Rebirth 1977 Great Era

Chapter 1132 The True Attitude of Foreigners Towards Traditional Chinese Medicine: Let Dialect Be the Traitor! (Bonus Chapter for Monthly Tickets: 3K Chapters)

The three of them entered the private room, where the cafeteria had already prepared the food.

Six dishes and one soup, including both meat and vegetables.

Surprisingly, there were two bottles of Moutai on the table.

Fang Yan glanced at the direction of the next private room, knowing that the hospital director and leaders from the Ministry of Health were there. The two bottles of wine were definitely meant to get Fang Yan drunk and then extract more information from them.

Composing himself, Fang Yan pulled out the chair at the head of the table and gestured to the He family father and son:
"Uncle, cousin, sit down. You must be hungry after a busy morning. Let's eat and chat."

He Jingwei, with a beaming smile, pulled his son to sit down and said to Fang Yan:

"Thank you so much, Fangyan, your arrangements are really thoughtful."

He Dong's gaze shifted between Moutai and the local dialect.

Yesterday they were ripped off by their poor relatives, and today it's finally the other people's turn to bleed.

“Cousin, this is too much. This wine isn’t cheap in China,” He Dong said to Fang Yan.

He thought that judging from the amount of wine Fang Yan had prepared, it was clear that he did value the father and son, so things were easier to discuss.

Fang Yan smiled as he picked up the bottle and skillfully unscrewed the cap, releasing a rich aroma of wine.

"Hey, it's rare to have the chance to reunite with family in China, and today's meal is even more precious. As for wine, of course we should prepare some. Uncle, cousin, come on, let's fill our glasses first?"

His gentle smile put the He family father and son at ease, and he filled their glasses with baijiu (Chinese liquor).

"Alright, alright!" He Jingwei saw a cup being filled to the brim and thought to himself that he still had important business to discuss, but this cup had made him dizzy.

"Tea should be served half full, and wine should be served full. This is the proper way to treat guests. Everything should be filled to the brim," Fang Yan said as he filled the other two cups as well.

Fang Yan picked up his cup and said to them:

"Let's start with this toast to welcome my uncle and cousin back. I'll drink this first, you can drink as you like."

After saying that, he picked up the cup and downed it in one gulp.

The He family father and son were stunned for a moment, and then they had no choice but to pick up their cups and drink with Fang Yan.

After finishing his drink, He Jingwei let out a long breath, feeling that it had been a bit strong. He Dong, on the other hand, relaxed completely, smiled, and took the initiative to pick up the wine to fill Fang Yan's glass.

Fang Yan held the wine glass with both hands and let his cousin He Dong pour it for him, appearing very humble.

Seeing this scene, He Dong said to Fang Yan:

"Cousin, I apologize for my rudeness this morning. I hope you won't take it to heart. I hope you'll take good care of me in the future. I'll make you pay for this!"

"Not at all, it's just normal conversation!" Fang Yan smiled and raised her glass to clink with his.

After finishing the drink, He Dong felt more relaxed and invited them to eat in his dialect.

He Dong asked Fang Yan:

"What is your relationship with that Jin Wubing?"

He said in dialect:

"Actually, it doesn't matter. Jin Wubing is from the Zhigongtang in San Francisco, USA. This is the first time I've met him since he came back. It's mainly because I saved a high-ranking member of their Zhigongtang last time, and he is very grateful to me. It's that simple."

“Oh, I understand now…” He Dong nodded.

Then he poured more wine and said to Fang Yan:

"We've become friends through a misunderstanding, but seeing my cousin's truly superb medical skills today, I'm ashamed of my own inferiority. No wonder Professor Huang was willing to travel all the way back to China to find you..."

He Dong had only had two drinks and was about to get straight to the point when his father, He Jingwei, gently kicked him back under the table.

"Dad..." He Dong was a little confused when he was interrupted. Wasn't this the matter he was supposed to be discussing today?
He Jingwei raised his glass and gestured to Fang Yan: "Speaking of which, when we came back this time, we saw that you have made such a name for yourself in the country at such a young age, especially your secret technique of bringing the dead back to life. You have really made our He family and our elders proud! For that alone, I have to toast you!"

“Oh, Uncle, you’re too kind,” Fang Yan replied.

At this moment, He Jingwei tilted his head back and downed the entire glass of wine in one gulp, displaying a bold and unrestrained manner, while subtly hinting at the theme in his words.

He Dong watched from the side, thinking to himself that it was his father who intended to speak for him.

The person speaking in the dialect smiled, raised their glass, took a small sip, and didn't drink it all in one go.

“Uncle, you flatter me. It’s all part of healing and saving lives. The secret recipe is the culmination of the efforts of our predecessors in traditional Chinese medicine. I just modified it and used it. It just so happened that the patient was not destined to die. With a little more hope, he survived.”

Speaking modestly in his dialect, he picked up the serving chopsticks and placed a piece of food on the plates of both He Jingwei and He Dong.
"Come on, don't just drink alcohol, try this braised lion's head meatball, it's our cafeteria chef's specialty."

Fang Yan turned to them and asked again:

"By the way, speaking of which, I still don't know exactly what kind of work my uncle and cousin do abroad."

Upon hearing the question about dialect, the He father and son exchanged a glance, and ultimately He Jingwei spoke:
"Oh, we work at Professor Huang's medical company, which specializes in providing people with TCM-based health care and chronic disease treatment programs."

“Some wealthy Chinese and some high-ranking foreigners do not use Western medicine themselves. Instead, they have more faith in traditional Chinese medicine. They are afraid of Western medicine’s surgical cutting and cutting, because organs cannot grow back after being removed. Traditional Chinese medicine does not have these problems, and we serve these people.”

Fang Yan suddenly realized what was going on and said:
"It sounds pretty good!" "I just didn't expect traditional Chinese medicine to have such a large market overseas. I thought they were trying to eliminate it."

Upon hearing the dialect, He Dong gave him a look as if he were a country bumpkin, and then burst into laughter:

"Hahaha... Cousin with dialect, you... hahaha..."

He Jingwei kicked his son under the table, signaling him not to be too presumptuous. He Dong then realized what was happening and said to Fang Yan:

"It's not what you expected, is it?"

He nodded in dialect.

He Dong said:

"The logic is actually very simple. They are not stupid. They know what is useful and what is not. What they want is to make traditional Chinese medicine unavailable to people at the bottom and to make it a medical system exclusively for the high-end population."

"It's like the imperial physicians that only ancient emperors could use."

"Of course, in terms of publicity, we have to say the opposite... you know what I mean."

Fang Yan raised his glass with a look of resignation:

"I understand, I understand. I was wondering why there were anti-traditional Chinese medicine movements in China at the beginning of the century. Now I see."

He Dong said:

"That's because there are people who specifically provide the funding. For example, the Rockefeller Foundation, which invested in the construction of Peking Union Medical College Hospital, invested money to promote the strategy of 'replacing traditional Chinese medicine with Western medicine' in an attempt to monopolize the traditional Chinese medicine medical system, but ultimately failed."

Hearing this, Fang Yan was somewhat surprised. This information was only released by the United States itself more than 30 years later. How could He Dong know about it now?
Seeing Fang Yan's surprised expression, He Dong was quite pleased with himself.

There must be things that people in dialects don't know, right?

"I heard all of this from Professor Huang and his friends; it's not a big secret," He Dong said.

At this moment, He Jingwei said to Fang Yan:

"If you want to develop in China, you will inevitably encounter these competitors sooner or later. On the contrary, there are no such constraints abroad. Take the people who study auricular acupuncture, for example. They were inspired by traditional Chinese medicine classics and are now making a fortune."

"It's not really research. It's just digging out a small part of the iceberg from ancient Chinese medicine books, repackaging it, and calling it an internationally leading treatment."

"Just like you said, the secret recipe is the culmination of the hard work of our predecessors in traditional Chinese medicine. You just modified it and put it into use. It's the same principle... These are all ways to make money!"

Dialect toast:

"What my uncle said...makes sense!"

Next, Fang Yan subtly inquired about other things abroad, mainly to let the leaders on the other side hear.

During this time, Fang Yan drank quite a bit of alcohol with them, and both of them became flushed.

After chatting for a while, He Dong finally couldn't hold back any longer. Seeing that his father still wasn't getting to the point, he leaned forward slightly and lowered his voice during a break when the waiter was adding more food:
“Cousin, let’s cut to the chase. To be honest, since we came back, my dad and grandpa have been really eager to see what your secret formula is all about. Professor Huang is also very curious about it! It can definitely save many more lives in England and bring you unimaginable rewards.” His eyes were fervent. “Given the situation in China, cousin, how much can you earn with all your hard work? Why not…”

"Xiao Dong!" He Jingwei suddenly pulled his son's arm and interrupted him sharply.

But he quickly put on an apologetic smile and said to Fang Yan:

"Your cousin is just being straightforward! Don't take his dialect to heart. Actually... he thinks you're very capable and wants everyone to be well."

He picked up his glass again and said:

"What your brother means is... your secret formula is too precious, and it can't be fully utilized in China. We're family, blood is thicker than water! If you're willing to cooperate and share the technology, we have a ready-made laboratory and the best distribution channels over there, and you'll get the lion's share of the profits! We can even bring your parents and family over to enjoy a comfortable retirement! It's so much better than being restricted in everything you do in China!"

Fang Yan put down his chopsticks, his smile deepening. He leaned back and forward, his gaze slowly sweeping between the father and son.

Finally, they said it, and Fang Yan, looking thoughtful, said:
"Uncle, cousin, which secret recipe are you talking about?"

He Dong said impatiently:

"Of course, it's the secret formula you have that's known as the 'Western Medicine Sputnik Crisis'!"

Fang Yan shook his head and said:

"That won't do. There are regulations from above. Handing it over would be a violation of discipline."

Upon hearing Fang Yan's words, He Dong said:
"Oh, when you come abroad with us for a carefree time, why do you care about the rules?"

He Jingwei then said:

"Exactly. And with your current skills, you'd be top-notch even overseas. You wouldn't have to be controlled by anyone; you could live as carefree as you want."

Both of them had drunk quite a bit and were getting a little tipsy, but Fang Yan still shook his head and said:
"You're joking, do I look like someone who can go out like this?"

After saying that, he paused and asked:
"Or perhaps you have connections to get people in China to help me get out?"

PS: After finishing this chapter, I currently owe everyone 5000 words.

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

(End of this chapter)