Traveling back to 1977

Is there a reward for Chapter 737?

Despite Master Zhang sending a telegram and making a phone call in person, Chen Fan stayed for two or three more days.

It wasn't until March 26th, after spending ten days in the hospital, that I was notified that I could be discharged.

After taking a shower and changing into new clothes, Chen Fan shook his half-dry hair and walked out of the ward looking refreshed, followed closely by the two sisters carrying their luggage.

As soon as I stepped out of the ward, a group of doctors approached me.

The leader was an elderly doctor in his sixties. You could tell from the parts of his white coat that he was wearing a military uniform underneath.

This is a military hospital; the doctors and nurses are all soldiers, so it's normal for them to wear military uniforms.

Seeing the senior doctor approach, Chen Fan spoke up, "I really don't have anything to examine. When you have time, you might as well study Taoist Qigong..."

Before he could finish speaking, the old doctor patted him on the shoulder and laughed, "I won't practice Qigong anymore. I've discussed your case with Dr. Deng these past few days, and it's indeed an isolated case with no value for promotion. Unless everyone practices like you, it's not much different, but others can't replicate your skills."

"But you're right, studying qigong is more practical than studying you. The reason we've kept you here these past few days is partly because we're worried about a relapse, and partly because it's at the request of the military region leader; that has nothing to do with our hospital."

He was still somewhat emotional when he said this.

At first I didn’t know, but later without asking around, someone told me about the young writer’s deeds. Maybe he was the kind of fierce general in ancient legends who could take the head of a man in the midst of ten thousand troops. He’s an extraordinary person, so how can I do anything about it?
He paused for a moment, then said, "You're being discharged today, but there's a patient in the next room you need to visit, so I won't see you off. Have a safe trip."

After saying that, he walked past Chen Fan and went forward.

The doctors and nurses following behind all smiled as they passed by, leaving behind a whiff of disinfectant.

Chen Fan blinked as he watched their retreating figures. What happened to their enthusiasm for him a few days ago? So, once they're no longer useful, they've lost their love?

Watching them enter the next ward, Chen Fan turned to the two sisters, grinned, and shook his head. "Let's go."

As you walk out of the inpatient department, there are two jeeps parked in the yard directly opposite the main entrance.

Zhang Wenliang was waiting there with a leader who was in his sixties.

These days, military uniforms don't have shoulder insignia or ranks, so you can't tell the rank from the uniform. But judging from Zhang Wenliang standing obediently to the side and his age, you can tell that he can't be too low-ranking.

Upon seeing him, Chen Fan quickly took a few steps forward and said with a smile, "What brings you here?"

In the past few days, many people have come to visit the ward. Some are from the military, and some are from the local area. I've seen quite a few elderly people, but the younger ones are not yet eligible to come.

This leader was one of them; judging from the momentum at the time, he should have belonged to the older generation.

Because Zhang Wenliang accompanied him, when asked, Zhang wouldn't say anything, only that he was a military region leader who knew Master Xiao.

To find out the leader's exact identity, Old Chen would have to go in and team up with him.

Chen Fan immediately understood. Since they knew Master Xiao, they probably knew Master Lin and the others as well, so they could be considered one of their own. Therefore, he felt a sense of kinship with them.

As for the suggestion to join the army, just pretend you didn't hear it.

The leader looked at him and said bluntly, "Can others learn your methods?"

Chen Fan replied without hesitation, "Sure, but there's a hurdle."

The leader's eyes lit up. "What are the requirements?"

Chen Fan chuckled, "Didn't my Master Lin and the others leave behind a few sets of kung fu in the army? If you learn those sets, you can practice my kind of Taoist kung fu. But I must make it clear beforehand that Taoist kung fu trains the body but not the strength. It's more good at nourishing the body. In terms of lethality, it's really not as good as what Master Lin and the others left behind."

He wasn't lying. He used the human body science that would become popular in the next year or two to explain that the kung fu sets that Master Lin and the others had compiled were aimed at improving striking power, while Taoist kung fu focused on body maintenance. The approaches were different, so the effects were naturally different.

In reality, neither Qigong nor traditional Chinese martial arts are as magical as depicted in folk tales. No matter how powerful they are, they must still follow objective rules. Through training, one can shatter a stone with a single punch and scale walls, but one cannot break steel of the same volume or fly.

Even Chen Fan's recent deep hibernation was merely a form of self-protection for the human body; such examples are not uncommon in reality.

It's just that after cultivating Taoist arts, one can control it to a certain extent. In Taoist scriptures, it becomes the legendary sleeping skill. Practicing this skill does have benefits for the body, but that's about it. In the end, one can't become an immortal.

After hearing his words, the leader's face turned as black as charcoal. "The stuff that Lin Heizi and his gang have been doing for over twenty years, and they haven't even mastered it in as long as they've been around for that long. That's only because they have a foundation..."

Hearing this, Chen Fan couldn't help but mutter to himself, "Master Lin is a bit dark-skinned, but he's not as dark-skinned as you."
The leader had no idea that someone was secretly criticizing him. He had only said one sentence when he waved his hand and said, "Never mind, let's not talk about this."

Then, pointing to Zhang Wenliang beside him, he said, "I heard from Xiao Zhang that you were the one who inspired their jungle warfare tactics and taught them quite a few techniques?"

Chen Fan chuckled and said, "It's not exactly inspiration. It was just something we did for fun back then. In order to beat him, we incorporated some techniques we learned from an old hunter, discussed them together, and came up with this immature thing."

The leader neither confirmed nor denied it, saying, "Sometimes it's just a matter of breaking through a thin layer of paper; the person who breaks through first deserves credit."

He paused for a moment, then asked, "Do you have any other ideas?"

Chen Fan's lips twitched slightly. In broad daylight, at the entrance of a hospital where people come and go, you're asking me this?
He glanced around, relieved that no one was nearby, and whispered, "I think it would work in any location or with a different technique. If you use hunting skills in the jungle, that's jungle warfare. But what about in the city? Could you come up with a method for urban warfare? What about the desert? Or an island?"

The leader's eyes lit up as he listened, "That's interesting."

As he spoke, he glanced at Zhang Wenliang standing beside him, wondering if this group of people could come up with something new.

After considering it, I felt it wasn't suitable. These people weren't even familiar with urban environments, let alone deserts and oceans. It seems I'll have to find someone else.

Chen Fan was also wondering if, with his "talkativeness," he could get the special forces unit organized ahead of schedule.

Although the concept and practice of special operations existed as early as World War I, and my country's early "armed work teams" were also prototypes of special operations, Britain established the first recognized modern special forces unit, the British Special Air Service (SAS), in 1942.

Modern special operations theory will not emerge for several years, because the basis and model for its development, namely the US Delta Force, was only established a few years ago. It was only after this small elite force repeatedly achieved victories that it attracted the attention of military experts, thus making small-team special operations a modern, routine form of warfare.

Therefore, at this time, there was indeed not much attention paid to small-scale special operations. In fact, until the Gulf War, most of my country's military experts were still studying corps operations from the World War II era, and the theory and practice of special operations were relatively few and rather crude.

At this point, Chen Fan didn't dare to say much, but only gave a slight hint.

In the leader's words, it's enough to just break the ice; saying anything more won't make him understand.

The leader chatted with him for a few more minutes, and when he realized that he couldn't come up with anything substantial, he decisively walked away.

If you try to poach someone and they don't agree, then there's no need to bring it up again.

On the one hand, the military emphasizes teamwork, and individual soldiers are not very useful. Besides, there are excellent individual soldiers in the army. Although it is not necessarily a matter of who is stronger or weaker, they are enough to carry out the mission.

Secondly, this kid is treated like a treasure by Lin Heizi and the others. He doesn't want to get into a fight with someone in his sixties or seventies for the sake of a young man. Besides, those old guys are not easy to mess with. They were troublemakers in the team back in the day. It's best not to mess with them if you can avoid it.

Besides, they left several sets of equipment in the army, and recently they developed a new set of Black Dragon Eighteen Hands, which played a role in this operation. So many people owe them favors.

It's not worth getting into a conflict over one person.

After the car drove away, Zhang Wenliang said to Chen Fan, "Let's go, I'll take you to the airport."

Chen Fan raised an eyebrow. "Airport? I was planning to buy my own plane ticket. Back to the provincial capital or Shanghai?"

Zhang Wenliang shrugged, opened the car door, got in, and sat in the passenger seat. He chuckled, "Your master is looking for you. There's a plane going to Beijing on official business today, and the boss gave me a heads-up and reserved seats for you." Chen Fan gasped, "A military plane? Maybe I should just buy my own ticket."

That thing looks impressive, but it's not comfortable to sit in. Passenger planes are much better, with airplane meals too.

Am I the kind of person who's short of a hundred or so yuan for a plane ticket?

But since Lao Zhang had already gotten on the bus, he had no choice but to follow.

There was a dedicated driver in front, so Zhang Wenliang sat in the passenger seat, leaving Chen Fan to sit in the back with the two sisters.

After closing the car door and settling in, Chen Fan turned his head and saw that Jiang Tiantian had been pushed to sit in the middle. Her face was flushed, her head was down, and her body was stiff and extremely uncomfortable.

He glanced at Jiang Lili again, but she wasn't looking at him at all; however, she seemed a little guilty.

Chen Fan could only pretend nothing was wrong, trying not to embarrass Jiang Tiantian, and then looked up at Zhang Wenliang in front of him, "When are you going home to visit?"

Zhang Wenliang laughed and said, "Next month, I guess. This mission was successfully completed, and the leaders approved a month's leave for us to go back home and then come back."

These eleven men were originally conscripted into the militia, but after the militia was exhausted, the military leaders consulted with them and directly recruited them through special recruitment. Moreover, they were all promoted to officers, which can be described as a grand gesture.

The others were all fine, mostly in their early twenties, which was suitable. Moreover, the military region did indeed value them. Chen Fan was hospitalized for over ten days, and they didn't have time to come over, only sending Zhang Wenliang as their representative.

But Old Zhang is in his mid-twenties, and he just got married and had a child, yet he also went to solicit prostitutes?

Moreover, they are not short of money now and do not need to find a way out by enlisting in the army.

In response, Chen Fan could only say that the green military uniforms were too charming, and Lao Zhang and the others couldn't resist them.

He shook his head, unsure of what to say, and could only smile and say, "Then you should spend more time with your son when you get back."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Wenliang grinned even more broadly, "You don't need to tell me, he must hold me while eating and sleeping. But then again, I've only ever seen his pictures, I've never actually held him in my arms..."

Chen Fan looked at Zhang Wenliang, who kept talking, and couldn't help but feel a little emotional.

Although no one told him why Zhang Wenliang and his group were left behind, he could guess that, given the outstanding performance of the jungle reconnaissance special forces team, which was formed with the Lujiawan militia squad as its backbone, the military region probably wanted to expand the team and form a dedicated special forces unit.

The first special forces brigade in history was originally the "South China Sword," established in the Guangzhou Military Region in 1988, composed of 52 elite reconnaissance personnel.

This time, it happened almost ten years earlier than expected.

But this is a good thing. With this squad, and based on it, we can spread this jungle special operations method to other military regions... Hmm, the next ten years should be even more exciting!

After a long, rambling conversation, we arrived at the airport quickly.

This should be a military-only airport, with no civilian flights taking off or landing. At this moment, there was a plane parked on the runway, but Chen Fan couldn't recognize what type of aircraft it was.

It didn't matter what kind of aircraft it was; he turned around, waved, and boarded the plane with the two sisters.

Inside the spacious cabin, there were only the three of them, sitting on a long bench on the side. Otherwise, it was empty, much like the plane Yu Zecheng took with his teacher to Taiwan.

Turning around and looking back through the window, they saw Zhang Wenliang still standing below, waving at them.

A few minutes later, the plane began to taxi and soon took off.

Zhang Wenliang saw the three of them off onto the plane, watched it take off, and then got into his car and returned home.

For the rest of the day, Chen Fan, accompanied by the two sisters, first went to an airport.

After getting off the plane, the two sisters saw the airport ground staff wearing thick jackets and shivering with their arms wrapped around themselves. They immediately realized that while it was possible to wear short sleeves in Guangzhou in March, people in Beijing were still wearing cotton-padded coats.

So I quickly grabbed their bags and found two coats for them to wear.

Then I put on a trench coat and, as soon as I was done, I was asked to get into a jeep. However, something was blocking the view outside the window, and I was driven around in circles in a daze until the car stopped and the driver got out and opened the door. Only then did I realize that we had arrived at my own doorstep in Houhai.

He turned to look at the two somewhat dazed sisters, helped them out of the car, and took their luggage from the trunk. Then the driver saluted, got back into the car, and drove away without saying a word.

Only then did Chen Fan look at the two of them and ask, "Are you feeling unwell?"

They both shook their heads.

He has martial arts training, and although he is not as good as a professional soldier yet, his physique is not that bad.

After catching her breath, Jiang Lili pouted, looked around to make sure no one was watching, and then chuckled softly, "So this is what it feels like to fly on a military plane. It's not as comfortable as a commercial flight."

Chen Fan smiled and said, "Military aircraft need to be fast, not comfortable."

Looking at Jiang Tiantian again, her complexion had improved considerably, and then she turned around and pressed the doorbell.

A moment later, Liu Juan and Ma Lan quickly came over to open the door.

Upon seeing Chen Fan and the other two, they were overjoyed. "Brother Chen, Sister Tian, ​​Sister Li, you're back! Was your journey safe? Grandpa Lin and the others have been waiting inside for a long time."

They each took a bag and passed the luggage over.

Chen Fan walked straight inside and asked, "When did Master and the others arrive?"

Liu Juan said from behind, "They came over early this morning, saying you were coming back today, and told us to tidy up the room, and then we've been waiting until now."

In the blink of an eye, they had arrived at the villa's entrance, where they saw three masters emerge from inside, standing at the door and smiling at them.

Chen Fan quickened his pace and greeted them with a smile, "Master, Second Master, Third Master, how are you all?"

Jiang Tiantian and Jiang Lili followed closely behind, obediently greeting them.

Li Shangde, who was usually the quietest, stepped forward, patted his arm, and grinned from ear to ear, "Good, good, good, that's perfect."

Zhang Xuansong, leaning on his cane, looked him up and down, then smiled and nodded vigorously, "Not bad, not bad, all your hard work hasn't been in vain."

Lin Yuanxiang, who was last, also had a smile on his face. He said with emotion, "When I tested you before, I thought you were upright but didn't meddle in other people's business. You were a good candidate to inherit kung fu. But in my heart, I still have a little regret. Because a martial artist cannot have 'temperament' in his heart, but he cannot be without courage. But I can't test you on courage, otherwise it's easy to cause trouble."

You performed exceptionally well this time, demonstrating your courage and integrity. You don't provoke trouble, but you're not afraid of it either. You don't get angry over trivial matters, but when the country needs you, you step forward, proving your courage and integrity.

Now I have no regrets anymore.

Chen Fan helped Li Shangde and Zhang Xuansong inside, and said with a smile, "Thank you for your praise, Masters. Since I am so outstanding, is there any reward?"

Upon hearing this, all three of them looked displeased and didn't want to talk to him anymore.

As expected, he's still the same apprentice, lacking any semblance of propriety.

(End of this chapter)