Chapter 2 Taoist Medicine’s Twelve and a Half Chain Lock Massage Techniques
"Yes." Fang Yan nodded.
Being able to live in a soft-sleeper carriage these days with a follower is obviously not an ordinary person.
Yan Wenbin said to the dialect:
"Little comrade, I really want to thank you. Just now I thought I wouldn't survive."
Fang Yan shook his head and said:
"Don't be too busy thanking me now. You just woke up now and your physical problems haven't been solved yet."
As soon as these words came out, Yan Wenbin and his secretary Yang Shusheng were startled, and then immediately became nervous.
Dialect asked:
"Is your chest still a little tight now? Are your limbs still a little numb?"
Yan Wenbin felt it:
"Well...if you put it that way, there are still some."
Dialect said to the poplar tree:
"Ask the conductor if you can get off at the next stop and find a hospital. Comrade Yan must seek medical treatment as soon as possible."
"I will help him massage a few acupoints to relieve his symptoms."
Yang Shusheng looked at Yan Wenbin, who nodded to him, and then he said:
"Okay, I'll tell you right away."
After Yang Shusheng left, only Fang Yan and Yan Wenbin were left in the room.
At this moment, Fang Yan started massaging the Hegu point on Yan Wenbin's hand, walked to Neiguan, and then started massaging Zusanli under the knee with his hands.
After repeated massages on both sides, Yan Wenbin felt that his condition had improved a lot.
He said gratefully to the dialect:
"Thank you, little comrade! I feel much better."
Fang Yan nodded and continued to massage him. He had no choice at the moment. If he had a silver needle, he wouldn't have to go to such trouble.
Taoist doctors have added ten years of technology, making Fang Yan feel that every massage has a strong familiar touch guiding him, and he can subconsciously find acupuncture points.
This feels a bit magical!
"By the way, what's your name, and which hospital unit are you from?"
“It’s a good idea to write a thank you letter to your company afterwards.”
Yan Wenbin asked Fang Yan.
Dialect raised its head:
"My name is Fang Yan. I am an educated youth who has returned to the city. I have no work unit now."
Yan Wenbin was a little surprised. He didn't expect that Fang Yan was an educated youth who had returned to the city. Looking at his professional and skillful skills, he thought he was a doctor from some hospital.
He couldn't help but ask:
"Then what's up with your medical skills?"
Fang Yan responded with a smile:
"My mother is a doctor at Union Medical College Hospital, so I learned some from her when I was a child. Plus, I read medical books when I had nothing to do, so I know a lot about it."
"If there were no other doctors in our carriage just now, it wouldn't be my turn to save people."
"I see..." Yan Wenbin nodded thoughtfully.
After a while, the door of the soft sleeper compartment was opened, and Yang Shusheng came back from the outside, with the conductor and a middle-aged man behind him.
"Secretary Yan, this is the doctor we found. He is Professor Wang Ze from Peking University Medical School." The conductor pointed to the middle-aged man next to him and said to Yan Wenbin in the room.
Fang Yan looked at Wang Ze. There were really big shots on the bus back to Beijing this time. Peking University Medical School was also known as the Peking University Medical School in later generations. Its predecessor can be traced back to the Medical Industrial Museum of the Imperial University in 1903. Anyone who can be a professor there is There are two brushes, they are basically There are also many big names in academic and clinical disciplines who know the dialect in later generations. Since 1959, BJ Medical College has become one of the six key universities in the country. In the early 1960s, a large number of key teachers traveled westward to Luoyang, Lanzhou, Inner Mongolia, Jiuquan, etc. to support local construction.
Wang Ze walked to Yan Wenbin and asked:
"What makes you uncomfortable? Tell me." Yan Wenbin looked at Fang Yan and said:
"Comrade Fang Yan, it's better for you to tell me. You have a clearer understanding of my situation."
After hearing this, Fang Yan recounted to Wang Ze exactly what he had done in first aid, and also described the symptoms he saw at that time.
Upon hearing this, Wang Ze hurriedly stepped forward to observe Yan Wenbin, and sure enough, he found a one-line fold on his earlobe. He then put his hand on Yan Wenbin's hand and felt the pulse, which confirmed that Fang Yan's judgment was correct.
He looked at Fang Yan curiously and asked:
"You are using the Taoist twelve-and-a-half chain massage technique?"
Dialect nodded:
"Well, the soul-returning lock is just right for first aid for heart and blood congestion."
Wang Ze became interested and asked:
"Where did you learn Taoist medicine?"
"..." The dialect didn't speak. Aren't you going to learn it casually in this future life? Who hasn’t learned Chinese medicine before? Even many people who have not studied medicine can find these in various first aid manuals.
Suddenly, he was startled and realized that he seemed to have thought wrong.
This Taoist twelve-and-a-half chain massage technique was only announced in the 1990s. Before that, it had been a secret technique mastered by a small number of people.
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The time now is 1977, which means that for at least more than ten years, only a few people will know this massage technique.
"I also learned it from others by chance." Fang Yan said to Wang Ze.
"That's it." Wang Ze nodded and didn't ask any more questions. He turned to Yan Wenbin and said:
"Comrade, you are also lucky. You happened to meet a master. If he hadn't arrived in time, you might have been in danger today."
"I don't have any medicine with me. In your case, I suggest you get off at the next stop and find a hospital to stabilize your condition first."
Yan Wenbin nodded:
"Well, Comrade Fang said the same thing."
At this time, Yan Wenbin’s secretary, Yang Shusheng said:
"I have already communicated. We will get off at the next stop."
Next, Yan Wenbin packed his luggage and got off the car with his secretary. Before getting off the car, he left a dialect address in Beijing, saying that he would definitely visit him after he recovered from his illness.
Finally, the conductor was asked to give the vacated sleeper berths to Fang Yan and Professor Wang Ze so that they could have an easier time on the road ahead.
It stands to reason that a professor of Wang Ze's level would be able to get a lot of soft sleeper tickets, but I don't know why he didn't get them. Instead, he used hard seats like Fang Yan.
After some questioning, I found out that he did have a soft sleeper ticket before, and it was fully reimbursed by the company.
However, he found someone to exchange his ticket and sold the soft sleeper ticket to someone else. He used the difference to subsidize his family, so he got into the hard seat at the back.
"It's thanks to you that I didn't do anything, so I ended up living in a soft sleeper." Wang Ze said while taking out the dry food he carried in his bag to share with Fang Yan, without any airs of being a professor.
After a small chat just now, he also understood the basic situation of dialects.
Knowing that his father is also an associate professor at the Industrial College, and his mother is also a doctor at Union Hospital, both of them can be regarded as his colleagues.
In addition, Dialect was also a Taoist master of twelve and a half chain massage techniques, which made him even more interested in Dialect.
Later in the conversation, I felt sorry for the dialect.
He found that Dialect's knowledge base in medicine, especially Chinese medicine, was quite rich, and he was obviously a talented person.
In fact, Wang Ze's situation of speaking in dialect should be managed at home. Workers, farmers, and soldiers recommended that he go to university, so that he could learn it later and work would be easier.
Hearing the dialect here, he thought of the resumption of the college entrance examination in his previous life, which seemed to be this year.
(End of chapter)