Rebirth 1977 Great Era

Chapter 1215 Making the Leaders Write a Letter of Thanks! My Best Friend is Sick (Bonus Chapter for Monthly Tickets)
After lunch, I continued my medical appointments in the afternoon.

The old men had all sorts of ailments, and the Western medicine doctors were busy with all sorts of procedures, but Fang Yan did it all by himself.

Not only did Fang Yan make a name for himself in front of the old leader, but he also accumulated a lot of experience in treating geriatric diseases in just one day.

He discovered that geriatric diseases are never simply a combination of diseases.

Like an old general suffering from coronary heart disease who also has knee osteophytes and constipation, seemingly unrelated ailments, the root cause lies in qi deficiency and blood stasis.

It is the lack of heart qi that leads to blood stasis, and the deficiency of middle qi that leads to weakness in propulsion. Even the pain in the knees is a manifestation of stagnation where there is no flow.

Previously, his doctor's conventional blood-activating and stasis-removing medicine had little effect. It wasn't until the addition of Codonopsis pilosula and Astragalus membranaceus to replenish qi, which not only helped blood circulation but also supported the body's vital energy, that the old man's chest pain was relieved and even his bowel movements became smoother.

Fang Yan increased the dosage of medicine in this direction, which made him realize that the blood stasis in the elderly is mostly caused by deficiency, and to treat blood stasis, one must first replenish qi, just like one must store enough water before dredging a river.

There was also an elderly woman suffering from insomnia. Her pulse was as thin as a thread, and her tongue was bright red with no coating. Western medicine diagnosed her with neurasthenia, but the more she took sleeping pills, the more agitated she became.

Fang Yan immediately used a simple formula of Ophiopogon japonicus and Polygonatum odoratum to nourish Yin, and added a small amount of Polygonum multiflorum to calm the mind. He did not use any strong sedative drugs. The old lady drank it on the spot, and soon she became sleepy.

This made Fang Yan realize that the fire in the old man's body was mostly dry fire, like a withered branch meeting a spark. Nourishing yin was more important than extinguishing the fire.

Similarly, for the same purpose of promoting blood circulation and removing blood stasis, 15 grams of Danshen is not much for a young adult, but 10 grams for an elderly person over 70 years old must be combined with Danggui to nourish blood; for the same purpose of promoting diuresis, Alisma is fine for young people, but for the elderly, it is necessary to add Dioscorea opposita to strengthen the spleen, so as not to damage Yin by promoting diuresis.

In summary, the essence of geriatric diseases is actually a disease of time. To give an analogy, the human body's internal organs are like a machine that has been running for decades. Although the parts are a bit old, they have worn themselves into a balance.

At this point, the treatment isn't about replacing parts, but rather about lubricating the bearings and removing rust from the gears. It's about finding a delicate balance between repair and maintenance so that this old machine can continue to run gently.

If things get out of hand, the whole balance will be broken, and then the machine might not just break down on the spot, it could be more than just a problem with its operation.

……

The doctor's appointments lasted until six o'clock. After seeing off the last elderly patient, the clinic fell silent instantly, and the sun was already setting outside the window.

Fang Yan rubbed his throbbing temples. The day's intense concentration and constant talking had made his throat a little dry. Although his body could still handle it because he had practiced martial arts, his throat was starting to feel the strain.

At this moment, there is a thick stack of medical records on the table, recording the physical conditions of dozens of senior leaders and their dialectical thinking.

These items still need to be filed and submitted.

"That was tough..." He stood up and stretched, then picked up the enamel mug that had long since gone cold and took a big gulp of tea. The icy liquid slid down his throat, slightly relieving his fatigue.

But we can't rest now. The senior leaders who came today are of extraordinary importance; they were all personally arranged and delivered by Director Liao.

No matter how tiring the treatment process is or how successful the outcome is, this reporting call must be made, and it must be made promptly.

Fang Yan got up, walked to the public telephone hanging on the wall of the lobby outside the clinic, took a deep breath, and picked up the receiver.

At this moment, apart from the nurse assisting him, there was no one else on the entire floor.

It looks empty.

He dialed the number that required a switchboard transfer with practiced ease.

The beeping of a transfer came through the receiver, and Fang Yan's back straightened even more unconsciously.

A moment later, the call was connected.

"Hello... This is the Overseas Chinese Affairs Office." The person on the other end of the phone was Gao Han, Director Liao's new secretary.

The dialect gets straight to the point:
"Secretary Gao, it's me, Fang Yan. I'm looking for Director Liao!"

The cold voice on the other end of the phone immediately became more friendly:
"Director Fang, okay, please wait a moment, I'll go upstairs to find Director Liao."

After a while, Director Liao's voice came:
"Dialect! Hahaha... How are you? You must be exhausted today!"

The dialect responded:
"Fortunately, a total of 67 elderly people came today, and all of them have now completed their treatment. The last one just left."

Director Liao seemed quite happy and said to Fang Yan:

"Some of them are here with me, praising your medical skills!"

Fang Yan suddenly realized that some people went to Director Liao's clinic after their doctor's appointment.

He responded:

"Thanks to their cooperation and trust, the whole process went very smoothly without any mistakes."

Director Liao said to Fang Yan, "Yes, you've really worked hard today. These old folks are cured. I'll have them write you a thank-you letter later!"

Fang Yan was taken aback. He wanted these former leaders to write him thank-you letters?

Their identities are different; their thank-you letters are not just ordinary patients' expressions of gratitude. One or two is fine, but many are equivalent to some kind of "authoritative certification."

Moreover, these veterans have accumulated connections and resources across various industries throughout their lives. Their letters of thanks, while seemingly written acknowledgments, are in fact a form of implicit personal favors.

For those within the system, this is a tangible and visible achievement.

These thank-you letters will become a significant achievement in one's resume.

"That's incredibly valuable!" Fang Yan exclaimed.

Director Liao laughed on the other end of the phone:
“What’s so valuable about it? You deserve it. These old guys are very stubborn. Getting a genuine compliment from them is more precious than any award.”

"They said themselves that their old ailments felt much better after a few acupuncture needles and massages. They haven't even taken the medicine yet, but they already know it's definitely the right one."

That being said, without Director Liao's endorsement, they certainly wouldn't have reacted so strongly.

He said in dialect:

"You flatter me. To be honest, it was you who gave me the opportunity to interact with these senior figures."

This is an opportunity that other doctors may never encounter in their entire lives.

Of course, even if you do encounter it, you might not be able to catch it.

Only because his medical skills in dialect could withstand the test was Director Liao willing to create an opportunity for him.

Upon hearing the dialect, Director Liao burst into laughter on the other end of the phone:
"Haha, you little rascal, when did you start saying these kinds of things?"

Then he changed the subject:
"But to be honest, these old guys are the country's treasures. You cured them today, which is a contribution to the country. What's a few thank-you letters? This is recognition of you, and you deserve it."

Fang Yan didn't refuse anymore and said:

"I'll do whatever you say!"

Director Liao said:
"Alright, I won't say any more to you. You should go back and rest. You're exhausted today."

After saying that, he added:
"I'll have Gao Han bring you some things tomorrow. They sent some tonics with them when they came to Beijing this time. I can't finish them all. You've worked hard all day, so I'll give you some tonics."

Fang Yan was taken aback:
"Oh, you're too kind."

Director Liao said:
"Alright, alright, it's settled then! They're calling me."

He then hung up the phone.

Fang Yan didn't know what kind of supplement Director Liao was talking about, but since it was a gift, he accepted it.

After hanging up the phone, Fang Yan made some arrangements with the nurses and then went home after get off work.

When they arrived home, the food was ready. Upon seeing Fang Yan return, everyone greeted him and prepared to eat dinner.

Before we even touched our chopsticks, my mother asked in dialect:

"By the way, do you still remember Aunt Wang Huiyuan?"

Fang Yan was taken aback:
"I remember, we met at the Ministry of Health a while ago, what's up?"

The old woman said:

"Her family called today and said she's sick, so I was thinking, should we go see her?"

Fang Yan was taken aback. Wang Huiyuan was the person who arranged for him to work at Tongrentang when he first returned to the city. If it weren't for her, Fang Yan wouldn't have been able to get into Tongrentang.

"Wasn't she perfectly fine before? How come she suddenly got sick?" Fang Yan remembered that the last time he saw her was when she was in a meeting with Director Sun.

"Sigh, they say he's having brain problems and isn't thinking straight. His family wants to have you take a look," the old woman said.

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(End of this chapter)