Rebirth 1977 Great Era

Chapter 1091 A Masterpiece? A Mystery? (Combined Chapter)
This guy is definitely here to persuade me to hand over the secret formula.

Just by listening to their tone of voice, you can tell they speak with an incredibly strong regional accent.

Fang Yan glanced at He You beside her and saw that he was looking at her with a calm expression and a smile, as if he was happy about the matter.

Fang Yan became even more wary. Damn it, he wanted to recreate the He family's legacy, but they weren't idle either.

I want to be completely open and honest with myself...

Of course, on the surface, this is indeed something to be happy about.

After all, it's the Nobel Prize!
Although it's just a nomination, it's already a form of recognition from others. Just this one thing is enough to make people feel excited and even thrilled.

In 1935, Wu Lien-teh became the first Chinese person to be nominated for the Nobel Prize.

He made outstanding contributions to research on the prevention and control of pneumonic plague and invented the simple and practical Wu's mask.

Subsequently, Chinese scientists Chen-Ning Yang and Tsung-Dao Lee won the Nobel Prize in Physics in 1957 for jointly proposing the theory of "parity non-conservation in weak interactions".

Next, this year, Yang Zhenning nominated Niu Jingyi, an academician of the Chinese Academy of Sciences, in September of this year. Niu Jingyi is a key member of the Chinese team that synthesized bovine insulin artificially. During his work in the United States, Niu Jingyi established partial hydrazine hydrolysis and enzymatic hydrolysis methods, solving some protein structure problems.

However, the Nobel Prize in Chemistry was ultimately awarded to American Robert Brown and German Robert Wittig, and Niu Jingyi was not selected.

But he was also the first person nominated domestically since 1949.

However, history has taken a slight turn.

Hans Müller, a Swiss man with absolutely no connection to the subject, is nominating a dialect.

It is precisely because dialects have opened up new perspectives and paths for future medical research that they are considered to have "epoch-making universal value" and meet the Nobel Prize criteria for recognizing "the most important discoverers in the field of physiology or medicine".

Fang Yan felt this statement was simply outrageous. Müller was Swiss, so he should have prioritized nominating scientists from his own country or from Europe, as such a nomination would have been a huge favor.

Moreover, it is abnormal that Mueller, as an authority in immunology, bypassed academic channels such as journal articles and international conferences and instead secretly conveyed his nomination intentions through his personal relationship with Huang Qiming, which deviated from academic norms.

If they had brought a member of the Mueller family to treat idiopathic interstitial pulmonary fibrosis, Fang Yan wouldn't have been so suspicious. Simply saying "I admire you" is really underestimating Fang Yan.

Do they consider themselves mentally disabled?

Fang Yan wanted to complain, but then he suddenly thought of a possibility.

Could it be that this attitude isn't directed at him at all, but rather a calculated move?

His intention was to use the dialect to his advantage, and then force him to hand over the secret recipe.

It's worth noting that while a nomination for the first Nobel Prize in Medicine or Biology might not be very appealing to people in China, it might be quite significant for some.

If a leader believes it's necessary to gain international prestige, then it's very likely that the matter won't be decided by local dialects.

From 1949 to 1978, no one in China was nominated for the Nobel Prize, and the nomination was made by a foreigner. Isn't that tempting?
Even if you don't win an award, being nominated is still a pretty good thing.

However, he may have underestimated the intelligence of the Chinese. This open scheme at most gambles on dialects or the vanity of a certain leader who wants to claim this empty title. But the current leadership has experienced many ups and downs and they are very clear about the thoughts of foreigners.

Moreover, according to the dialect, Niu Jingyi was nominated but did not win in the past, and the domestic reaction was relatively rational. In short, the current Nobel Prize is not really valued in China, at least not at the top level. What everyone wants are tangible benefits.

Being pragmatic rather than idealistic is the current trend.

After regaining his composure, Huang Qiming smiled and said:

"Thank you, Professor Huang, for conveying Professor Muller's kindness. This matter is rather sudden, and I need to consider it further before reporting to my superiors."

After speaking in dialect, Fang glanced at Director Liao, who nodded slightly.

Huang Qiming then said:

"No rush, no rush, we have plenty of time this time we're back."

Fang Yan noticed that Huang Qiming was not a very good smiler; his expression was always very serious. Just now, he tried to smile, but he only managed a slight twitch at the corner of his mouth.

This person must be a very serious person in normal times.

Or perhaps these words made him feel somewhat uncomfortable.

Fang Yan didn't say much, but turned to look at Director Liao and gestured to the rest of the people.

There was a boy who looked to be eighteen or nineteen years old left at the scene, and a short-haired woman who looked to be about twenty-eight or twenty-nine years old, looking around.

The boy was wearing a San Francisco 49ers football jacket and canvas shoes, with a single silver earring in his left ear, and carrying a canvas bag with a Tai Chi pattern on it. This young man immediately reminded Fang Yan of Ah Ji, whom he had met in Hong Kong.

However, this guy has a sharp gaze, and his every move has the subtle gestures of someone who practices martial arts. He looks relaxed and casual, but he probably has a good foundation in martial arts.

The short-haired woman looked more demure. She stood quietly next to Lin Wenfeng, who was closer to the man from Malaysia. Both of them had the same dark skin color.

"This is Mr. Lin's cousin, named Lin Suxin, or Susie Lim in English," Director Liao introduced the lady first.

Lin Suxin nodded to Fang Yan and extended her hand:

"Hello Dr. Fang, I am the chief herbal medicine appraiser of Yongchun Hall in Penang."

"A traditional Chinese medicine practitioner?" Fang Yan was surprised and reached out to shake her hand, noticing that she had many calluses on her palms.

Lin Suxin said:
"Yes, I came back to China specifically to see the authentic local medicinal herbs."

"The products from the company that Dr. Fang and Mr. Hu jointly own are now being imported to Malaysia. I tested them and they are much better than our own medicine. The products from Southeast Asia are indeed not as good as those from China, so I wanted to come back and take a look."

"Okay, welcome." Fang Yan nodded. He wasn't worried about her being cunning. Although they seemed to be competitors, Fang Yan knew that their medicine was based in Malaysia and they couldn't possibly take over the entire market. Their current production capacity was limited, and they might have to cooperate with local companies in the future.

Then Director Liao introduced the last boy to Fang Yan.

"Jin Wubing's grandfather was an elder of the Chee Kung Tong in San Francisco. He immigrated to the United States in the 20s. His family ran a traditional Chinese medicine clinic in Chinatown. He studied Chinese medicine at the Chee Kung Tong free school from a young age... and also received an American high school education."

Director Liao probably didn't know how to introduce this gang member and traditional Chinese medicine doctor.

Jin Wubing said to Fang Yan:

“I was warned at school a while ago for fighting, and then I happened to hear that you cured Mr. Situ Chi’s rheumatic heart disease, arteriosclerosis, and mental illness, so I planned to come back to see Mr. Situ Chi and pay a visit to you.”

After speaking, he respectfully clasped his hands in a fist and bowed to Fang Yan.

Upon seeing this, he clasped his hands in a gesture of respect.

Now the group is complete, including people from Britain, Malaysia, and the United States.

The people we need to least worry about here are the Malaysians; as for the other two, we still need to assess them.

Director Liao said to Fang Yan:

"Now, please continue your discussion and sharing!"

"They also want to experience this learning atmosphere again."

Seeing Director Liao's appearance, Fang Yan knew that it must have been arranged beforehand.

Anyway, the topic of discussion today wasn't anything confidential. Fang Yan nodded, then gestured for Director Liao and the others to find seats in the conference room, while he continued to walk to the "podium position."

The slightly somber atmosphere in the meeting room eased a little as Fang Yan returned to the center of the podium.

The impact of the previous Nobel Prize nominations has not yet fully subsided, so this news has had a huge impact on everyone.

They don't think about dialects as much, they just feel:
"Holy crap, Fang Ge is awesome! A Nobel Prize!"

When Fang Yan took the stage, everyone felt that the quality of Fang Yan's teaching had far surpassed that of other teachers.

Fang Yan's gaze swept across the classroom, lingering briefly on a few newly joined overseas Chinese businessmen, before he spoke:
"Next, let's continue to analyze another way to treat acute pancreatitis, where dampness and heat combine and obstruct the liver and gallbladder meridians. In traditional Chinese medicine, we emphasize treating the disease according to its own condition. For example, in the south, where dampness and heat are more severe, pathogenic factors often become entangled and difficult to resolve."

He wrote the word "region" in the corner of the blackboard.

Next, the group heard about another school of thought's treatment plan.

This treatment method is more suitable for the South. It was inspired by medical cases I had with professors at Guangzhou University of Chinese Medicine, and now I'm sharing it directly.

That is, some of the medicines were replaced.

For example, replace Coptis chinensis with Andrographis paniculata, which grows in swamps but is cold in nature and can dispel evil, making it more suitable for people with southern constitutions; add another ingredient, Areca catechu, whose ability to promote qi circulation and diuresis is comparable to that of Costus root, and can also relieve nausea and vomiting caused by food poisoning.

These words made the Lin siblings from Malaysia nod in agreement. They discovered that although the dialect was from the north, the Lin siblings were also very skilled in using some local medicinal herbs from the south.

It felt like they had lived there for a very long time.

The others listened with great interest. After Fang Yan shared for a while, the class was asked to ask questions. They must have encountered many problems during today's consultations. These questions needed to be raised and then the class would think about them. Fang Yan would not answer first; other students could answer first if they could. Finally, Fang Yan would judge the correctness of their answers.

During the course, these people gradually mastered the dialect and its way of speaking, and they all joined in.

The dialects used here also reveal the varying levels of medical skill among these individuals.

If they weren't hiding anything.

The order from highest to lowest should be: He You, Huang Qiming, Lin Wenfeng, Chen Mike, Lin Suxin, and Jin Wubing.

He You and Huang Qiming are in a commanding lead, Lin Wenfeng, Chen Mike, and Lin Suxin are in the same tier, and Jin Wubing... his level is probably about the same as his second senior brother Ding Jian.

If someone with his skill level treated patients in the US, they'd probably face legal trouble if they weren't careful. In China, they'd be considered someone selling counterfeit medicine on the street.

Of course, don't underestimate him just because he's not very good at it; he has a lot of experience, especially in the area of ​​sprains and bruises.

He must have gotten into quite a few fights.

Hearing Fang Yan describe some bone-setting techniques, he was immediately awestruck. Mainly, the methods Fang Yan used seemed incredibly advanced.

The dialect didn't even use Luo's bone-setting method; it was just some external injury treatment techniques used in the ancient Tang Dynasty army.

It's unclear whether his lack of skill in the dialect is due to his poor training or if his master was simply incompetent.

Going back to He You and Huang Qiming, these two have been in the West for so long that people assumed they had integrated Chinese and Western medicine. But the truth is, they are pure practitioners of traditional Chinese medicine.

Even Professor Huang Qiming is like that.

I don't understand dialects. So, after all this time, you're saying that China is promoting the integration of traditional Chinese and Western medicine?
So everyone else is practicing authentic traditional Chinese medicine, right?
Time flew by and it was already 5 p.m., so Fang Yan and the others prepared to wrap up work.

Right now, some students in the class are going back to their dormitories at Peking Union Medical College, some are going home, and most are taking a bus back to school.

Director Liao and his group were preparing to go to the Yanjing Hotel.

He You and Huang Qiming originally wanted to invite Fang Yan to go with them.

Fang Yan made an excuse to change his clothes and then said goodbye, not staying with them, and said that he and the dean would go there later.

So Director Liao led the group of TCM doctors who had returned from abroad and left by car.

The first thing Fang Yan did when he got home was to tell his wife about what had happened that day.

After hearing Fang Yan's analysis, Zhu Lin said to him:
"Maybe you're overthinking it, or maybe they just genuinely admire you."

Fang Yan nodded. He had actually thought about it too, and he couldn't rule out that possibility.

However, on the other hand, harboring such wishful thinking under these circumstances will inevitably lead to trouble.

He said to his wife:

"You shouldn't have the heart to harm others, but you can't be without the heart to guard against others. It's best to be careful in this kind of thing. Besides, no matter if he's sincere or not, I have no intention of handing over this secret recipe."

"So in the end, I have to refuse him."

"Even if he genuinely acknowledges my work based on academic value, or if he's trying to express his dissatisfaction with his existing academic system through informal channels, I won't buy into it."

Regardless of what others think, good or bad, dialect is unimportant to him.

He would never do anything that would involve revealing the secret formula.

"So, what do you think of this Mr. He's attitude? Is he helping you or Professor Huang?" his wife asked Fang Yan.

Do you want to speak your dialect?

“I don’t know what role he plays behind the scenes, but his stance is definitely to help his friend, and it even seems on the surface that making this happen is a win-win situation for him.”

"I received a Nobel Prize nomination, and they obtained the secret formula."

After saying that, he paused, then continued speaking to his wife:

"I'm going to a banquet later. This one might be a little different from the past. When I come back, the old man might come with me."

"Mom and the others haven't come back yet. You need to explain the pros and cons to them clearly, so that when they arrive, we won't be caught off guard and say something we shouldn't."

The daughter-in-law nodded after hearing the dialect spoken.

Fang Yan then went to wash up and changed her clothes.

Then I prepared to leave.

Just as I stepped out the door, I saw my mother coming home from get off work.

Upon hearing the dialect, the old woman immediately asked him:
"I saw Director Liao with a group of people at the hospital upstairs today. Were they here to see you?"

“That’s right, they came to see me.” Fang Yan nodded.

“I saw an old man inside…he looks a bit like your maternal grandfather.” My mother was getting a little emotional.

Fang Yan said to her:
"Mom, don't get agitated. This is a bit complicated. I've already explained it to Linlin."

"He'll tell you when he gets back."

I was clearly a bit confused and didn't understand what "things are a bit complicated" meant.
There wasn't time to explain the dialect; he simply greeted her and then hurriedly went to find the dean.

I've already explained things to my wife, and all I need to do now is for her to relay the message.

I'm sure my mother has the ability to understand things; she can figure out something as simple as this.

When Fang Yan arrived at the Xiehe parking lot, she saw Lao Hu and the dean walking over together. They greeted Fang Yan when they saw her.

The dean smiled and asked Fang Yan:

"How is it? I heard that Director Liao brought a group of people to listen to your analysis class this afternoon."

"You didn't embarrass yourself in front of your second maternal grandfather, did you?"

Old Hu chuckled and corrected him:
"They call their maternal grandfather 'Grandpa' instead of 'Grandpa,' and we don't even know if this guy is his maternal grandfather's older or younger brother."

The dean said:
"Oh right, I forgot about that."

Fang Yan didn't have time to joke around with them. He briefly explained what had happened that day, including his suspicions and his next course of action.

Upon hearing Fang Yan's words, the two men's expressions turned serious, their earlier ease replaced by seriousness. Both were older than Fang Yan and had experienced much in life, but their views largely aligned with Fang Yan's.

They believed that there was no such thing as a free lunch.

Moreover, if the dialect is used in this matter, then the secret recipe must be handed over.

Regardless of whether the other party's intentions are good or bad, this condition is impossible to agree to.

At this moment, Lao Hu suddenly thought of something and asked Fang Yan:
"What was Director Liao's reaction? He brought the person here. Didn't he say anything?"

The dean also realized what was happening and said:

"Yes, Director Liao should give a statement, right?"

Fang Yan shook his head and said:

"There were so many people around Director Liao at the time, and the two of us never had a chance to talk alone."

"However, at the time I simply postponed the matter, and Director Liao nodded at me."

Hearing this, Lao Hu breathed a sigh of relief and said to Fang Yan:
"I knew it! Director Liao definitely wouldn't agree to this."

He glanced at his wrist at the time and said to the dean:
"Then we'll just have to improvise later. It's about time now, so let's go together."

The dean pointed to Lao Hu standing to the side and said:
"Mr. Hu will be coming along today as well."

Fang Yan looked at Lao Hu with some surprise, knowing that this guy used to avoid overseas Chinese businessmen as much as possible.

Especially for overseas Chinese businessmen from Malaysia, they are treated like snakes and scorpions.

“We already know who the mastermind is, so now we can meet these people. If I were here, some of them might even help us expand our business.” Old Hu said to Fang Yan.
Upon hearing this, Fang Yan suddenly understood, nodded, and said to Lao Hu:
“Alright, let’s go together. I just happened to meet a couple named Lin Wenhui and Lin Suqin today. They said they were from Yongchun Hall in Penang and brought me back a lot of ancient Chinese medicine books that had been lost overseas.”

Old Hu nodded and said in dialect:

“I know the Lin siblings. They had already contacted my manager over there before they came back this time. Their Yongchuntang wanted to cooperate with us and wanted to set up several large medicinal herb bases in China, and then use authentic medicinal herbs to produce their Yongchuntang pills, powders, ointments and elixirs. I didn’t agree at the time, but I didn’t expect them to come all the way to China.”

Fang Yan touched his chin:
"I thought they wanted to resell our medicines, but it turns out they wanted us to be their primary raw material supplier."

Old Hu picked up the conversation and said:

"That's why I won't agree to their unreasonable request. Besides, Director Liao knows that our company's medicinal herbs also represent the interests of the country. Even if they want to obtain authentic medicinal herbs in China, it's not so easy, let alone investing in building a dedicated medicinal herb base."

Fang Yan scratched his head, somewhat speechless:

"I never imagined that ancient Chinese medical books could be such a sugar-coated bullet..."

Luckily, I told Lao Hu about it, otherwise it would have been really hard to explain if I had accepted his gifts.

However, I was indeed too busy before, and Lao Hu was also working on the production line at Changping Station, so the two of us hadn't communicated for a long time.

At this moment, the dean said:
"I think we could combine the two options."

Upon hearing this, Fang Yan and Lao Hu both looked at the dean, who then said:
"They must have traveled a long way to make this happen, so a little concession would be nice. I think under the right conditions, we could provide them with some medicinal herbs to achieve a win-win cooperation without causing market conflict."

After listening to the dean's words, Old Hu nodded:

"This matter needs to be discussed in detail. Tonight's dinner is just a way to sound him out. The most important thing is to talk to the people in Europe."

Fang Yan only remembered one more thing that happened that night: their French partner, Ms. Li Chengzhu, had brought someone back with her, specifically to discuss cooperation with them.

However, Fang Yan doesn't need to worry about these things. Old Hu, the seasoned businessman, is the main focus tonight. Fang Yan should pay more attention to her maternal uncle or great-uncle.

After a brief discussion, Fang Yan greeted Lao Hu and they got into the car separately.

Old Hu and his bodyguard Old Cui, along with Fang Yan and the dean, started the car and left the Xiehe parking lot, heading towards the Yanjing Hotel.

Tonight's banquet is destined to be fraught with danger and conflict.

PS: The basic chapter of 6000 words is now complete. There will be an extra chapter later.

(End of this chapter)