Chapter 203 Don’t study foreign countries, study dialects first (subscribe for more updates)
The leader of Xiehe stood at the window on the second floor, looked at Fang Yan who was riding a bicycle at the entrance of the cafeteria, and then said:
"It's obvious that he likes it very much."
Among them, He Huiru’s superior leadership expert director said:
"I'm just saying, this is the right gift. Even though my old man is old, he knows their young people best."
"Who said before that young people might not like them if they are calm?"
Seeing his proud look, several people around him couldn't help laughing.
The old men discussed this gift for several days, and finally came up with such a gift.
When we gave out the gifts today, everyone was still a little nervous, thinking that if someone didn't like the dialect very much, the gift would be considered the wrong one.
As a result, looking at it now, at least Fang Yan was smiling happily while riding in the car.
In particular, the person who proposed to send a motorcycle is not to mention too proud now. He feels that he is old-hearted and knows very well what young people like.
……
When leaving Xiehe, Fang Yan told his mother that he and Zhu Lin would ride home alone in the afternoon.
After hearing this, my mother raised her hands in agreement. Although it was not good to squeeze into the bus, she also didn't want to ride on a motorcycle to cool off.
Dialect took more than an hour in the afternoon.
Get your driver's license and certificate.
Now successfully promoted from a bicycle driver to a motorcycle driver.
Finally, he rode his beloved motorcycle back to the courtyard.
Start cooperating with the city gas supply unit to install gas pipelines at home.
They say they are cooperating, but in fact they mainly mean staying at home and watching.
When the owner is not at home, it is difficult for other staff to enter the house to operate.
They were digging holes and burying pipes, while Fang Yan was reading in the yard and playing with the dog.
Half past four in the afternoon.
【bite! Magical skill experience system...】
As a system sound sounded, Fang Yan closed his notes.
After taking so long, he finally finished the two medical notes given by Mr. Zhu.
Fang Yan's scalp was numb when he read some of the folk prescriptions in the back, because they were not Mr. Zhu's own prescriptions, so the efficacy of those medicinal materials that were not in the pharmacopoeia had to be studied by Fang Yan himself.
Because only after understanding can he bless.
So these last few prescriptions stuck in dialect for a long time.
But in the end, Fang Yan still chewed up these two notebooks, which Fang Yan jokingly called the "Five Poison Secret Techniques".
After checking that there was still half an hour until get off work, Fang Yan took the notes to the study and put them away. These will be given to Meng Jimin tomorrow.
Then he took out the "Essence of Acupuncture" given by Mr. Cheng before.
This book is currently only circulated within their research institute and Capital University of Traditional Chinese Medicine.
Fang Yan got it for nothing last time.
It is the most comprehensive summary of Cheng Lao’s acupuncture experience at this stage.
Fang Yan opened the book and found that there were many opinions and systematic theories in it, such as the concept of acupuncture and moxibustion, the theory of the origin of the six yin meridians, and the theory of the intersection and unification of the eight meridians.
Cheng Laoqiang is here. His corresponding acupuncture methods are supported by a systematic theory and there are many clinical trial records.
I really like this book in dialect, because I can understand it as soon as I read it, and the system works as soon as I understand it.
In half an hour, it rang twice. I was not used to the dialect. Reading Mr. Zhu's notes a few days ago was not so efficient.
Fang Yan planned that when Lao Cheng came back, he would give him a hand again. This kind of professional acupuncture master was the most enjoyable to work with.
It's a pity that it's been several days and I still haven't heard any news about his return.
I don’t know if I lost track of time in Shanghai.
When the time came, it was time for the natural gas filling staff to get off work. Fang Yan sent people out, then poured the leftovers from lunch to the two dogs and filled up the water in the dog basin.
After they ate, they rode out on their motorcycles.
When I arrived at the gate of Concorde, I found that the Queen was already waiting here.
There were several female intern doctors who were familiar with her around, chatting with her here. When they saw Fang Yan arriving in a car, a group of people started shouting "Wow", which made Zhu Lin feel embarrassed.
The Queen's appearance is definitely the most outstanding among this group of people.
One stop here is the most eye-catching place. After Fang Yan stopped the car, Zhu Lin sat directly behind Fang Yan, and she used the seat of the car to put her bag.
Then Fang Yan started the motorcycle, and with the driving skills supported by the system, he made a beautiful turn, and then drove out smoothly.
Zhu Lin and his colleagues waved and disappeared at the end of the street amidst the envious eyes of a group of people.
Then several people started to discuss it:
"Linlin has a good eye for finding a husband. Their doctor Fang is so good. He is in the newspaper, lives in a courtyard, and now drives a motorcycle. It would be great if my future husband has someone half as good as him. ”
"That's because Linlin is good-looking and deserves it."
"Damn girl, you said I'm ugly, right?"
"No, I definitely don't mean that. I just feel that a talented man and a beautiful woman are a perfect match, and it's what they should have."
At this time a girl said:
"By the way, I saw Dr. Fang's younger brother in the cafeteria a few days ago. He looks pretty good, and he looks gentle..."
"How old are you?" Someone immediately asked curiously.
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The former responded:
"Must be in his early twenties."
"What are you doing?" asked another girl.
The former said:
"I don't know, I guess I just came back."
Then she continued:
"If anyone has any ideas, they can go to Linlin and ask. Dr. Fang's brother shouldn't be far behind, right?"
Everyone said:
“I still don’t know if they have an owner...”
"But maybe twenty..."
"What if he doesn't want to see a doctor?"
"Oh, there are so many worries. Let's go and ask."
"If someone is as good as Dr. Fang, then you will have found a treasure."
"..." At this point, everyone was a little moved.
At this moment, someone saw He Huiru walking out of the building alone, and someone immediately reminded in a low voice:
"Hey... Doctor He came out and asked her the same thing..."
"Who is going?" someone asked.
At this moment, a girl strode over and greeted with a smile:
"Doctor He! Are you off work alone today?"
"Oh, let's start!" Everyone was shocked.
Then another girl walked over and greeted her warmly:
"Aunt He, let's wait for the bus together!"
……
On the other side, at the Meridian Clinical Research Laboratory of the Huaxia Academy of Traditional Chinese Medicine and the Institute of Acupuncture and Moxibustion, Mr. Cheng Xinnong, who was obsessed with gathering wool in dialect, finally returned from Shanghai.
From the numerous documents he had accumulated in the past few days, he obtained the medical record of "Blast Deafness Treatment" in Dialect and watched it until after get off work hours.
The plans and ideas for ear area treatment were something he had never come across before.
While reading, he took notes and then looked through ancient books and information.
He had been reading "Difficult Classics" since he was ten years old, and now he actually found the feeling he had when he was a teenager studying ancient books.
As an expert who has studied acupuncture all his life, Cheng Lao could tell at a glance that Dialect's mastery of ear area therapy was much more in-depth than what he had discussed at the banquet after the Ministry of Health conference.
Cheng Xinnong could tell from the short medical records that there should be a self-contained theory supporting the study of dialects.
Although he didn't know how the dialect was created, Mr. Cheng believed that it should be the only one in the country, at least he had never seen it before.
Closing the notebook and looking at the word "dialect" written in flying colors on the portfolio, Mr. Cheng smiled and said:
"What a good boy, you hide so deeply!"
After that, he thought for a while and then ordered to the students beside him:
"Call Professor Tamagawa and ask him to come to the institute tomorrow morning. Ask him not to check foreign medical journals yet. I have something about domestic ear area therapy that I want to share with him."
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