Chapter 1 First Aid on the Train in 1977
In 1977, on the train back to Beijing.
The horn in the train compartment rang a few times, as if to announce something, but the sound inside did not convey any real content. Once you heard it, you knew that the electrician was still repairing it.
Fang Yan looked at the bare mountains and fields outside the window again, feeling that the environment in this era was even worse than he imagined. It had been two hours, and he hadn't even seen a single big tree.
The cold knowledge that "greening is better in the industrial era than in the agricultural era" materialized at this moment.
In the reflection on the car window, a thin but handsome face appeared and disappeared. This is what he looks like now.
I was originally a doctor in a traditional Chinese medicine hospital. I fell asleep on the high-speed train returning to the city with my team for free clinic, and when I woke up, I was in the body I am in now.
After fusing his memories, he discovered that the owner of this body was also named Fang Yan. He was born in 1955 and was twenty-two years old this year. He had previously joined a team in the countryside, but now he returned to the city to recover from illness.
As for the family, my father is an associate professor at Beijing Institute of Technology (Industrial Institute was renamed Beijing Institute of Technology in 1988), and my mother is a gynecologist at Union Hospital. There are four siblings in the family, and he is the third, with two older sisters. , there is another brother below. In fact, there was a little sister who stayed in the city, but she died in an accident.
But overall, the family is pretty good. At least when I just returned home and didn't have a job, staying at home and growing old wouldn't put too much pressure on the family.
Although he is good at medicine, the original owner has not developed in this direction now.
Practicing medicine does not require skills. Even if you say you learned it secretly at home, then others must dare to let you treat it!
At this moment, on the crowded train, a conductor came over. After seeing him, everyone subconsciously started to take out their tickets. Everyone was used to checking tickets on the road.
But at this time the conductor said in a loud voice:
"Comrade passengers, we encountered some emergencies. We need doctors or nurses in the sleeper car in front. Are there any such professions on the car?"
"Me!" Fang Yan, who was distracted, subconsciously raised his hand when he heard someone needed a doctor.
In an instant, everyone's eyes turned towards him.
A young man in Mao suit who was following the conductor came over immediately and said to him:
"Comrade, you are a doctor! That's great!"
Fang Yan came back to his senses and scratched his head in embarrassment. He was indeed a doctor, but he was just before time travel.
He quickly added:
"My mother is a doctor at Beijing Union Medical College Hospital. I have learned some knowledge of traditional Chinese medicine from her, so I may be able to help."
"Traditional Chinese medicine?" The other party was stunned for a moment, then shook his head:
"I'm sorry, we are looking for a Western doctor who needs first aid skills."
When Fang Yan heard what the other party said, he simply said, "Why don't the doctor knock on the door? If you don't want him to be saved, then forget it."
"Oh, okay."
After saying that, he sat down again.
The conductor frowned at this time and said quickly:
"Secretary Yang, I'm afraid I can't wait that long for Secretary Yan's situation. Why don't you let this comrade take a look first?"
"Let me find a Western doctor for you."
The secretary who was looking for a Western doctor stopped and hesitated. The conductor continued:
"Since it is an emergency, there is no time to delay."
Everyone in the entire carriage looked at this side, and indeed no one else came forward. The young man hesitated for a moment, and finally nodded.
Speaking in dialect:
"Comrade, please follow me!"
Fang Yan originally wanted to ignore him, but his professionalism still prevailed.
Soon Fang Yan followed the young man to the sleeper car.
They came to the end and opened the door of a sleeping car. Fang Yan saw a middle-aged man in a Chinese tunic suit lying on the bed.
The young man who came with Fang Yan was a little panicked when he saw this, and quickly walked in. He helped him up from the bed and said to Fang Yan:
"He was still awake just now and said that his chest felt very uncomfortable. Unexpectedly, he passed out in a short time."
Fang Yan also walked in shortly after. He first smelled the smell of alcohol in the air, and then found that the face of the unconscious man was red, the collar of the tunic suit had been torn open by him, and the buttons fell to the ground.
His jaw was clenched, both hands were clenched into fists, and his whole body was stiff. Fang Yan touched the pulse gate on his neck with his hand to confirm that it was still beating. Then he opened his eyelids and found that his pupils responded slowly, indicating that he had completely lost consciousness.
He sniffed and glanced at the wine bottle placed beside the bed. Fang Yan asked, "Did he drink just now?"
The young man nodded:
"I haven't been able to sleep well in the car these past few days, so I just took a sip or two."
Fang Yan observed the man's face and noticed that there was a fold next to his earlobe, which indicated that he probably had cardiovascular problems, so he continued to ask the young man while taking his pulse:
"Usual physical examination, are there any heart problems?"
The young man thought about it and then said:
"No, the physical examination data over the years says that his heart is very healthy."
Fang Yan did not answer, but took his pulse carefully. When the pulse number came out, he said:
"Strong and astringent pulse means blood stasis in the heart."
The young man was a little stunned. Just when he was about to say something, Fang Yan said to the young man:
"Do me a favor and hold him up."
Seeing that the young man was still in a daze, his dialect became more serious and said:
"Hurry up, there will be no more people in a while."
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Only then did the young man come to his senses and hurriedly stepped forward to help the middle-aged man up. At this moment, the middle-aged man was stiff and a little fat. It took a lot of effort to hold him up.
Then Fang Yan forcefully opened one of the middle-aged man's arms.
After breaking it for a while but still not moving, Fang Yan got into a posture and tried to exert force.
"What are you doing?" The young man asked warily when he saw Fang Yan's actions.
"Help!" Fang Yan said as he grabbed one of the patient's arms and pulled it upwards. After finally breaking it open, he found a position under the patient's armpit with his other hand, then pinched it with his fingers and pinched it with his thumb. With a pinch, he began to pull under his armpits.
He pulled it continuously, several times in front, back and middle of the armpit.
With each pull, the patient shuddered and his stiff body softened a little.
After pulling off the left armpit, Fangyan switched to the right side and repeated the same technique as before.
After pulling it, the middle-aged man who had been stiff just now finally softened, and the redness on his face began to fade. The most important thing was that his breathing became louder, and the clenched fists and closed mouth relaxed.
"Let him lie down."
Fang Yan directed the young man to help the patient lie on the bed again.
As soon as he lay down, the patient groaned and then slowly opened his eyes.
When the young man saw this, his face showed joy!
"It's amazing, you are really amazing. Can pinching your armpits have this effect?"
Dialect explained:
"It is one of the twelve and a half chain massage techniques of Taoist medicine. It can be regarded as a first aid method of traditional Chinese medicine, no worse than Western medicine."
At this moment, two notification sounds suddenly came from Fang Yan’s ears:
【bite! It is detected that the host is using skills, and the magic experience system is activated! 】
【bite! The host's original proficiency skills were detected. The Taoist doctor is proficient in the theory of twelve and a half chain massage techniques, and has 10 years of experience in using the skills! 】
This is... a system?
Fang Yan was stunned for a moment, but he didn't expect that a person rescuing someone would actually activate the system.
Suddenly, in his mind, he felt that the Taoist doctor's twelve and a half series of massaging techniques were extremely familiar and proficient!
It's like I've really been using it for ten more years.
On the other side, the young man was a little embarrassed when he heard the sentence "no worse than Western medicine". When he was about to say something, Fang Yan had already squatted down and followed the procedure to confirm whether the patient was conscious. He asked:
"Comrade, do you remember your name and where you are now?"
The middle-aged man was a little confused, but he still answered:
"I...I am Yan Wenbin, on the train to Beijing."
Fang Yan looked at the young man aside, who nodded, indicating that the name and destination were correct.
At this time, the middle-aged man looked at Fang Yan and asked:
"Little comrade, did you save me?"
PS: The young author asks for collection, reading, data, and message...
(End of chapter)