Rebirth 1977 Great Era

Chapter 974 The Prestige of Only Eighty People Accepted Nationwide, Her Majesty the Queen is Ill (Two Chapters Combined)
That's right, in the Ministry of Education's enrollment catalog, Capital University of Chinese Medicine is listed as a joint enrollment institution of Huaxia Academy of Chinese Medical Sciences and Capital University of Chinese Medicine.

The exam subjects are Politics, Classical Chinese Medicine, Basic Traditional Chinese Medicine, and Clinical Traditional Chinese Medicine.

The list of mentors includes Yue Meizhong, Wang Wending, Zhao Xiwu, Geng Jianting, Liu Duzhou, Wang Dai, Jin Shoushan, Dong Jianhua, Qian Boxuan, Wang Boyue, Zhao Xinbo, Fang Yaozhong, Guo Shikui, Zhao Shuyi, Fu Fangzhen, Zhao Jinduo, Dong Demao, Lu Zhizheng, Xie Haizhou, Liu Zhiming, Zhu Renkang, Wei Wengui, Zhang Shuncheng, and many others.

The list included not only school teachers but also some leaders from the research institute. Fang Yan scratched his head as he looked at it. He was already the director of the research institute, so was it in accordance with the rules to have to take an exam again?
So Fang Yan went to the school and asked Professor Yue Meizhong for advice.

After all, the registration period is approaching, so it's best to get this sorted out.

In case of any difficulties, I can figure out a solution myself.

When Fang Yan finally found Professor Yue Meizhong, he burst into laughter after hearing Fang Yan's question.

“Of course it’s compliant. Your secret formula research institute doesn’t participate in graduate teaching programs, and you meet all the application requirements. If it’s not prohibited, then it’s permissible,” Yue Meizhong replied to Fang Yan with certainty.

He already knew that Fang Yan would definitely apply, and he also knew that Fang Yan would most likely come to inquire, but he did not expect that Fang Yan's focus would be on this.

At this moment, Professor Yue Meizhong asked Fang Yan:

"Putting that aside for now, what are your thoughts on the exam questions?"

Fang Yan was taken aback. What was going on? Why was he being asked such a question?
Is this really an answer I can give?

Fang Yan hurriedly said:
"Wait, I'm the one taking the exam. Is it inappropriate for you to ask me?"

Professor Yue Meizhong said:
"Everyone knows your level. Whether you know the questions or not, you'll pass the same way. Would you really reveal the questions?"

Fang Yan was speechless and said to Professor Yue Meizhong:
"Rules are still necessary. If the questions are leaked, I'll be a suspect."

Yue Meizhong said:
"This exam is divided into two parts. The first part is the preliminary exam, which will be attended by many people from all over the country. These exams are all held locally, but we don't actually need to recruit many people. So in the first part, we will try our best to use the questions to filter out some people who don't have a solid foundation but want to try their luck."

"The second round of interviews is for those who passed the first round. These remaining candidates should all be the elites. They will come to our school then, and I feel that the questions chosen are relatively simple..."

Upon hearing this, Fang Yan immediately responded:
"I didn't hear a word. I'm leaving now. You can decide what to do with the questions. As long as I can apply, that's fine."

After speaking in their dialect, they immediately made their escape.

"Hey, this kid!" Yue Meizhong scratched his head, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.

He knew the guy had a lot of knowledge about dialects and wanted him to provide a reference, but the guy just ran away.

"They didn't say that, so if they did, we have to adopt it. What are you so afraid of?"

"Looks like I need to think about the exam questions more carefully..." Yue Meizhong muttered.

Fang Yan didn't want to change anyone's fate because of his connections, and who knew if someone would bring it up later after he got involved in the test paper customization.

Moreover, it didn't do me any good, so the dialect naturally disappeared.

Back in the classroom, things got lively.

Deng Nanxing took out the newspaper, pointed to the news, and said to the people around him:
"I feel that I meet the application requirements for this postgraduate program. The exam covers politics, classical Chinese medicine, basic Chinese medicine, and clinical Chinese medicine. Except for clinical Chinese medicine, which is a bit difficult, the other aspects should not be too difficult for me. I even use Brother Fang's standards for clinical Chinese medicine. Among Chinese medicine doctors of the same age, I am considered to have rich clinical experience."

Xiao Chengzhi nodded in agreement.
"Hmm, I can give it a try... If I can pass the exam, I can shorten my study time by almost five years."

"What, you're not planning to take the exam?" Fang Yan asked, picking up the conversation at this point.

Upon hearing the voice, they saw that Fang Yan had already arrived beside them.

Xiao Chengzhi greeted him:

"Brother Fang is here!"

Fang Yan nodded, and then Xiao Chengzhi said:
"Of course I'll take the test, and it's not difficult for me."

"I feel that it wouldn't be difficult for most of the people in our class."

"The ones that are difficult are all from other classes."

After this period of exploration, Xiao Chengzhi has figured out the strength of the elite class.

They were in a commanding lead; everyone in their class had been studying Traditional Chinese Medicine since childhood, while other students were far behind in their studies.

Li Zhengji, who was standing to the side, said:
"We shouldn't even be in the first year of the Traditional Chinese Medicine Department. Much of what's taught here is stuff we learned when we were kids. The only subject where we're on the same starting line as everyone else is politics."

"In terms of both basic and clinical aspects of traditional Chinese medicine, we have far surpassed them. Many of them haven't even memorized the 'Huangdi Neijing' yet. We can easily go to any hospital and start seeing patients. As long as we don't encounter any difficult or complicated cases, we can handle the diagnosis and treatment of most patients."

Cheng Baogui, who was standing to the side, said:
“I know that in our class, it’s completely impossible to find a single person who hasn’t practiced medicine.”

“Everyone here has clinical experience.”

Fang Yan thought for a moment, and realized that even Du Heng and Yan Yifan worked at the local hospital.

The reason why the elite class is divided into classes in this way is actually because of this reason.

Xiao Chengzhi said:
"So if you ask me, everyone in our class could take this postgraduate entrance exam, and there's a high probability they'd all get in..."

At this moment, Wang Zhijun, who hadn't spoken until now, reminded him:

"But I heard that our school's graduate program recruits students nationwide, but only accepts fewer than 100 students. You can get in just by applying. I feel that's not very reliable. You'll be competing with the best students from all over the country."

Hearing this, Xiao Chengzhi had no choice but to admit:

"Yes, and this time our school's graduate program is jointly enrolling students with the neighboring Huaxia Academy of Traditional Chinese Medicine, which is very attractive to many TCM practitioners."

Several people nodded in agreement:

"Yes... there's a high probability that a graduate student will be able to work at the Chinese Academy of Traditional Medicine, which is very attractive."

At this moment, Zhang Yanchang reminded him:
"We've been working under Brother Fang for a while now, which means we've been working at the research institute for a while now..."

"..." The scene fell silent for a second.

Then Meng Jimin burst out laughing.

Everyone else laughed and burst into laughter:
"Hahaha...that seems true..."

"Ha ha ha ha……"

Yang Jingxiang said:
"That's right, it turns out we're already living the life that others envy..."

Song Jianzhong reminded:

"Brother Fang is still inside; he even holds a director position."

After saying that, he asked Meng Jimin:
"I think Brother Meng has one too, right?"

"Yes." Meng Jimin nodded with a smile.

As one of the earliest adopters of the dialect, he is always the first person the dialect thinks of when something good happens.

Yang Jingxiang said:
"If we calculate it this way, about half of the people in our class will be able to work at the research institute."

Fang Yan then said:
"You can't say that, since it's not officially part of the establishment yet."

Others nodded.

Although the Fangyan Secret Formula Research Institute was his own, he did not actually recruit these people as official members.

Of all these people, only Meng Jimin can be considered a formal member.

Those who hadn't yet joined the dialect group were feeling a bit frustrated.

How many people will I have to compete with?
"You guys are so lucky, you've managed to latch onto Brother Fang's coattails!" Wen Guohua said sourly.

When the money was divided last time, this kid thought Fang Yan would invite him to join, but Fang Yan never mentioned it again.

They ate at a state banquet and received a share of the money, but they were still not officially recognized as members.

Is this because they lack the ability?

Does it mean I have to get into a graduate program?

But he lacked confidence in this.

At this moment, Xiao Chengzhi, who was standing to the side, said:
"Isn't there Capital Medical University? If you're not confident, you can apply there."

Upon hearing this, Song Jianzhong said:

"Capital Medical University does not have a postgraduate program. This year, there is only one option for TCM students in the capital, and that is our university."

Xiao Chengzhi was somewhat surprised:
"Really? It's in the newspaper."

Deng Nanxing, holding the newspaper, said:

"It's written, but it won't be open this year; it will open next year."

Xiao Chengzhi suddenly realized.

Upon hearing this, Wen Guohua said:
"Does that mean we still have to compete with them?"

Fang Yan then chimed in:
“That’s right. It’s not just about competing with them, but also with top TCM practitioners from other provinces.”

"The elimination rate this year will not be much lower than that of last year's college entrance examination."

Fang Yan said with a smile:

"I have confidence in most people. Basic knowledge and ancient Chinese medicine books are unlikely to pose a competitive barrier for us. At most, the only obstacle is in clinical practice."

He still hopes everyone can squeeze in, but in reality, it might be a bit difficult.

Although everyone is actually quite good, that's how competition is; there will always be someone more capable.

At this moment, Song Jianzhong said:

"Maybe there's politics involved too?"

Xiao Chengzhi said:
"Political restrictions are being imposed on people, and some truly talented individuals are being blocked. It's a huge loss, and I don't think they'll do that."

Li Zhengji said:
"Nothing is absolute. If there are truly too many experts and the graduate program can't accommodate everyone, then it will be an extremely fierce competition..."

Xiao Chengzhi shook his head:

"Don't scare yourself. Perhaps your opponent isn't as formidable as you think."

“I traveled and visited many people in Guangdong before arriving in the capital. I met many young masters there. In fact, I feel that there are probably no more than twenty people who can reach the level of our class.”

After saying that, he added a veiled explanation to his statement:
"Of course, I've only met a limited number of people. The age limit for postgraduate entrance exams is quite lenient this time, so... let's all do our best and try to get into the postgraduate program together."

Xiao Chengzhi had already assumed that the whole class would apply for the exam.

"There's only one month left between the release of the postgraduate entrance exam notice and the exam itself—that's way too tight a schedule!" one student muttered, frowning.

"What's there to be afraid of? If we don't pass the exam, we can just come back and continue our undergraduate studies." Another student waved his hand dismissively.

Vice class monitor Li Zhengji suddenly interjected, his tone serious: "It's not that simple. If most of the class gets into graduate school, our class might not survive." He looked around and posed the crucial question: "Have you thought about what will happen after the class is disbanded?"

A brief silence fell over the classroom, then a voice exclaimed in surprise: "The class will be split up and reorganized?!" This statement immediately startled many people.

Li Zhengji nodded emphatically:

"That's right! The rest of us will be split up and assigned to two other parallel classes. At that time, we won't be able to enjoy the high-quality teaching resources we have now, and we'll only be able to learn basic courses with the freshmen."

He paused, his tone becoming even more somber:
"Even if you can take the exam again next year, you'll have wasted a whole year. In a regular class, the learning pace and atmosphere are completely different from ours. Who can stand that? So, if you can pass the exam on your first try, don't leave yourself any way out."

These words struck everyone like a hammer blow. They realized that the day the postgraduate entrance exam results were announced would be the day the class disintegrated... Some would enter the postgraduate program for further studies, while others wouldn't even have the right to remain in their original class.

An invisible pressure instantly enveloped the classroom. That sense of tension was just like the suffocating feeling on the eve of the college entrance examination.

Although failing the postgraduate entrance exam is not as "final" as failing the college entrance exam, for these students who have already learned professional knowledge, going back to a regular class to repeat basic courses is undoubtedly a waste of precious time.

Fang Yan silently observed all of this and couldn't help but admire Li Zhengji's methods.

Compared to Xiao Chengzhi's usual encouraging mobilization, this method of using crisis to inspire fighting spirit is obviously more effective.

Sure enough, after a short while, the crowd dispersed, and the sound of turning pages filled the classroom.

The students bent over, making study plans, their pens scratching on the paper. The familiar atmosphere of the college entrance exam preparation quietly spread through the classroom once again.

The students in this class have a lot of free time. There are no morning or evening self-study sessions. While other classes are still working hard on basic courses, they are already seeing patients in the clinic.

Therefore, their class has a significant advantage in preparing for postgraduate entrance exams.

People in other places may not have the same advantages as those in their class. Some people are still working and can only study in their spare time. It's different here. Even when they attend classes, they are provided with clinical knowledge.

There is no time that doesn't exist for exams.

If you have all the advantages, and you still unfortunately fail the exam, it can only mean that your opponent is really too strong.

Fang Yan also remembered that the professor from her previous life said that the first batch of people who took the exam and passed numbered 1,168.

This is even after most people have been eliminated, and there are still so many people.

In the final re-examination, the school will select 80 students from these 1,168 applicants.

This shows just how incredibly high the attrition rate is.

93.15%.

The professor also told them some data at the time: 1978 was the year that postgraduate enrollment was resumed, and a total of 1.07 students were admitted across all disciplines nationwide.

The admission rate for medical graduate programs is only 2.7%, far lower than the average of 8.1% for humanities programs.

Back then, the ratio of applicants to admissions for traditional Chinese medicine universities nationwide that were able to offer postgraduate programs was 1:14.6.

However, recruiting eighty people is quite impressive.

Of the 80 people who passed the second round of interviews:

Seventeen of them have become national masters of traditional Chinese medicine, accounting for a high proportion of 21.25%.

In addition, 43 people were recognized as national-level renowned veteran traditional Chinese medicine practitioners.

Nine other people participated in the drafting of the Traditional Chinese Medicine Law.

All admitted individuals had an average of 54 years of medical practice experience.

Therefore, as Yue Lao previously said, the re-examination should be more relaxed, allowing those who passed the preliminary examination to pass, and not believing even a single punctuation mark in the dialect.

After the preliminary test, the second test will be even more intense.

However, this is also a good thing, as this year's students will be exceptionally hardcore.

He can be described as the elite among the young TCM elites in the world.

People who have been selected and selected again by the state.

While some of those eliminated may have underperformed, none of those who were accepted were weak.

Isn't this exactly the kind of person that traditional Chinese medicine needs?

……

Registration is open for a few days, and it's almost the weekend again.

Fangyan isn't planning on having a company gathering this weekend, mainly because there's not much to say.

Moreover, people have their own things to do. Some want to go out and relax, visit the capital's famous historical sites, some want to sleep in, and some, being from the capital, want to visit their families.

Fang Yan doesn't want to become one of those leaders in the company who have team-building activities all the time.

Although everyone actually really wanted to go to his house for a team building activity.

The food was really delicious!

But I don't think dialects are necessary.

You need to rest too, don't you?

Two more scientists from the China Academy of Engineering Physics will be coming tomorrow, and Fang Yan will continue seeing patients at Peking Union Medical College Hospital tomorrow morning.

The two deans told Fang Yan that this was different from the last time; they were now leaders of the China Academy of Engineering Physics.

Let dialects be valued.

Fang Yan thought of the leaders and cadres of the China Academy of Engineering Physics at this moment, and immediately thought of that big shot who had been exposed to nuclear radiation.

The first time was in 1979.

During a nuclear test, the nuclear bomb fell directly from the sky into the desert and failed to detonate.

As the person in charge, he ignored the objections of his staff and went alone in a jeep to search for nuclear fragments in the heart of the desert. He carried the bare bomb on his body with both hands and drove back. This close contact with the bare bomb caused him to suffer severe nuclear radiation.

The second time was in the early 80s.

At that time, his health had already begun to deteriorate, but he still insisted on working. During an inspection of a sealed container, due to the insufficient protective capacity of his protective suit, new radioactive material directly penetrated the protective layer, causing him to receive radiation doses dozens of times higher than normal.

Long-term exposure to excessive nuclear radiation caused his health to deteriorate, and he eventually died in the capital on July 29, 1986, due to extensive hemolytic bleeding caused by whole-body nuclear radiation.

According to the timeline, it was only 1978, and he had not yet been exposed to nuclear radiation.

Is there any way to prevent him from being exposed to nuclear radiation?

Dialect scratching his head...

Who should the other one be?
Fang Yan thought of several names. The China Academy of Engineering Physics was truly full of hidden talents at this moment, and the leaders inside were all elites among elites.

Their current stage, where a constellation of stars shines, is somewhat similar to the situation that the first graduate program at the Capital University of Traditional Chinese Medicine aimed to achieve: selecting only the best of the best, choosing only the top eighty.

Just as Fang Yan was thinking about these things, his wife Zhu Lin fell ill during dinner that evening.

She experienced shortness of breath, vomiting, irritability, and chest tightness, and her condition progressed to the point where she almost fainted.

She was inexplicably irritable and could only barely tolerate the indoor environment by opening the windows and doors. She felt slightly better after going outside for a walk. During dinner that evening, she told Fang Yan that she might have a problem and asked him to take a look.

Fang Yan was also taken aback by the sudden situation, as he had been taking his wife's pulse and giving her checkups every day before.

However, due to the postgraduate entrance exam, factory production, and Daikin's work, he had to stop for two days.

As a result, this stop caused problems.

Fang Yan hurriedly checked on his wife.

Zhu Lin presented with dry lips, a red tongue tip, a thin, slightly yellow tongue coating, and a wiry, slippery, and rapid pulse.

At this time, Zhu Lin was already more than four months pregnant. Fang Yan took meticulous care of her throughout, and she usually behaved normally. But now this has happened.

Upon hearing this news, the family members all became anxious.

"It might be a psychological issue. I was inexplicably irritable when I was pregnant before," Fu Zhaojun, the mother-in-law, calmly reminded Fang Yan.

After saying that, she added:
"It's just not as serious as hers."

The dialect was both funny and frustrating, so I had to analyze it myself.

Information flashed through my mind.

Nausea and vomiting are common reactions during pregnancy, but when combined with irritability, chest tightness, and a tendency to faint, it indicates a more serious condition.

Zhu Lin's emotions are fluctuating greatly right now, and she can't control them. She may have liver qi stagnation.

Her tongue appearance showed a red tip and a thin yellow coating, indicating internal heat, especially heart or liver fire.

A wiry, slippery, and rapid pulse indicates heat. A wiry pulse is usually associated with the liver, a slippery pulse indicates pregnancy, and a rapid pulse indicates heat.

Next, consider the possible certificate types.

During pregnancy, the body's blood pools to nourish the fetus, which can easily lead to insufficient Yin and blood, and excessive liver Yang.

Stagnant liver qi can transform into fire, which may disturb the mind and cause restlessness and anxiety.

At the same time, liver fire attacks the stomach, disrupting its function and causing vomiting.

This is also known as "the disease of child-related annoyance".

The main symptoms are irritability, palpitations, restlessness, and even insomnia during pregnancy.

In addition, there are some concurrent symptoms.

Yin deficiency may be accompanied by dizziness, tinnitus, hot flashes, night sweats, and constipation.

People with liver stagnation may experience symptoms such as distending pain in the hypochondrium, frequent sighing, and red, swollen, and painful eyes.

Patients with phlegm-heat may experience chest tightness, excessive phlegm, nausea, vomiting, and a yellow, greasy tongue coating.

This condition usually occurs during the second trimester (4-6 months), but in a few cases it can appear in the first trimester, as early as around three months.

In addition, yin deficiency and internal heat can also lead to dry mouth and tongue, red tongue with yellow coating.

However, other situations must be ruled out regarding dialects, such as morning sickness, internal injury, or eating things that shouldn't have been eaten.

So Fang Yan asked Zhu Lin:

"Honey, have you eaten any bayberries or hawthorns lately? Or have you bumped into anything or fallen down?"

"Does the vomit smell sour or rotten? Are you thirsty after vomiting?"

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

There will be an extra chapter later.

(End of this chapter)