Rebirth 1977 Great Era

Chapter 1094 I can also say nice things, "You're a cadre first, then a student" (Two chapters combined)
Lin Wenfeng's loud voice echoed in the banquet hall, attracting everyone's attention.

Director Liao, as a witness, smiled approvingly, while the reporters' cameras quickly focused on the scene in the middle.

Upon hearing what he said, Fang Yan quickly stood up.

He said to them:

"Thank you, Mr. Lin, and thank you to our fellow Chinese medicine practitioners in Malaysia!"

The Lin siblings solemnly opened the suitcase in front of the camera.

The boxes were not simply filled with books, but rather carefully wrapped or bound into volumes, protected by brocade or plain coarse cloth.

The people noticed that the books had an antique appearance, exuding the unique smell of old paper, and some even showed obvious signs of moisture protection from tropical regions.

Lin Wenfeng cleared his throat and began to introduce:
"To show our sincerity, the Lim family's Yongchun Hall in Penang and several colleagues spent several months searching for these rare books from overseas Chinese communities and collectors in various parts of Southeast Asia. There are medical records of febrile diseases in Lingnan copied from the late Qing Dynasty, manuscripts of Sichuan-style bone setting brought to Southeast Asia when fleeing war, and medical records and medicine experiences recorded by overseas practitioners."

He emphasized that these books are a shared treasure of the overseas Chinese community in Southeast Asia, representing the crystallization of their wisdom for survival and development.

His gaze shifted to Fang Yan:

"Dr. Fang, it is a great fortune that these ancient books have traveled across the ocean and are now entrusted to you, a master physician with the ability to uncover their value and revitalize them! We ask for nothing in return, but only hope that you can gain something from them and benefit future generations of doctors."

Dialect analysis suggests that Malaysians seem to have a much higher level of language proficiency than overseas Chinese from other regions.

These little phrases are so elaborate; they must have been prepared specifically for this occasion.

Compared to what they were saying earlier, what Fang Yan said earlier didn't seem so professional or formal.

He quickly composed himself, stepped forward, bowed deeply, and then solemnly said:
"Mr. and Ms. Lin are truly generous! And all the overseas Chinese are kind-hearted! Such a gift is of immeasurable value, far surpassing gold and silver! I, Fang, will certainly cherish and study it carefully, and live up to your trust!"

While he was speaking, the cameras and video cameras around him were all pointed at his dialect.

At this moment, he showed great respect and gratitude, while also focusing his attention on the academic value of the book itself and the contributions of overseas Chinese, temporarily downplaying the potential pressure that "the value of the gift might affect the cooperation."

It was a combination of suppression and beating.

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd and the cameras of the reporters, Fang Yan came to the box, first posed for the reporters to take pictures, and then carefully flipped through the top few books.

He quickly scanned the books and saw several titles: "A True Record of Febrile Diseases in Lingnan", "Unique Epidemics in Nanyang and the Application of Local Herbal Medicines", "Illustrated Explanation of Zheng's Prescriptions for Traumatic Injuries and Life Extension", "New Interpretation of Smallpox", "Records of Epidemics in Southern Guangdong", "Annotations on the Treatise on Damp-Heat by the Man from Luofu Mountain"...

Fang Yan randomly opened a book, "Illustrated Explanation of Zheng's Traumatic Injury and Life-Sustaining Formulas," a thread-bound book passed down from the Zheng family during the Qing Dynasty. It was a family secret manual with a lot of content, not just prescriptions. The core of the book should be a large number of hand-drawn, extremely detailed diagrams of human skeletal structure and reduction techniques for dislocations/fractures, such as detailed explanations of the twelve methods of bone setting, diagrams of clamping methods, and detailed preparation processes for accompanying wound medicines and bone-setting pills. It even includes records of substitutes for medicinal plants unique to Southeast Asia.

Its detailed and systematic illustrations are comparable to those of the Roche Orthopedics, and it has unique advantages, especially in the debridement of complex traumas and open fractures.

Something special...

I randomly flipped through a few more ancient books, all of which had distinct local characteristics. However, they were mostly written during the Qing Dynasty, at least the ones mentioned above.

Fang Yan nodded and said to Lin Wenhui:
"It's all good stuff!"

Lin Wenfeng was quite pleased to hear Fang Yan say that.

He reached out and shook hands with Fang Yan in front of the box, and the reporters in charge of filming and photography began snapping photos.

Although we don't know what everyone's ulterior motives are, the scene before us is still quite moving.

Especially compared to when they met with relatives, He You didn't bring anything with him, making the situation even more awkward now.

He and Huang Qiming craned their necks, trying to see the contents of the books inside, but they could only see the covers.

Meanwhile, seeing that the ceremony was complete and the reporters' cameras had captured this precious moment, Director Liao, with a gratified and solemn smile, gently raised his hand to signal, and the room fell silent.

He walked steadily to Fang Yan and Lin Wenhui, his gaze slowly sweeping over all the overseas Chinese, medical colleagues, reporters, and key figures Fang Yan and the Lin siblings.

"Fellow compatriots, comrades, and friends," Director Liao's voice was loud and steady, clearly echoing throughout the banquet hall, "Today's scene is of extraordinary significance!"

He pointed to the box of ancient books, his voice filled with deep emotion:

"Mr. Lin Wenfeng and Ms. Lin Suxin, representing Yongchuntang in Malaysia and many overseas Chinese communities and TCM practitioners in Southeast Asia, traveled thousands of miles to send this batch of precious ancient Chinese medicine books back to the motherland and hand them over to our Dr. Fang. This is not just a box of books; it is proof of our blood ties, a return to our cultural roots, and a testament to the deep affection and fervent expectations of countless overseas compatriots for our national treasures!"

Great, the leader is starting to emphasize value!

Fang Yan silently applauded in his heart, thinking that as long as the praise was high enough, some bargaining chips would no longer be bargaining chips.

Sure enough, ginger is still spicy.

At this moment, Director Liao turned to the Lin siblings and solemnly said:

"Mr. Lin is absolutely right. This is the crystallization of the wisdom of overseas Chinese in Southeast Asia in their survival and development. Between the lines, it records not only the art of traditional Chinese medicine, but also the stories of how our compatriots used our ancestral wisdom to save lives and help their families thrive in a foreign land, facing tropical diseases and harsh environments. This contribution is truly moving!"

He then led the applause, and the people around him echoed him, with Fang Yan clapping enthusiastically.

Then, Director Liao's gaze fell on Fang Yan, full of appreciation and trust:

"Comrade Fang Yan, although young, has superb medical skills and a heart for the world. What is even more admirable is his reverence for and dedication to the study of traditional Chinese medicine."

"Our Malaysian colleagues in traditional Chinese medicine have entrusted you with this collection of ancient books, which embody the hard work of our overseas colleagues. You are the right person to do this!"

"The nation believes, the research institute believes, and all the witnesses present believe that you have the ability and responsibility to protect these precious books while deeply exploring the valuable experiences they contain, especially the localized medicines used in specific regional environments, integrating them with our profound local heritage, allowing them to shine again, and truly benefiting the medical community and hundreds of millions of people of our great China!"

“I will!” Fang Yan chimed in.

These books are currently only for the southern environment. The previous version of the manual that Fangyan and professors from Guangzhou University of Chinese Medicine made has already been distributed. Now, Fangyan can also use the information in this manual to produce a better upgraded version.

This is still very meaningful, especially since the upgraded version is easy to learn after everyone is familiar with the first version.

Fang Yan's thoughts drifted a little far, but he quickly snapped back to reality.

I know I still have to say some things that everyone likes to hear.

So he took over the conversation, composed himself, and spoke with a firm and resolute tone, full of a sense of mission:

"I just glanced at the contents of the books... These books contain exquisite illustrations of prescriptions for prolonging life from falls and injuries, detailed records of epidemic diseases in Lingnan, the modified treatment experience of Nanyang doctors for damp-heat affecting the spleen, and personal experiences in treating various epidemic diseases in Nanyang... These are all invaluable treasures in our clinical practice! They are all good things!"

"Overseas compatriots generously donated funds to bring cultural treasures back to their homeland, while our fellow practitioners in China shoulder the important responsibility of revitalizing traditional Chinese medicine and saving lives. This box of ancient books that traveled across the ocean is a symbol of this!"

"It symbolizes that we, the sons and daughters of China, no matter where we are, have an unparalleled sense of identity and cohesion with our national culture! It symbolizes that traditional Chinese medicine will surely usher in greater development opportunities in the new era! It also symbolizes that, with the joint efforts of all TCM practitioners and the strong support of overseas compatriots, we will surely enable this ancient art of medicine, which has been passed down for thousands of years, to write an even more glorious and splendid chapter in the new era!"

Director Liao looked at Fang Yan with slight surprise, thinking to himself:
Good lad, you've learned to add value to yourself?

Did I prepare a speech myself?
But thinking back, this person got a perfect score in last year's college entrance exam and recently got a perfect score in both professional knowledge and politics in the postgraduate entrance exam.

Director Liao immediately felt relieved.

That's what geniuses are like; they understand things instantly.

The reporters at the scene quickly transcribed the speech, which was written in dialect and would not need to be changed before it was published in the newspaper.

Lin Wenfeng was also happy to come up and shake hands with Fang Yan again.

The dialect was spoken well, and in any case, this scene showed considerable respect for Malaysian TCM practitioners.

Moreover, judging from the dialect in which he spoke, it was clear that he had prepared the speech.

Director Liao then came to his senses and continued, picking up where the dialect left off:
"Today's book donation ceremony is not only a perfect beginning, but also a resounding clarion call! It sounds the clarion call for us to unite and cooperate to further explore, organize, research, and promote the wisdom of traditional Chinese medicine at home and abroad! Let us give a round of applause to Mr. Lin Wenfeng and Ms. Lin Suxin, to Malaysia and all overseas Chinese who care about and support the cause of traditional Chinese medicine in our motherland! Let us also give a round of applause to Comrade Fang Yan, wishing him to reach new heights on the road of safeguarding national treasures and promoting traditional Chinese medicine!"

As Director Liao finished speaking, the banquet hall erupted in prolonged and enthusiastic applause.

The point of this scene is to say these polite words, and only after that, and the report is published, can the mission be considered accomplished.

Next came another round of photos from multiple angles. Director Liao and Fang Yan stood together, Lin Wenfeng and Lin Suxin stood together, and between the four of them was an open box of ancient Chinese medicine books. They smiled and posed for photos with the reporters.

Only after all these things are done can the task of speaking dialect be considered complete.

After that, it was time for everyone to relax, toast each other, and get to know one another.

Lao Hu also took this time to go and talk business with Li Chengzhu and Isabella DuPont.

Fang Yan's table became lively, with a constant stream of people coming to toast him, talk to him, and talk to Director Liao. Of course, Director Liao didn't drink, but Fang Yan drank quite a bit.

They had been talking the whole time and hadn't eaten much, but now they're almost full from drinking.

He You and Huang Qiming, the two old men, originally wanted to say a few words to Fang Yan, but there were just too many people at the scene, so they couldn't speak and could only eat their food in silence.

When the banquet ended, He You finally found an opportunity and hurriedly said to Fang Yan:

"Are you free tomorrow night? I'd like to invite you and your family to come over."

Reeking of alcohol and slurring his words, he asked:
"Just our family? Or are other families included?"

He You felt a bit of a headache seeing him like this, but still smiled and said:

“Of course we’ll go together. I know you have two uncles in the capital. If you’re free, I’ll invite them over tomorrow.”

Fang Yan scratched his head, as if his mind had slowed down a bit, and said:

"If it's a family gathering, it should be fine." "But I'm not sure if they'll be available."

Hearing Fang Yan agree, He You smiled and said:

"It's alright, I'll go and inquire about it tomorrow."

Fang Yan nodded, rubbed his face, and said with a smile:

"Alright, you should get some rest. See you tomorrow night."

"Alright!" He You nodded, noticing that Fang Yan was also quite drunk, and reminded him:

"Remember that."

Fang Yan waved his hand, carrying a box of ancient books, and was helped out by Lao Hu's assistant, Xiao Lin.

He You watched him leave, then could only turn to Huang Qiming with a helpless expression.

"It's alright, there's plenty of time in the future. We can also prepare some gifts or something," Huang Qiming said with a serious expression.

He You nodded, and the two turned and walked into the hotel lobby.

On the other side, once they got on the bus, Fang Yan's expression immediately returned to normal.

Seeing this, the dean said to Fang Yan:

"So you were faking being drunk?"

Fang Yan rubbed the acupoints on his hands and said:

"I was slightly drunk, but it wasn't an act."

Upon hearing this, the dean smiled and shook his head. The young man started to slur his words in the latter half, his eyes became glazed over, and he answered questions slowly. Good heavens, it was all an act!
His acting skills were so convincing that he couldn't tell the difference anymore.

However, Fang Yan did drink quite a bit. If it were anyone else, they might have been completely drunk by now. Only he could still pretend to be drunk while drinking.

"If it weren't for the need to avoid discussing the secret recipe with them today, I would have just said that I need to be treated tomorrow and can't drink it," Fang Yan said to the dean.

He simply didn't want to discuss the secret recipe with He You and Huang Qiming, nor did he want to deal with the enthusiastic crowd.

Next, the car started, with Lao Hu's secretary, Xiao Lin, driving, while Lao Hu's bodyguard, Lao Cui, was driving on his side.

The car soon arrived at the Xiehe parking lot, and Fang Yan and the others got out.

I glanced at my watch; it was already past nine o'clock at night.

The lights in the outpatient department were all off, except for the entrance to the emergency department, which was still lit.

Fang Yan asked Lao Hu:
"So, how did your conversation with Isabella DuPont go today?"

Old Hu said to the dialect:

"She wants to visit our factory tomorrow at noon, and I plan to take her to visit the new factory in the farthest Changping Shahe area near the train station."

"We'll have lunch there tomorrow at noon."

"As for the specifics... we'll have to continue the discussion."

Fang Yan nodded and asked Lao Hu:
Do you need any technical assistance?

Old Hu rubbed his temples and said:
"No need. We've been discussing business models and the demands of the European market. Once we've covered those details, we'll come back to you."

Dialect muttering:
"Market demand in Europe..."

he asked:
"What will it look like? I'll do some preparation."

Old Hu rubbed his temples. He had drunk quite a bit of red wine today. Although he had a good tolerance for alcohol, he usually listened to health advice, and drinking so much suddenly made him a little dizzy. After thinking for a moment, he said to Fang Yan:

"The general public has very low awareness of traditional Chinese medicine. Most Chinese medicines are herbal medicines, which are subject to serious regulatory barriers. At present, there are no unified rules at the national level in Europe, and the regulations vary greatly from country to country, but are generally very strict."

"Due to their complexity, difficulty in standardization, and unclear ingredients, traditional Chinese medicine compound prescriptions are hard to register as drugs. More commonly, they enter the market as non-pharmaceutical products such as 'dietary supplements' or 'traditional herbs,' but this limits the ability to advertise efficacy. The drugs that meet our standards are actually quite popular there, but there are too many legal restrictions. There are many difficulties in improving and increasing the number of products available for the market."

"During dinner just now, they mentioned several types of medications needed for mild symptoms and to relieve discomfort."

Old Hu thought for a moment, then counted on his fingers and said:
"What I remember right now includes relief of early symptoms of colds and flu, mild digestive discomfort such as bloating, loss of appetite, and abdominal distension, as well as conditioning of non-organic fatigue, lack of physical strength, and sub-health conditions."

"Relieving chronic pain, especially joint pain and lower back pain, is difficult to register as an analgesic, but topical preparations such as medicated oils, medicated wines, and plasters containing ingredients that promote blood circulation, remove blood stasis, and dispel wind and dampness, such as the basic ingredients of Huoluo Xiaoling Dan and Zhuanggu Guanjie Wan, are very popular in ordinary European communities and among some wealthy people who love sports."

"They often interpret similar effects as magical Eastern magic that relieves discomfort."

"There are also aids for recovery from sprains and bruises, calming the nerves and promoting sleep, as well as relieving mild anxiety, neurasthenia, and autonomic nervous system dysfunction... Oh, and there are also aids for quitting smoking."

After saying that, he paused and then said to Fang Yan:

"These are just some initial discussions tonight. They've actually done their research on the products we can list in Southeast Asia, and they really hope we can list there. Of course... we have to overcome the technical issues ourselves, and they've shown that they can't change the legal aspects."

"That means we'll have to trouble Professor Zeng and Professor Jin, those two fellow students."

Fang Yan nodded, took out the sea dragon needle and pointed it at Lao Hu, saying:

"Get in the car, I'll give you a couple of injections to help you sober up."

Seeing his headache, Fang Yan knew that if she didn't take action, Lao Hu wouldn't be able to sleep well that night.

Upon hearing Fang Yan say this, Lao Hu nodded.

The two returned to the car and started acupuncture again. Meanwhile, Lao Hu didn't forget to ask Lao Cui to take the dean back first.

The dean wasn't in a hurry either, saying he'd wait for Fang Yan to go back together later, as he had something to discuss with her.

So Fang Yan gave Lao Hu acupuncture, leaving the needles in the car while Lao Hu remained inside. He then got out of the car and went to the dean's side to ask:

"What's the matter?"

The dean looked around to make sure no one was there before leaning closer to Fang Yan and whispering:
"While you were talking to Mr. Hu, I remembered that you could contact the Ministry of Health about your product meeting European standards."

Fang Yan, seeing the dean's sly look and hearing his words, was momentarily stunned and asked:

"Hmm? What's the explanation?"

The dean clicked his tongue and said:

"Oh my, are you stupid! Such a good opportunity to recruit a group of Chinese medicine talents into the secret formula research institute, do you really want Professor Jin and Professor Zeng to do everything by themselves?"

"Moreover, the wind has now emerged that the country wants to vigorously promote scientific and technological development and international exchanges."

“Exporting Chinese medicine products to earn foreign exchange and entering the higher-end European market, while adhering to international standards, is a direction that the country is highly concerned about and hopes to promote. Your research team's proposal of this project at this time is a model of responding to the call, and it deserves policy support and resources.”

"Now that everything is in place, are you stupid not to take this opportunity to expand your secret formula research institute and get the country's attention?"

Fang Yan was startled upon hearing this, then slapped his forehead and exclaimed in realization:

"Eh...that's right!"

Lao Hu clearly pointed out the core difficulties in entering the European market: regulatory barriers, standardization, and dosage form modification.

These are all engineering and technical problems that require a large number of specialized talents to solve systematically.

Even with their exceptional talents, Professor Jin and Professor Zeng alone would be overwhelmed by the heavy workload of specific research and technical verification, and would be unable to cover all areas.

The study of traditional Chinese medicine alone is enough to give anyone a headache, especially since it conforms to international standards. The pharmacological analysis, toxicological testing, extraction process, stability testing, quality standardization, and packaging design involved are all massive undertakings.

The sheer size of the project isn't the problem; the real concern is the lack of support from higher authorities.

But the higher-ups are supporting it now; a science conference was just held recently, so the cause is perfectly legitimate.

"You are responding to the national call to conduct key technology research for the internationalization of traditional Chinese medicine," this title sounds impressive and is politically correct. Compared to simply secretly researching core formulas, this approach is more likely to secure government funding, research grants, and experimental resources.

"Moreover, we can openly recruit professionals in fields such as traditional Chinese medicine chemistry, pharmaceutical analysis, pharmaceutics, pharmacology, toxicology, and production management from universities across the country, such as Guangzhou University of Chinese Medicine, Shanghai University of Traditional Chinese Medicine, Capital University of Chinese Medicine, drug testing institutes, and experienced Chinese medicine factories. These professionals may have concerns about secret formula research, but they are more interested in legitimate scientific research projects."

"Also, don't forget that there are still many people in the club you organized waiting for you to give them a chance. There are not only traditional Chinese medicine practitioners but also Western medicine practitioners in the club. They all want to follow you to do great things. You need to broaden your horizons."

“Actively participating in national initiatives solves practical problems, generates foreign exchange through exports, and enhances the country’s soft power. This will inevitably increase your and the institute’s value and positive image in the eyes of higher-ups, helping to solidify your position.”

After he finished speaking, he patted Fang Yan on the shoulder, speaking earnestly:
"You need to change your mindset. You're a cadre now, and a student second, understand?"

Fang Yan was stunned for several seconds after hearing what the dean said.

To be honest, no one has ever said these things to him before. It was only tonight, when the dean was a little drunk and the timing was right, that the dean said these things.

This suddenly elevated Fang Yan's perspective by several degrees.

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

(End of this chapter)