Rebirth 1977 Great Era

Chapter 883 "The needles were originally yours!" Self-taught acupuncture to treat his mute daughter! (Bonus chapter for monthly votes: 3K chapters)

"Was this broken before?" Professor Ren Yingqiu came up and looked at the Tiangong Needle in Fang Yan's hand.

“I don’t remember, at least not this needle in the philtrum,” Fang Yan said definitively.

Because he had carefully observed the first needle.

"Then how did it crack?" asked the taciturn Wang Zhijun.

I'm speechless, I've been wanting to ask this question myself.

"Perhaps there's a problem with the quality itself?" Cheng Baogui leaned closer and offered his assessment, continuing:

"If the jade was originally flawed, it's normal for cracks to appear due to the thermal expansion and contraction after all that handling."

Old Ren nodded and said:

"It is also possible that the jade used for the Tiangong Needle is specially selected from jade with poor quality, coarse structure, lack of spirituality, and lack of luster. This kind of jade is difficult to change significantly after long-term wear or handling, and it is a kind of jade that cannot become warm and lustrous through human nourishment."

This was the first time Fang Yan had heard this saying, and he asked curiously:

Why use this type of jade?

Old Ren shook his head:

"I don't know, that's what the Heavenly Craft Needle requires."

"To save costs, right?"

Mr. Ren didn't really care much about acupuncture tools, nor did he understand them very well.

At this moment, Meng Jimin said:

"Indeed, this jade is hard and dry, with large crystal grains that are clearly visible to the naked eye. It has a loose structure and lacks a delicate and warm texture, so it is not a good jade."

"However, it shouldn't be to save costs. You can see that the carving is actually quite good, no worse than that of a proper jade pendant."

Xiao Chengzhi also said:

"Indeed, the Heavenly Craft Needle is a top-grade silver needle. There must be some significance to using this kind of jade."

Everyone around was stunned. Upon closer inspection, the carving was indeed quite good.

Why would someone specifically choose these scraps and meticulously carve them into a "Heavenly Craft Needle"? Is it just a display of skill?
Based on the local dialect, perhaps this type of jade has some special properties?

Ren Yingqiu said to Fang Yan:

"Let's stop guessing. Go back and ask Lao Cheng. He'll definitely know."

Fang Yan nodded upon hearing this.

Then he removed all the Heavenly Craft Needles from Ma Wenying's body.

Of the ten needles, four of the jade pieces cracked.

The dialect was placed together in the silver needle box.

"Mr. Ma, this needle... was it prepared by the Ministry of Health?" Fang Yan asked Ma Youxin.

"I don't know, it was already in the room when I came in. But the first-aid kit says 'Yanjing Hotel' on it, so it must belong to the hotel, right?"

Upon hearing this, Fang Yan replied:
"Okay, I'll take this box of needles down and ask Director Liao."

Ma Youxin hurriedly said:

"If you want compensation, just put it on my tab."

He didn't know how much the needle was worth, but it was used to treat Ma Wenying's injury, so he was definitely obligated to compensate her.

Fang Yan said to him:
"You don't need to worry about this. This is normal wear and tear. I just took it down to ask. Maybe there's something wrong with this batch of needles."

Ma Youxin nodded after hearing this and said to Fang Yan:

"Okay, then I'll trouble you, Dr. Fang."

At this moment, Ma Wenying asked Fang Yan:

"Doctor, are you leaving?"

Fang Yan nodded and said:
"Yes, I have three patients waiting for me in other buildings."

Ma Wenying asked:
"When will you come next time to see me?"

Fang Yan thought for a moment:
"Tomorrow."

After saying that, he said to Ma Wenying:

"If you feel unwell during the trip, just tell the people around you, and they will try to contact me."

“Okay!” Ma Wenying pointed out the window.

Fang Yan then said to Ma Youxin and Ma Wenying:

"Mr. Ma, Ms. Ma, we'll take our leave now."

"I'll see you all off." Ma Youxin followed.

He escorted Fang Yan and the others to their room. By then, someone had already pressed the elevator button. After Fang Yan entered the elevator, he said to Ma Youxin:
"Mr. Ma, please wait a moment."

"We'll have to rely entirely on Dr. Fang's care for Wen Yin's illness," Ma Youxin said, bowing slightly to Fang Yan.

They also returned the greeting in their local dialect.

Then Ma Youxin bowed to the others and repeated the same old tune:

Please keep this a secret.

The others readily agreed.

Then the elevator doors closed, and everyone successfully descended from the sixteenth floor to the first floor.

"Brother Fang, do we have to hand this money over?" After getting off the elevator, Cheng Baogui, who was receiving a red envelope for the first time, couldn't help but ask Fang Yan in a low voice.

The other people also wanted to ask him this question, since there are quite a few of them.

Fang Yan said to Cheng Baogui:
"When you see Director Liao later, just report it; you don't need to hand it over."

If it's a dialect, he doesn't even need to report it. Director Liao already said that he should just take it if given to him.

Hearing Fang Yan say this, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

It would still hurt to hand it over.

Just as they were about to step out the door, someone called out to them from one side of the hall:
"Hey, here!"

Fang Yan and the others turned around and found Director Liao and his group sitting on a sofa in a corner of the lobby.

He led the way.

"How did it go? Was it all right?" Director Liao asked Fang Yan.

"Yes, everything went smoothly." Fang Yan nodded.

"Haha, I knew I hadn't misjudged you!" Director Liao laughed.

Fang Yan pointed behind him:
"Everyone helped by providing suggestions."

The people behind Fang Yan were slightly taken aback, then straightened their backs and raised their heads.

Using dialects is just a way of embellishing their image.

Professor Ren Yingqiu didn't care, but the other young men were practically kneeling before Fang Yan.

Brother Fang is the best! He eats meat, so everyone else has to eat meat too.

Where can you find a guy like this?
Director Liao said to them:

"Good, good, good! You're all doing a great job! You'll all be credited!"

The leaders of the Ministry of Health also nodded in agreement:
"Yes, there will be a reward later!"

Everyone was surprised; there was a reward for this?
But thinking about it again, it makes sense. The rewards above were given by the Ma family themselves, so now that the mission is completed, the rewards here should be just as generous.

Reasonable!

They remained quite calm despite speaking in dialect.

He directly pulled out the medical records he had written and handed them to Director Liao.

"They said it needs to be kept confidential, so I won't take it back," Fang Yan said to Director Liao.

Whether I bring it or not doesn't really matter; I've already memorized everything. But I still need to show my attitude.

Director Liao and the leaders of the Ministry of Health were very satisfied with Fang Yan's attitude.

The two looked at the medical case notes written in dialect.

It's written in great detail. Some of the technical parts might be a bit difficult to understand, but you can generally get the gist of it.

"By the way, four of these Tiangong needles are broken. I don't know if they belong to the Ministry of Health or the Yanjing Hotel," Fang Yan said, taking out the needle box and showing it to Director Liao.

"Is it broken?" Director Liao opened the lid, somewhat confused.

"The jade handle is cracked." Fang Yan picked up a jade handle and showed it to him.

Director Liao asked:
Does this affect its use?

"I don't know." Fang Yan shook her head.

Director Liao said:
"Then take it back and try it. If it works, keep it; if not, throw it away."

"Give it to me?" Fang Yan asked in surprise.

Director Liao said:
"I was the one who asked them to prepare it for you overnight."

"..." Fang Yan was speechless.

So it turns out this thing already belonged to him?

People are strange like that. Just a moment ago, they thought it was okay if something that wasn't theirs broke, but now that they know it's theirs, they feel like they've lost out.

I even felt like I didn't have enough money in my pocket to cover the cost of the injection.

Director Liao said to him:
"If those four needles are no longer usable, I'll have the restaurant's needle-making staff find you four more."

Upon hearing this, Fang Yan suddenly felt that it wasn't such a loss after all.

"Thank you, Director Liao," Fang Yan said to him.

Fang Yan then reported on Ma Youxin's agreement with them, as well as the money they had been given.

Director Liao was very generous and said that they could keep it.

Ma Youxin should have brought back a collaborative project with him this time, so they didn't care about this amount of money at all, considering it as payment for Fang Yan and the others.

Moreover, Director Liao knew that these were all acquaintances speaking the local dialect.

Let them keep it; that's giving face to the dialect.

Next, Fang Yan asked Director Liao about the installation of the production line on Lao Hu's side.

The workers there aren't up to par right now, so the installation is slow. Let's see if we can get Professor Chen Keji to go and help out.

After hearing this, Director Liao discussed it with the leaders of the Ministry of Health and then agreed to the plan.

"Is there anything else?" Director Liao asked Fang Yan.

Fang Yan shook his head. He had said everything that needed to be said.

"If not, then go to Building C," Director Liao said.

"Okay," Fang Yan replied.

He turned his head and greeted the others:
"Let's go."

Everyone hurriedly followed.

Today, by following the local dialect, I've not only made money, but I've also gained face in front of my superiors.

Professor Ren Yingqiu is still cheerful at his age. Although he no longer needs fame, he still has plenty of money. He just counted his money, and it's quite a lot.

It's all foreign currency, enough to buy quite a lot of things.

On the way, Meng Jimin said to them:

"The three patients below should still have something to take."

The dialect confirmed:
"This falls under the category of door-to-door service."

"I should get more than I would have at the hospital."

Upon hearing this, everyone couldn't help but feel excited.

As soon as everyone entered the lobby of Building C, someone immediately came to greet them.

"Are you Dr. Fang?" a waitress asked him.

"Yes," Fang Yan nodded.

"The elevator is over there, please follow me." The waitress gestured to Fang Yan.

Everyone followed the dialect and headed towards the elevator.

Having learned from the experience in Building A, everyone was less nervous this time.

Instead, they began to look forward to the patients here.

It stopped on the third floor shortly afterward.

As soon as they stepped out of the elevator, someone greeted them:

"Dr. Fang, right?"

"Yes." Fang Yan nodded.

"This way, please." This time, a waiter led the way again.

Fang Yan and the others followed the waiter to a door and knocked on it.

Soon footsteps approached, the door opened, and a middle-aged woman appeared. Upon seeing Fang Yan, she immediately greeted him warmly.
"Dr. Fang, please come in quickly."

I know this woman by speaking in dialect. Her surname is Kang, her given name is Kang Xin, she is 43 years old, and she is a Japanese businesswoman who runs a travel agency, the kind of travel company that brings Japanese people overseas.

Although the company was quite large, it seemed like the timing wasn't right for them to collaborate with the mainland, so Fang Yan didn't pay much attention to her at the time.

However, Fang Yan was somewhat surprised that the first person to come to see her this time was someone she brought with her.

Following Fang Yan, the crowd filed in one after another.

Upon entering the room, they found no one else.

"Where is the patient?" Fang Yan asked.

Kang Xin pointed to the bed and said:
"there."

Everyone looked towards the bed.

That's when I realized there seemed to be someone under the blanket covering the bed.

Kang Xin walked over, lifted the blanket, and revealed the person inside.

It turned out to be a girl in her early teens.

She was extremely thin; she was lying on the bed with the blanket over her head, looking like no one was there.

“This is my daughter,” Kang Xin said to Fang Yan.

Fang Yan looked at the little girl lying on the bed and asked Kang Xin:

What's wrong with her?

Kang Xin said with some hesitation:
"Well... she originally had a headache, but I learned traditional Chinese medicine and used acupuncture on her. It took me half a year to cure her, but recently she has started to feel nauseous and vomit, and she can't speak anymore."

"I...I think I might have caused something wrong with her treatment..."

As she spoke, she took out a Japanese acupuncture book and handed it to her.

"I followed the instructions exactly."

Fang Yan was taken aback. In other words, she had caused problems for her own daughter, which was why she came to see the doctor.

Talent!
P.S.: I still owe you 32000 words after finishing this chapter.

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

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

(End of this chapter)