Chapter 268 Does Dialect Have Hyperamnesia? What does it mean to basically forget it? (3K)
Fang Yan looked a little haggard when he saw Mr. Cheng and said:
"You just came back and you didn't even take a break."
Mr. Cheng responded with a smile:
"Before, you told me to hurry up and hurry up. I knew I had to do this quickly, otherwise you would be in a hurry."
"No, Professor Tamagawa and I both gave up on ear area therapy. After thinking of a suitable clinical area, we immediately started taking action and came back as soon as the treatment was completed without any delay."
"You were in a hurry, so as soon as I come back today, I will come over and tell you first."
Fang Yan couldn't help but feel a little moved when he heard Lao Cheng's words, one was the director of the Huaxia Academy of Traditional Chinese Medicine, and the other was the future vice president of the Capital University of Traditional Chinese Medicine.
Just because of one word of urging, they dropped the project in hand.
This would have been unthinkable in my previous life.
Fang Yan said to Mr. Cheng:
"Interesting!"
"I'll invite you to my house for dinner at noon, and I'll give you a refreshment by the way."
Mr. Cheng smiled and nodded and said:
"Well, I haven't been to your house yet, but I happened to catch up today."
Dialect said to him:
"Then you sit down and have a sip of tea first. When twelve o'clock comes, we will go there together."
"Okay." Mr. Cheng responded.
……
Then Fang Yan personally made a cup of tea for Mr. Cheng and asked him to sit at the clinic table and watch him treat the patient.
Most of the methods used by Fang Yan are acupuncture. After observation, Mr. Cheng found that in some patients, Fang Yan has already used the acupuncture he studied to cure all diseases.
I was secretly surprised at the progress of dialect learning.
How long has it been?
Later, during his observation, he discovered that many of the techniques in his notes had been used by Dialect, and his eyes widened.
Not only was the dialect used surprising him, he was even more surprised that the dialect was used so skillfully, as if he had practiced using it many times.
That kind of relaxed and freehand feeling is something most people can never fake.
Is this guy a monster?
Seeing this, Mr. Cheng was shocked by Fang Yan's unintentional tricks.
It's not like he's never seen a genius before, but he's really never seen a person like Fang Yan.
How can anyone learn something so quickly?
Could it be the legendary photographic memory? Is it what foreigners call hyperamnesia?
Mr. Cheng didn't say much, pretended not to know, and silently wrote it down.
I plan to take the dialect with me if there is any foreign event next time. Maybe the dialect can be used as a personal camera to see all the new research results.
……
After sending away the last patient at the scene, Fang Yan saw that it was almost lunch time after get off work.
He quickly packed his things and prepared to take Mr. Cheng home for dinner.
Only then did I remember that there seemed to be no one else around Mr. Cheng. When I asked, I found out that he had come by bus after getting off the bus.
Fang Yan immediately said that he would take him back to the institute after dinner.
Mr. Cheng smiled and agreed.
Just when he was about to leave, Fang Yan remembered the stagnant ear area therapy, so he took the opportunity to say to Mr. Cheng:
"By the way, Mr. Cheng, I have found the corresponding locations of the ear points in the appendix, duodenum, trachea, and triple burner for ear area therapy. How do you think I can tell you the detailed locations?"
Mr. Cheng was startled, and then a touch of joy appeared on his face. He didn't expect that there would be such unexpected joy when he came here today.
He quickly said:
"Okay, okay, your chief consultant's research progress is really beyond the reach of ordinary people."
As he spoke, he took out a notebook from his bag, opened it, unfolded a precise ear point diagram and said:
"Come on, I have a standard diagram here. Please help me mark it on this diagram."
Fang Yan picked up the pen and marked it as he spoke.
The ear points that Fang Yan gave them before were not complete versions. The main reason was that those ear points were related to Yan Hua's medical case for blast deafness. Now these ear points are from his recent medical records. Even if someone checks , he can also point out relevant ancient books and corresponding medical records.
After the accurate labeling was completed, the dialect also wrote the source of the ancient books related to the auricular points, so that it was completely reasonable and well-founded. When it was taken out for verification, there was a medical book as a certificate.
Mr. Cheng nodded repeatedly when he saw it. He liked the meticulousness of dialect.
After he finished writing the dialect, he held it in his hand and read it. After confirming these auricular points, more treatments can be developed, especially the triple burner, which is the most useful.
Mr. Cheng said to the dialect:
"In the future, we will be informed of new developments in a timely manner so that we can synchronize everyone's research progress and develop new treatments for the domestic ear area."
Dialect said:
"Okay, no problem. As long as I have new ones here, I will write them down and compile them once a week."
Mr. Cheng thought for a while and said:
"You don't need to run away. I'll just have someone pick it up from you every week."
"Just let Ronaldinho come over, the same Luo Huichun you saw last time."
"Okay." Fang Yan nodded and agreed.
……
Soon it was time to get off work, and Fang Yan took Mr. Cheng back home.
Today, the family was not notified in advance that there would be more than one person eating, so Zhu Lin did not buy more food and rice. However, this did not bother Fang Yan, who asked the family to wait for a moment. He immediately went to the kitchen, and in just a while, A copper pot with burned charcoal is served.
There is also frozen meat in the refrigerator, and after the dialect is cut and prepared, it can be cooked and eaten directly on the table.
The copper pot was bought by my father-in-law from outside.
Frozen mutton was bought from Fangyan.
After serving the table, Fang Yan said to Cheng Laodi as he dipped the sauce:
"Mr. Cheng can only make do with some hot-boiled meat this time. Next time I will cook your authentic hometown dishes."
Mr. Cheng asked curiously:
"Can you still cook my hometown cuisine? Did you learn it from your wife?"
Zhu Lin took over the conversation and said:
"He doesn't need to learn from me. He is the best cook in our family."
Mr. Cheng asked curiously: "Really? He is also the best cook in the family?"
Zhu Lin said:
"No, the family members say that if he stops being a doctor, he will definitely be popular as a chef."
Fang Yan said to Mr. Cheng:
"This mutton-shabu-shabu doesn't reflect my level. I don't have time at noon today. How about you stay here tonight?"
Mr. Cheng shook his head and said:
"Forget it, forget it, I still have something to do at home. I haven't even seen my wife yet. I'll come see you when I get back. If I stay here in the afternoon, my wife at home will be jealous."
This made the whole table laugh.
Then Mr. Cheng talked about some things about his trip to Nantong, and then the family knew that Mr. Cheng went to Nantong this time to do clinical promotion of a prescription produced by dialect.
He Huiru, Fu Zhaojun, and Zhu Lin, the three people in the medical system, all knew what kind of figure this Mr. Cheng was.
As a result, Mr. Cheng said that he went to Nantong to run errands for Fang Yan. At first, the three of them felt that the old man was joking just like before.
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It was only later that they realized that Mr. Cheng was serious.
There is also a professor from the Capital University of Traditional Chinese Medicine and Zhu Liangchun, a famous doctor from the south.
Apart from the Ministry of Health, they couldn't think of anyone else who could mobilize three people to work for them. As a result, Mr. Cheng said that these people all worked for Fangyan.
Now the three people on the table were a little messy.
It felt like a huge joke.
Fang Yan also saw their doubts.
But none of the three are from the traditional Chinese medicine system, so it would be difficult to explain this matter.
Therefore, the dialect can only surprise them all first, and then slowly explain it during dinner in the evening.
The most calm person on the scene was the fourth child. He was about to finish writing his novel this afternoon. At this moment, his whole body was relaxed and relaxed, like a primary school student who was about to go on vacation. He didn’t pay attention to everyone’s topics at all. He was focused on Eat mutton boiled.
After dinner, Fang Yan sent Mr. Cheng out.
By the way, I also gave away the gift package invitations that I had not sent out before.
It’s just that Professor Wang Yuchuan is not in the institute.
Mr. Cheng said that it must be the Ministry of Health at No. 1, Xizhimenwai South Road, and asked Fang Yan to put the things here, and then he would just hand them over to Professor Wang Yuchuan.
Dialect said:
"I have nothing to do this afternoon, so I'll just wait here for Professor Tamagawa."
"It would be better to deliver the things to him personally."
Mr. Cheng took over the conversation and said:
"We people don't have that much to say, so just leave it here and go about your business."
"I really have nothing to do." Fang Yan shook his head and refused to leave.
He was waiting here for Wang Yuchuan to come back. In addition to personally giving him the invitation, he also wanted to see the documents approved by the Ministry of Health.
Only when he got that thing could he feel at ease.
When Mr. Cheng saw Fang Yan like this, he seemed to suddenly understand and said to him:
"I think you are waiting for news from Fang Zi?"
Fang Yan didn’t refute.
Upon seeing this, Mr. Cheng continued:
"Don't worry, all the information is complete, and you don't even look at who submitted it?"
He clasped his fingers and said:
"Lao Zhu is the first person to use this medicine clinically in the south, Professor Tamagawa is the person who can theoretically compile Chinese medicine textbooks, and you, a young dark horse who emerged this year, plus me, what other reasons do you think can stop it? Us?”
"..." Fang Yan didn't move. He wouldn't rest assured if this matter was not implemented.
Seeing him like this, Mr. Cheng had no choice but to say:
"Okay, I won't advise you anymore. If you're willing to wait, just wait here. I'll go home and change clothes before I come back. The tea is here and there are cups. You can get the boiling water from the faucet in the corridor."
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Dialect nodded:
"I'm not thirsty, just go back by yourself."
There are two doors on the left and right of Mr. Cheng's office. One door leads to the laboratory, and the other door leads to the reference room. If an ordinary person, Mr. Cheng would definitely not let him stay here alone, but the dialect is different. He immediately left with peace of mind.
Fang Yan was just waiting in the office.
About half an hour later, he heard a knock at the door.
"Director Cheng? Are you back?"
It was the voice of Professor Wang Yuchuan.
Fang Yan immediately stood up and opened the door.
"Hey, Consultant Fang, why are you here?" Wang Yuchuan asked curiously when he saw Fang Yan opening the door.
Fang Yan felt a little uncomfortable when he heard him call him Consultant Fang and said:
"How about you call me by my name."
Wang Yuchuan said:
"Hey, I'm used to calling my position during working hours."
After that, he looked around the office and asked:
"By the way, why are you here? Where is Director Cheng?"
Dialect responded to:
"He went home to change clothes. He will probably be back soon."
When Wang Yuchuan heard this, he nodded immediately:
"Oh, then I'll go to the laboratory next door first."
Fang Yan was waiting for him. How could he let him go? He immediately asked:
"Professor Tamagawa, have you passed the prescription for the extraordinary heart-saving soup?"
Wang Yuchuan nodded:
"Well, basically forget it."
Fang Yan frowned:
"What do you mean... basically forget it?"
(End of chapter)