Rebirth 1977 Great Era

Chapter 986 Grandpa, I Want to Learn Traditional Chinese Medicine Too! Li Zhengji's Sharing Session (Two Chapters Combined)
He spoke to the child in a dialect:

"If you insert the needle quickly enough and find the acupoints accurately, you won't feel much pain."

"Oh..." The child looked very surprised.

They probably didn't expect such a miraculous thing to happen.

Then, speaking in dialect, I asked, "What are acupoints?"
The dialect responded:
"Acupoints are one of the core concepts in traditional Chinese medicine theory. They are also called 'acupoints,' 'holes,' or 'acupoint channels.' They are special locations in the human body's meridian system where qi and blood are transported, circulated, and converged."

"It is both a reaction point to the disease and a stimulation point for traditional Chinese medicine treatments such as acupuncture, massage, and moxibustion."

"Acupoints are closely related to meridians. Traditional Chinese medicine believes that the human body has twelve regular meridians and eight extraordinary meridians, which form a network of channels for the circulation of qi and blood."

"Acupoints are 'nodes' on the meridians, which are connected to the internal organs, tissues and systems through the meridians, forming a mutual influence relationship from the body surface to the internal organs."

The child nodded, seemingly understanding but not quite.

Then asked:

How many acupoints does that person have?

Fang Yan picked up the second needle and said:
"There are about 460 acupoints, of which 362 are regular acupoints and more than 100 are commonly used extraordinary acupoints."

"In addition, there are Ashi points, also known as 'tender points' or 'indefinite points,' which have no fixed name or location. These are points located on the affected area or on the part that feels obviously painful when pressed."

As they were talking, the second needle was inserted, and the child felt a throbbing sensation in his acupoints again.

At this moment, Ji Xianlin, who was standing to the side, said:
"Don't tell him so much, he won't remember it anyway."

They probably felt the dialect sounded too professional.

At this moment, the child, with his neck stiffened, said:

"I remember!"

He was so excited that snot came out of his nose.

Ji Xianlin was overjoyed:
"Hahaha, good!"

As she spoke, she found something to wipe his snot.

After wiping it off, the child was a little embarrassed and was about to speak when Fang Yan patted his head and said:
"Don't move, this needle is for the glabella."

The child was obedient, and then Fang Yan took the needle and aimed it at his own forehead.

Before I could even react, I felt a throbbing sensation between my eyebrows.

The dialect describes twisting the needle, using a balanced tonifying and reducing technique.

The child felt a rush of air to his nose, and he didn't know if it was because he had just blown out some snot. But suddenly, he felt that the air blocked the airflow and he could breathe through his nose again.

"My nose is clear!" the child said in the dialect.

He was a little excited and glanced at his grandfather.

"Grandpa, my nose is clear!"

Zhu Guangqian hadn't expected that Fang Yan's three needles would work so quickly.

It worked instantly.

"Amazing!" exclaimed Ji Xianlin's wife, who was standing nearby.

This was the first time she had ever seen such a rapid method.

Furthermore, the way silver needles are used in dialects is different from that used by others.

His needles look...very expensive!
Fang Yan glanced at his watch and said:
"Leave the needle in for ten minutes, then remove it shortly."

The effects of the sea dragon needle were too potent; Fang Yan dared not leave it for too long.

At this point, the child asked about the dialect out of curiosity:

"What are the functions of these acupoints?"

Fang Yan pointed to his hand and said:
"Hegu (LI4) is the original point of the Large Intestine Meridian. It is located between the first and second metacarpal bones on the back of the hand, at the midpoint of the radial side of the second metacarpal bone. It functions in relation to the Large Intestine Meridian and the Lung Meridian. Here, it can dispel wind and release the exterior, and open up the orifices of the head and face. It can relieve nasal congestion and runny nose caused by wind-evil attacking the lungs."

"Kongzui acupoint, a lung meridian acupoint, is located on the radial side of the palmar surface of the forearm, 7 cun above the wrist crease. It acts as the Xi-cleft point of the lung meridian, which can promote lung qi, dispel wind and cold, and directly target the pathogenesis of "lung deficiency and weak defensive qi". It improves symptoms such as nasal congestion and sneezing by regulating lung qi.

Then, pointing to the needle stuck between his eyebrows, he said:
"The Yintang acupoint is an extra acupoint located at the midpoint of the line connecting the two eyebrows. It acts as a local point to directly clear the nasal passages and relieve acute symptoms such as nasal congestion and headaches. Clearing this point can quickly improve your mouth breathing."

"Wow, that's amazing!" The kid exclaimed with a look of pure admiration.

He suddenly realized that his grandfather's so-called artistic creations were nowhere near as artistic as the traditional Chinese medicine he was seeing.

Is there any art form more impressive than being able to understand every part of the human body so thoroughly?

Fang Yan ignored him for the moment, returned to her seat, and started calling on the others to continue eating.

People are really particular; when he's treating patients, the others really don't touch their chopsticks.

"Professor Zhu, are you really not going to eat anything?" Ji Xianlin invited Zhu Guangqian again.

Zhu Guangqian shook his head:

"No, no, I've already eaten."

At this moment, his little grandson had already run to Fang Yan's side, with a dangling sea dragon needle on his head, and asked Fang Yan with an admiring look:

"You're so amazing, when did you start studying medicine?"

Fang Yan, holding a bowl of millet porridge in one hand and a steamed bun in the other, said:

"About your age."

The boy looked delighted and asked:

"Then I can learn it too?"

He said in dialect:

"Traditional Chinese medicine is the traditional medical practice of the Chinese nation, so in principle, it is certainly permissible to learn it."

"However, learning this is not easy. Not only do you have to endure hardship, but you also need talent."

After speaking in his dialect, he took a bite of the steamed bun.

The child said:
"I can endure hardship, so what do you think of my talent?"

"..." Fang Yan was speechless.

He remembered that Zhu Guangqian's grandsons were all engaged in the art industry in their previous lives, with Zhu Yongping and Zhu Yongchun being the most outstanding.

I don't know the name of the person in front of me.

"What's your name?" Fang Yan asked the child.

"Zhu Yongxiao," the child replied.

Fang Yan nodded and glanced at Zhu Guangqian, who was smiling and didn't seem to be trying to stop him, probably because he hadn't intended to anyway.

Fang Yan then said to Zhu Yongxiao:
"Can you briefly repeat the three acupoints I just mentioned?"

Zhu Yongxiao shook the silver needle between his eyebrows, his nose still sticky with snot. He counted on his fingers:

"The first one is the Hegu acupoint, which is on the hand, like the place where you pinch a bun! Needling this point can relieve nasal congestion and prevent sneezing."

His eyes sparkled, and he poked the Kongzui acupoint on his forearm again:
"This is called Kongzui acupoint, located below the elbow, about seven inches away, like a ruler! It can help regulate lung qi."

Finally, he pointed to the Yintang acupoint and drew a circle between his eyebrows with his finger: "This one is the easiest to remember! It's right in the middle of your eyebrows. When you prick here, it feels like being bitten by a little ant, and then your nose will 'plop' open, like pulling out a cotton candy that was blocking it!"

Fang Yan put down his chopsticks and said:

"That's interesting! Although it's not a retelling, it shows that you've already come to understand it yourself."

As expected of the professor's grandson, his brain is indeed very sharp.

"Professor Zhu, it seems your family is about to produce a doctor!" Ji Xianlin said to Zhu Guangqian with a smile.

Upon hearing this, Zhu Guangqian smiled and said:

"Haha, if only he had that kind of perseverance."

"I'm afraid it'll just be a fleeting interest that won't last."

Zhu Yongxiao said:
"Grandpa, I can do it!"

Zhu Guangqian said:
"Don't make such a decision so easily. If you really want to learn, go and memorize the Yellow Emperor's Inner Classic later."

"What is the Yellow Emperor's Inner Classic? Do I have to memorize this to learn traditional Chinese medicine?" Zhu Yongxiao asked in surprise.

Zhu Guangqian pointed to the dialect:

"Ask your Uncle Fang."

Zhu Yongxiao turned his attention to dialects.

Fang Yan said to Zhu Yongxiao:
"The Yellow Emperor's Inner Classic is one of the foundations for learning traditional Chinese medicine. If you want to learn traditional Chinese medicine, you must memorize this book."

"To become a good TCM doctor, you need to memorize not only the Yellow Emperor's Inner Classic but also many other books. That's why I say that without the spirit of enduring hardship and talent, there is no way to learn it."

Zhu Yongxiao said:
"I can memorize the entire textbook, including the Yellow Emperor's Inner Classic."

Upon hearing this, Ji Xianlin, who was standing nearby, said:
"so smart?"

"Of course!" Zhu Yongxiao raised his head, his face full of pride.

Fang Yan smiled and said to him:
"Haha, okay, go ahead and try memorizing it. Maybe you really are a genius in this field."

Upon hearing this, Zhu Yongxiao readily agreed.

"Okay, it's a deal!"

After Fang Yan and the others finished their meal, it was time for Zhu Yongxiao to have his needles inserted.

Fang Yan removed the needle from him.

Zhu Yongxiao asked curiously:

"Now that the needle is removed, when will my nose get blocked again?"

He said in dialect:

"It depends on your own constitution. Right now, your health isn't very good, and you need medication to treat various health problems."

He turned to his grandfather, Zhu Guangqian, and said:
"Grandpa, let's hurry and get the medicine!"

Upon hearing this, Zhu Guangqian agreed.

Then he said to Fang Yan and the others:

"Then I'll be going now, I'll come visit again later!"

A nod in dialect:
"Okay, feel free to call me if you have any questions."

Then Ji Xianlin also said:

"Professor Zhu, let me see you out."

A group of people followed Zhu Guangqian out and escorted him and his grandson out of the courtyard.

After walking only a few steps, Zhu Yongxiao smelled pollen in the air and then started sneezing again.

He covered his nose with his clothes and ran home as fast as he could.

Professor Zhu Guangqian, who was following behind, shouted:
"Don't cover your head, be careful not to fall!"

Hearing his grandfather's words, Zhu Yongxiao ran even faster.

……

Fang Yan and his companions returned to Ji Xianlin's house. They had already finished eating, and Ji Xianlin then gave Fang Yan a tour of his home.

However, Fang Yan has limited time right now, as she has to go to school in the afternoon.

After viewing several of his collection of ancient paintings, I took my leave.

"Principal Ji, I don't have enough time today. I have to go to school this afternoon, so that's all for today. You and your family are welcome to visit my home next time."

“Okay!” Ji Xianlin nodded.

Then we had to see Fang Yan and the others off.

Fang Yan originally thought he would drop her off at the gate of the courtyard, but he followed her all the way through the campus and took her to the parking lot outside the school.

Also present were the older sister, younger brother, and sister-in-law who spoke in dialect.

In addition, there was Mr. Ye Shengtao.

Only Ji Xianlin's wife was at home brewing medicine.

Many people saw them on the street.

In particular, I saw Fang Chen.

He's a prominent figure; it's hard for him to go unnoticed.

The whole school had heard someone calling them from the broadcasting room before, and now seeing him walking with the vice principal, chatting and laughing, they knew that this couldn't be anything wrong at home; it must be something good.

So they all planned to ask him later.

After Fang Yan left, the group returned to the school. Then Ji Xianlin and Ye Shengtao left together, and the younger brother and older sister said goodbye to each other and went back to their dormitory.

When the younger brother was alone, a group of acquaintances quickly gathered around him and started asking him all sorts of questions.

"Fang Chen, what were you doing just now? Why were you with Principal Ji Xianlin?"

"Going to eat," the younger brother replied.

"Ah?" Everyone was surprised.

A short-haired girl asked:

"Besides meals?"

The younger brother honestly replied:
"That's all, it was just a meal."

One of the boys asked, "Who's treating? And where are we eating?"

The younger brother said:

"Principal Ji is hosting a dinner at his home."

A boy put his arm around his shoulder:

"What did you do? He wants to treat you to dinner?"

Fang Chen said:

"I didn't do anything. I was just collateral damage. I'm just benefiting from my brother's fame today."

Everyone was taken aback, and then someone asked:

"Your brother?"

"dialect!?"

"Mm." The younger brother nodded.

Some people still asked in disbelief:
"He treated the hospital director?"

"Mm." The younger brother nodded patiently.
Some people recalled the dialect spoken by the principal earlier, and only then did they belatedly realize:

"I knew that person looked familiar..."

Some people were surprised:

"Goodness, even the principal wants to see him for medical treatment?"

The younger brother said:

"Professor Zhu Guangqian also just came looking for it with his grandson..."

"..." The group looked at each other in bewilderment.

I originally thought my younger brother already had a lot of influence, but now it seems that Dr. Fang Yan's influence is just as significant.

The same scene unfolded at the eldest sister's and younger sister's place.

……

Fang Yan, of course, had no idea. He had driven back to the Huaxia Academy of Traditional Chinese Medicine and then visited his own secret formula research institute. It wasn't time for work yet, but Zeng Luquan was already there with the technicians in the workshop, inspecting the production line machines.

Upon seeing Fang Yan arrive, Zeng Luquan greeted her:

"Director Fang!"

The technicians in the workshop also greeted people in dialect.

Fang Yan asked them:

"what happened?"

Zeng Luquan pointed to a spot and said:
"We heard unusual noises from the conveyor belt and gearbox during production this morning. Production is now complete, and we are investigating the issue."

"Have you found out yet?" Fang Yan asked.

Zeng Luquan said:
"Not yet, but it'll be soon."

He asked in dialect:

"By the way, where is Director He?"

Zeng Luquan said:
"During lunch, Dean Zhao called me over and said there was some task for me."

"Really? What kind of mission?" Fang Yan raised an eyebrow.

Zeng Luquan said:
"I don't know, he hasn't come back yet."

The dialect says:

"Then I'll go find him."

Just then, the technician standing nearby said:

"He is back!"

Fang Yan turned around and saw He Puren walking back with a form in his hand.

He was also surprised to see Fang Yan in the workshop:
"Hey, you're here?"

Fang Yan nodded.

"I heard we have a new order."

Upon hearing this, He Puren laughed:

"Stop pretending."

"The Ministry of Health just placed an order, saying it's a supplementary order for the China Academy of Engineering Physics, as well as an order for several other new products."

Fang Yan was taken aback, not expecting the China Academy of Engineering Physics to move so quickly.

He explained:

"Oh, that's what I negotiated with their manager this morning. I didn't expect them to place the order so quickly."

Fang Yan checked the time:
"It's only been two hours."

Upon seeing the product names on the order, He Puren said:
"Okay, since you're here, give me the recipe."

Upon hearing this, Fang Yan pulled a sheet out of his pocket:
"I'm all ready here."

Upon seeing the form handed to him by Fang Yan, Zeng Luquan glanced at it and then praised it:
"It seems we pulled off another big move for the leaders of the China Academy of Engineering Physics today, completely stunning them!"

He said in dialect:

"It's not that mysterious. I just gave them some suggestions, and they felt that what I said made sense, so they accepted them."

He Puren and Zeng Luquan exchanged a glance, knowing that Fang Yan was just being modest.

However, leaders tend to like humility.

They've now figured out the customs and habits of the dialect.

Fang Yan gave them the prescription. Now it's Zeng Luquan's turn to calculate the ingredients and revise it to international standards. He Puren couldn't help with this, so he didn't interfere and just let Zeng Luquan do the work of revising the formula. Meanwhile, he was checking for abnormal noises here.

Fang Yan checked the time; it was almost time for class. He said to them:

"Then you guys go ahead with your work, I'll head to school now."

The two nodded:

"Alright! Take care, sir."

"Take care, Director Fang!"

After leaving the research institute, Fang Yan returned to school. After this afternoon, tomorrow will be the weekend.

Most people on campus seemed unusually relaxed and restless.

This feeling is exactly the same as before the working holiday. I have a deep understanding of this from my past life. But in this life, I feel that I have more freedom. It seems like I may have nothing to do at any time, but it also seems like I have something to do at any time. This kind of restlessness has disappeared.

Before they even reached the classroom, Fang Yan was stopped by Hossué:
"To celebrate this great victory, we've decided to have a celebration this weekend. Are you free tomorrow night?"

"What great victory?" The dialect was baffling.

Hossué said:
"Nguyen Van Hung and his accomplices have been fired!"

Fang Yan suddenly realized:

"Oh, you're talking about this..."

It seems that Hosseoué has been offended by Nguyen Van Hung quite a bit.

Fang Yan asked him:
Where do you plan to celebrate tomorrow?

Hossué said:
"Let's go to the Moscow Hotel. It's better there; everyone raves about the food!"

He asked in dialect:

"Hmm... who were the people who went?"

Hossué said:
“They’re all acquaintances: Karl, Anna, Yang, Milos. There’s no one else.”

After saying that, he added:

"If you want to invite other people, that's fine too."

He said in dialect:

"It's fine if you bring other people, but since it's just you guys... alright then, I'll come tomorrow night."

Fang Yan felt that this gathering was quite necessary.

Given how much they dislike Nguyen Van Hung, they might actually offer some assistance if a conflict breaks out next year.

Moreover, Fang Yan had already refused Hossué several times. This guy had invited Fang Yan to their embassy before, which of course was something he couldn't agree to.

However, I didn't feel any problem speaking the local dialect when I went to the Moscow restaurant this time.

Upon hearing Fang Yan's agreement, Hossué said happily:
"That's great! Dinner will be served promptly at six o'clock tomorrow, don't be late!"

Fang Yan nodded:

"Ok."

"Dingling, ringing, ringing..."

Just as the two finished speaking, the bell rang for class. Fang Yan said goodbye to Hosseini and returned to his classroom.

Today's sharing session will not include any discussion of dialects.

So only those who started their internship today can share their experiences.

Today's speaker is Li Zhengji. This morning, he was doing his apprenticeship with his master, Jiao Shude, and also encountered a strange illness.

The patient is a 66-year-old woman.

She didn't know when, but hundreds of hard nodules appeared under her skin, ranging in size from as small as broad beans to as large as walnuts, with the most being medium-sized, about the size of chestnuts, and they were all over her body.

It is most common in the neck, armpits, groin, ribs, and inner thigh and humerus.

It is also accompanied by low-grade fever, fatigue, headache, and insomnia.

After more than three months of treatment at other hospitals, including acupuncture and medication, there was no improvement. The doctors assumed it was an unknown type of cancer and refused to treat it.

So the family managed to get an appointment with Jiao Shude, a specialist, hoping to "try anything as a last resort."

The audience below the stage became engrossed in what they heard.

Li Zhengji's stage presence on the podium was clearly that of someone learning a dialect.

He began to vividly recount the events of that time.

Here's a summary of what I heard in the dialect.

They observed that the patient's face was swollen, his expression was blank, and his complexion was yellowish with a hint of black.

Although he spoke clearly, he sighed frequently, revealing obvious doubt and fear in his words.

Subsequently, Jiao Shude and Li Zhengji examined the patient and found that there were many clusters of nodules under the skin of the neck, arms, armpits and ribs, about dozens of them, which were hard but movable.

The patient himself said that there were also many on his thighs and groin, but it was inconvenient to look at them and he couldn't see them all.

However, most of the nodules that have been observed are the size of chestnuts, and there are a few that are the size of walnuts or eggs in the armpits and flanks.

The pulse feels deep and wiry, the tongue is red with particularly prominent edges, and the tongue coating is white and thick.

At this point, Li Zhengji stopped explaining and asked the students below to think for themselves what kind of disease it was and see if anyone could make a diagnosis.

Fang Yan found it strangely amusing to watch Li Zhengji mimic him.

However, his smile made the people around him think he knew, so they all looked at him.

I do know the dialect.

This disease, while not extremely rare, is still considered quite rare.

Moreover, this patient's condition is very extreme; most people wouldn't develop to this extent, so it's very representative.

I've encountered dialects before.

However, he didn't know if his master and senior brother had made the correct judgment, so he could only say that he had only thought of happy things and hadn't thought it through.

Actually, this disease is called: phlegm nodules.

It is caused by stagnation of liver qi and obstruction of the water passages, which leads to the accumulation of phlegm nodules that flow throughout the body.

Modern medicine might diagnose it as swollen lymph nodes, lipoma, cyst, or giant cell tumor of the tendon sheath.

However, in Traditional Chinese Medicine, it is uniformly called phlegm nodules and their causes are nothing more than three:
Phlegm and dampness stagnation, liver stagnation and phlegm accumulation, heat toxin stagnation.

At this point, some people had already started to stand up and answer:

"It's a case of liver stagnation and phlegm-fire syndrome! Use Danzhi Xiaoyao San with added Xia Ku Cao!"

Others said:
"I believe it is a case of damp-heat accumulation, and the Sanren Decoction with the addition of Huangbai should be used!"

Then someone else said:
"This is clearly a case of blood stasis and masses! We should use Xuefu Zhuyu Decoction!"

At this point, someone brought out the dialect that was rarely used by people sitting below:

"Brother Fang, what's your opinion on this illness?"

As soon as he said that, everyone looked at him.

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

There will be an extra chapter later.

(End of this chapter)