Rebirth 1977 Great Era

Chapter 1084: Meals, transportation, and venue all included; first day's special cases handled (bonus chapter for monthly ticket holders: 3 chapters)

After they drove away, Fang Yan went to the research institute, got into his own car, and headed straight for Peking Union Medical College Hospital.

We arrived at Xiehe Hospital in a short drive, and everyone was still waiting outside for Fangyan.

As soon as Fang Yan arrived, the dean said to him:

"You have over twenty people seeing patients, so you need to plan things out. Traditional Chinese medicine clinics have limited rooms, so I think... two people per room."

Fang Yan nodded. He had actually already figured out how to arrange things when he arrived.

He said to the dean:

"Here's what I'm thinking: in the morning, everyone sees patients, and I'm in charge of making rounds and handling difficult cases. After lunch break, we'll have a debriefing meeting, and in the afternoon, I and the class leaders will lead the analysis of typical medical cases."

"According to the arrangements of the principal and the secretary, the three senior students, Xie Chunrong, Zhao Qingkai, and Chen Wenwei, are responsible for initial diagnosis guidance, medical record quality management, and handling of complex cases, respectively. I myself serve as the overall coordinator, focusing on reviewing medical records and guiding critically ill patients."

"We ensure both practical opportunities and enhance the clinical analysis skills required for postgraduate entrance examinations."

"For more specific details, we need to break it down further."

The dean nodded upon hearing Fang Yan's arrangement, indicating that this was a well-organized plan and he didn't need to worry about it.

He spoke in dialect:

"If you have a plan, that would be best. Anyway, the TCM department is all yours, so you know best how to arrange it."

The dean's attitude was very clear: if Fang Yan had no ideas, then he would come up with them; if Fang Yan already had ideas, then he would just provide support.

As long as Peking Union Medical College Hospital can get the TCM department up and running during this period, and achieve this goal, that's fine.

Although the time frame was short, these individuals were all top students in their schools and had all taken the postgraduate entrance examination. With Fang Yan also present, it was highly unlikely that any major problems would arise.

After saying this, Fang Yan looked at Xie Chunrong, Zhao Qingkai, and Chen Weiwen standing to the side.

These three people were his former subordinates. They had all started working at Peking Union Medical College Hospital according to his arrangements, except that they were in the inpatient department at that time, while this time they were going to the outpatient department of Peking Union Medical College Hospital.

Fang Yan thought for a moment and said to them:

"Since the dean has put me in charge of making the arrangements, then I will explain the details of each of your responsibilities."

Having said that, Fang Yan addressed them individually:

"Xie Chunrong, you are responsible for providing initial consultation guidance and helping students standardize the consultation process."

Xie Chunrong nodded after hearing this. This task was not difficult, especially since many of the students in Fang Yan's class had more experience than them. The task assigned to him was a relatively easy one.

Then Fang Yan said to Zhao Qingkai:
"Zhao Qingkai, you will supervise the quality of medical record writing to ensure it meets clinical requirements."

Zhao Qingkai said:
"Okay! Don't worry, leave it to me."

Fang Yan then looked at the last one and said:

"Chen Wenwei, you coordinate consultations for difficult cases and assist in handling complex patients."

"This job is a little difficult, so thank you for your hard work."

Chen Wenwei smiled and waved his hand, saying:
"You're welcome."

He simply didn't believe that this open clinic could possibly handle so many complex and rare cases. Although it might sound like a demanding job, anyone who's worked in a hospital knows that complex and rare cases are only a small fraction of patients. His main role was to screen patients based on their dialects, acting as a filter and a safety net.

If a situation arises that even dialects can't resolve, then he should step forward and say that we can't solve this problem—note that it's "we," not "dialects."

Dialects don't directly participate in it; that's his job.

This is something that Peking Union Medical College, the school, and the Overseas Chinese Affairs Office of the State Council all need.

Previously, this task was done by the hospital, but now he is doing it.

This isn't because the dialect group wanted to arrange things this way, but because if they didn't, the other side wouldn't agree to it either.

Next, Fang Yan continued to address all the students in a loud voice:

"I will be responsible for reviewing all medical records to ensure the accuracy of diagnosis and treatment, personally handling critical or complex cases, and providing guidance and assistance to students when necessary. In the afternoons, I will work with class leaders to summarize typical medical cases for teaching analysis."

"Next is our schedule and workflow."

Everyone quickly stopped whispering and listened attentively to the dialect spoken.

Fang Yan said to them:

"In the morning, we see patients. The students are divided into groups to see patients who have made regular appointments at the clinic."

"After lunch break, we will hold a meeting to summarize the problems encountered in the morning and correct any mistakes."

"In the afternoon, we and the class leaders selected classic cases and led everyone to analyze the etiology, pathogenesis, diagnostic thinking, and medication basis. Then, each person organized the medical cases of the day and submitted an analysis report."

Everyone in the class nodded in agreement upon hearing this arrangement.

This is equivalent to seeing a doctor and exercising in the morning, and then immediately organizing the experience in the afternoon. Moreover, there is a master of dialect to guide and educate them, and also to check for any omissions or oversights. Is there anything better than this?

Most people wouldn't help those around them, because the more capable others are, the greater the chance of being eliminated. It's just that the dialect is different; he really wanted to get the whole class into the graduate program.

This is just like having a brother in your family. Otherwise, who would help you like this?
The students were truly moved.

At this moment, the dean also stood up, adding fuel to the fire amidst the enthusiastic atmosphere.

He said:
"In addition, our hospital will coordinate transportation and reissue official hospital documents to clarify students' rights and allow them to directly participate in prescription writing."

"Oh, right, there's also lunch and dinner. Everyone can eat for free in the cafeteria by showing their student ID."

"Also, your lunch and afternoon study activities can be held in the conference room here." Hearing this, the atmosphere in the room completely ignited:
"Wow, that's great! It includes pick-up and drop-off, meals, and the venue..."

"As expected of the Imperial Hospital, they are indeed very wealthy..."

"It's all thanks to Brother Fang; he's the legitimate director of the Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine at Peking Union Medical College Hospital."

"..."

Everyone was talking about it.

The dean was very satisfied with the current atmosphere; this was exactly the effect he wanted. The better the benefits, the more these students would remember what made Peking Union Medical College so special.

Next, Fang Yan invited everyone to go to the clinic first.

Then the dean had everyone's belongings brought over—medical equipment, white coats, and even teacups found in the storeroom—and gave everyone a new one.

Next, a message stating "Traditional Chinese Medicine Department is open for consultations today" was written on a blackboard outside the outpatient building on the first floor.

There are actually quite a few people coming to Peking Union Medical College Hospital every day, and this year, due to the local dialect, the Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine at Peking Union Medical College Hospital has clearly become synonymous with VIP-only medical care.

Many patients, upon seeing these words, immediately went to the registration office to inquire about the situation.

Upon learning that it wasn't Fang Yan who was seeing patients, but rather that it was Fang Yan's classmates who were seeing patients, everyone was a little disappointed, but they all decided to give it a try.

Before long, I had just entered the examination room and hadn't even figured out what was in the various cabinets when the patient came up.

This isn't a free clinic; it's a legitimate medical service where people are paid to see a doctor.

So many people are still a bit nervous. After all, this is Peking Union Medical College Hospital. Although they are not formal employees, they are already seeing patients here.

I'd heard before that people who came here were patients with difficult and complicated illnesses from all over the country, or leaders or athletes.

It would be a lie to say I wasn't nervous.

The people who came were indeed different from those at the free clinic in Dongzhimen; some of them clearly had a certain status or position.

Who in their right mind would keep a secretary?

This made the atmosphere more tense than a graduate school entrance exam.

Everyone handled the situation with caution.

Judging from the dialect, the people with better mental fortitude here are those who used to work at Peking Union Medical College Hospital, as well as Li Zhengji, Xiao Chengzhi, Cheng Baogui, Wang Zhijun, and others.

Gradually, more and more people started to gather here, and people began to sit in the aisle seats and form queues.

When the dean came over and saw this scene, he said to Fang Yan:

"They're even more popular than I expected. Looks like they're in for a busy day."

Fang Yan said to the dean:

"I just checked, and they are mostly common symptoms, so they don't seem to be a big problem."

The dean nodded and said:

"It's the same at the registration area. I waited for a while, and the patients registering all had common illnesses."

"Looks like you'll have nothing to do today."

Fang Yan smiled after hearing this. This is just the beginning. Who knows what will happen later?
To be honest, at this time, dialects crave some difficult problems.

That's why people are so strange.

Once the hospital director saw that everything was alright, he went to arrange other things at the hospital, leaving Fang Yan there.

He began his inspection tour again.

This situation continued until around 11 a.m., when the number of patients around had clearly begun to decrease. Some clinics were even empty, and the students who were seeing patients inside had come out and started stretching their legs at the door.

Just when Fang Yan thought he could safely finish his work, someone called him. This time it was Zhang Yanchang.

He came out with Chen Wenwei, and holding the medical records he had written that morning, he said to Fang Yan:

"Brother Fang, I have a patient who was transferred from another hospital."

After Fang Yan took the medical record, he heard Zhang Yanchang say:

"The patient is 24 years old and works as an accountant in a food factory. She fell ill at the end of April. At first, she only had a lot of red rashes on both feet, which were itchy and painful. After wiping them with medicinal wine that she had at home, her condition did not improve. Instead, she developed edema and purple patches, and the pain and itching worsened. She got antibiotics and hormones from the clinic at her workplace, and also got compound Danshen tablets from Tongrentang Pharmacy near her home for treatment."

"The edema subsided in a very short time, but the purpura did not disappear. Instead, the tip of the second toe on her left foot turned blue. She went to the hospital for treatment and was diagnosed with dry gangrene. After treatment at that hospital, her condition did not improve, so she came to our hospital."

"Before she came here, her hospital diagnosed her with multiple occlusive arteritis."

“I just checked her, and she has purple bruises on her extremities, fingers, toes, the backs of her hands and feet, as well as on her face and earlobes. The one on the left, which initially only had purple bruises on the tips of her toes, now covers the entire instep of her left foot, and the first and second toes on both feet have become dark purple and shriveled…”

“I didn’t check the rest, and I know I can’t handle this… so.”

Fang Yan nodded and said:

"Go in and take a look."

PS: After finishing this chapter, I still owe everyone 19000 words.

That's all for today, please come early tomorrow.

Lao Feng is working hard to write tomorrow's code.

(End of this chapter)