhao Yuanchao smiled sheepishly and didn’t stand on ceremony with Fang Yan.

At midnight, he went to pick up Zhengyi and Mingzhu.

The dishes in the dialect area are also ready.

Just as the food was being served, my mother and wife returned from the cafeteria.

The mother-in-law followed closely behind.

Once my brother-in-law brought the two little ones home, dinner was served.

Fang Yan planned to go to the study to open the box after finishing his meal.

PS: After finishing this chapter, I still owe everyone 43000 words.

That's all for today, please come early tomorrow.

Lao Feng is working hard to write tomorrow's code.

(End of this chapter)