Rebirth 1977 Great Era

Chapter 1205 Medical Support for Meritorious Service Members: A Heavy Burden on Their Shoulders (Bonus Chapter for Monthly Tickets)

"I don't know yet, they haven't notified me." Fang Yan said to Editor-in-Chief Xia.

Fang Yan wasn't part of the Central Medical and Health Care Group, and the person in charge of this area at the Ministry of Health wasn't Vice Minister Li, so Fang Yan felt the possibility was uncertain.

Moreover, this matter is being decided by a few people at the very top, who are extremely busy, so whether they will even know about it is unknown.

Of course, it would be a good thing to be able to show your face in such an occasion and let more leaders see you.

However, it always feels a bit like profiting from tragedy, so the dialect doesn't insist on this.

No longer dwelling on the matter, Fang Yan inquired about the printing progress from Editor-in-Chief Xia.

"You need it urgently? We'll print it 24/7, and the first batch can be shipped out tomorrow afternoon."

"I urge you about the work progress six times a day, don't worry."

Editor-in-Chief Xia responded in dialect.

Hearing what Editor-in-Chief Xia said, Fang Yan understood. After saying goodbye to Editor-in-Chief Xia, he called Qin Kaiyuan, the General Logistics Department of the army, to inform him of the progress.

Qin Kaiyuan was quite surprised by Fang Yan and his team's efficiency. The meeting was on August 1st, and today is only the 9th, yet Fang Yan and his team have already reported that the first batch will be sent out tomorrow. This efficiency is really quite high.

After reporting the progress, Fang Yan finished her work for lunch.

I checked the time; it was just past ten o'clock.

Being a leader may seem like you're very busy, but it's really not that complicated... The people below you are the ones who are busy working behind the scenes, while the leader only needs to give orders.

Just like the dean taught him, a leader's job is to issue orders, manage logistics, and ensure that rewards and punishments are in place. Don't worry about things that aren't your responsibility; leave professional matters to professionals.

Leaders who habitually point fingers and seek attention are less popular than hands-off managers.

Fang Yan then returned home.

As a result, as soon as I got home, I saw Lao Hu taking his two fathers out.

"What's going on? Where are you planning to go?"

Fang Yan asked them.

Old Hu said to the dialect:

"The production line upgrade plan has been completed, and we plan to go to Chaoyang Dongba to see how the improvement plan can be implemented."

Fang Yan exclaimed in surprise:
"Doesn't that mean shutting down the production line?"

"Now is the time when we need to get the goods. If we stop production and upgrade the production line, our efficiency will drop."

Lao Hu said:

"We will not shut down the production line for the time being. At present, only the design drawings have been completed. The plan still needs to be optimized, and we will find a factory to manufacture parts before carrying out a detailed modification project."

Fang Yan nodded after hearing this.

Then Lao Hu asked Fang Yan:

"Have you arranged all the staff for your class?"

Fang Yan nodded and said:

"Yes, I've already started working at the research institute."

Then Fang Yan asked his father and the others:

"By the way, did anyone call home?"

Fang Zhenhua and Zhu Guangnan looked at each other in bewilderment.

"No!"

Anyway, I didn't hear it.

The two responded.

Fang Yan nodded, it seemed that the leader had no intention of contacting him.

So Fang Yan told Lao Hu and the others to get on with their work.

After Lao Hu took his fathers to the factory, Fang Yan returned home and began preparing to continue reading.

Just as lunchtime was approaching, the phone rang urgently at home.

Fang Yan put down his book, walked to the table, and picked up the receiver: "Hello, who is this?"

A slightly hoarse voice came from the other end of the phone, with the faint rustling of documents being turned in the background: "Fang Yan, busy?"

Fang Yan was taken aback, and roughly guessed what it was about. He paused, then replied:
"I just finished my work and am resting at home... Director Liao, you called me because you have a task for me?"

"Yes, it was just decided from above." Director Liao's tone was a bit somber on the other end of the phone.

Then he asked:
"You know about the memorial service on the 12th, right?"

Fang Yan's heart skipped a beat; it was indeed about this. He replied, "I know, I saw the newspaper at Editor-in-Chief Xia's this morning."

After saying that, Fang Yan immediately asked:

"Are you asking me to participate in health care tasks?"

"No... After the memorial service, the retired leaders who attended will need to undergo a comprehensive physical examination." Director Liao's voice became clearer. "Considering that these elderly comrades are old and cannot withstand the strain, the Ministry of Health coordinated with Peking Union Medical College Hospital to set up the examination point at your hospital."

Fang Yan was taken aback: "At Peking Union Medical College Hospital?" He thought it was to provide on-site support, but he didn't expect it to be a post-conference medical check-up.

“Yes,” Director Liao said.

“You’re an expert at Peking Union Medical College Hospital and the head of our Overseas Chinese Medical Group. Your coordination skills and medical expertise are undeniable. Old Li and I specifically asked you to lead the security of this medical examination, with a focus on several senior officials with underlying health conditions.”

Instead of attending the memorial service, the job is to handle the follow-up medical examinations. This job may seem less glamorous than being there in person, but it is more practical.

The retired leaders have just participated in a solemn ceremony, and their emotions and physical condition require careful attention; any negligence could lead to problems.

"I understand," Fang Yan quickly replied.

"However, they will not only undergo traditional Chinese medicine examinations, but also Western medicine examinations."

"The hospital needs to coordinate with departments, equipment, and manpower. You should start preparing now, mainly for internal medicine, cardiovascular and cerebrovascular diseases, and orthopedics."

Director Liao added:

"I'll send you the personnel list and the implementation documents this afternoon. They're all veteran comrades with outstanding achievements, so we absolutely can't afford any mistakes."

Fang Yan asked curiously:
"We weren't notified, Dean?"

Director Liao said:
“He has other missions and is already in a classified area. You are the director of the Traditional Chinese Medicine department at Peking Union Medical College Hospital, so you can carry out the missions.”

Upon hearing this, Fang Yan suddenly understood.

"Don't worry, I'll keep an eye on it myself."

Fang Yan said to Director Liao.

He then hung up the phone and breathed a sigh of relief, feeling more at ease. Although the job was demanding, it suited his rhythm better than going to the scene. He didn't need to think about those abstract things; he just needed to treat the patient and take good care of him.

So the dean left, and it was a classified mission?

What could he possibly be doing there?

Could it be that they went to West Germany to pick someone up?

Come to think of it, I didn't see anyone today.

I think I'll have to notify the hospital this afternoon.

He should have contacted the vice president, but since Director Liao had spoken, he had no choice but to agree.

Sure enough, after lunch, the Ministry of Health's document and the list for the 12th arrived.

Looking at the names on the list that she had only seen in newspapers and documents, Fang Yan's heart skipped a beat for no apparent reason.

Behind these names lie legends forged amidst gunfire and explosions.

They are witnesses to history, names from textbooks, but now they have to sit in their own clinics as "patients".

To say I wasn't excited would be a lie.

Just like the scene I imagined when I was a child holding a history book, one day, the people in the book suddenly come out and ask you to diagnose their pulse and prescribe medicine for them.

It's a wonderful feeling, a mix of awe for our predecessors and excitement at finally being able to do something for them.

But the excitement was quickly overshadowed by the heavy responsibility.

The underlying medical conditions are clearly marked next to the list...

Fang Yan's eyelids twitched involuntarily, and he muttered to himself:

"Good heavens... hypertension, coronary heart disease, chronic bronchitis, degenerative joint disease..."

None of them are easy to deal with; they are all stubborn ailments that have been entangled with the passage of time and old wounds for half a lifetime.

Even on ordinary days, it is difficult to treat.

Especially after attending a memorial service, the emotional fluctuations and the fatigue of travel mean that any oversight could lead to a mishap.

Older men really need to be treated with care.

He suddenly realized that the list in his hand was not just a piece of paper, but a heavy burden! This was both an opportunity to show his face and an unprecedented test, even more challenging than meeting the Japanese tomorrow.

"There can't be the slightest mistake," Fang Yan muttered to himself, then got up and walked to his desk to start making a list.

PS: After finishing this chapter, I still owe everyone 23000 words.

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

(End of this chapter)