Rebirth 1977 Great Era

Chapter 1230 Uncle Liangchun Provides a Plan, Mao's Apprentice Serves as Assistant (Two Chapters Combined)
The dialect explained the whole situation from beginning to end.

Upon hearing the dialect phrase "Nine Apertures Ice-Drawing Method," Zhu Liangchun's eyes suddenly lit up, and he said:
“This method is indeed ancient and profound. I have seen it in the ‘External Classics and Subtle Words’, which mentions ‘ice draws through the nine orifices and guides the turbid downwards.’ I did not expect that you would actually find a practical method to implement it.”

He stroked his chin thoughtfully:

"Bezoar and borneol open the orifices and refresh the mind, Glauber's salt softens hardness and disperses nodules, and fresh bamboo sap clears phlegm. This combination is aimed at 'opening the orifices and detoxifying,' but the medicinal properties are on the cold side. It's fortunate that you used astragalus and atractylodes to support it, otherwise it would have really damaged the vital energy."

He said in dialect:

"This is a recipe given by Master Hai Deng, and I just followed it."

Zhu Liangchun said:
"But you only used it after you agreed. You're quite bold to use it like that; most people wouldn't dare."

"There was no other way at the time," Fang Yan said with a wry smile.

“The patient’s condition was already very bad at that time. If I hadn’t done something, the situation would have continued to deteriorate.”

Zhu Liangchun nodded, then asked Fang Yan:

"And what about that doctor you mentioned, whose family has been practicing medicine for nine generations and who specializes in treating brain diseases?"

He said in dialect:

"I only thought of contacting him because I heard some rumors by chance."

"This man is named Tao Guangzheng. His ancestral home is in Hebei Province, and his family has been practicing medicine for nine generations. His ancestors were famous in the area for their skill in treating stroke and headache during the late Qing Dynasty. They were especially skilled in using insect medicine and ancient prescriptions to treat cerebral vascular obstruction."

"In his early years, he treated many patients with headaches and strokes in the local area. People from all over the area said that his family's 'Tongqiao Huoluo Tang' was very effective."

Zhu Liangchun immediately became interested and leaned forward to ask:

"This is a talented person! When will he be able to come to the capital?"

He said in dialect:

"It should be in the next few days. He seems to be cooperating quite well so far, and the Ministry of Health's transfer order has been sent over here."

“It’s very difficult to transfer people now. We have a quota of thirty top talents, and we’ve only transferred eight people so far. Some of them are unruly, so I dragged one out to make an example of him. Now the research institute only has seven top talents transferred here.” After saying that, he glanced at Zeng Yuxun, who was eating heartily.

Upon hearing the dialect, Old Zhu addressed him:
"Transferring people from other units will be delayed as long as possible unless the person is willing. When my hospital was recruiting, we couldn't transfer anyone, so I had to ask them one by one."

Upon hearing his words, Fang Yan thought of the disheveled doctor Chen Zhao and the snake spirit Ji Desheng, all of whom Zhu Liangchun had brought back from the countryside.

“But we can’t invite people from all over the country to speak. The distance is too far. If we had to travel all over the country to invite people, then the research institute and Peking Union Medical College Hospital would be out of a job,” Meng Jimin complained from the side.

Of course, this is indeed a problem that dialects are currently facing.

Fang Yan said to Old Zhu:
"That's right. I only realized this after trying it myself. It's not just the higher-ups who need to cooperate; the people below also need to cooperate. Otherwise, things will move as slowly as they can."

Upon hearing their complaints, Old Zhu suddenly burst into laughter and said:

“This matter is actually not difficult to solve. You are different from me. You have the China Academy of Traditional Chinese Medicine, Capital University of Traditional Chinese Medicine, the Ministry of Health, the Overseas Chinese Affairs Office of the State Council, and even Peking Union Medical College Hospital standing behind you. This is much more attractive than my hospital.”

"These people don't want to leave now for two reasons. First, they have a superior status in their original units, but they will still be subject to management here in the capital, so they don't want to move."

"The second type is that you or your family members don't want to leave your hometown. Actually, both of these are easy to solve."

"Please enlighten me." Fang Yan bowed respectfully.

Old Zhu waved his hand and said:

"It's not really about giving advice."

He took a sip of tea, a glint of shrewdness flashing in his eyes:

"The solution is right at your fingertips... Make good use of the prestigious reputation you have!"

Fang Yan looked thoughtful, and then Zhu Liangchun spoke:
"Aren't the names of Peking Union Medical College and Capital University of Chinese Medicine prestigious enough for those who cling to local authority? Give them the title of 'Specialized Disease Research Group Special Expert' and allow them to participate in national-level research projects!"

"Take Tao Guangzheng from XJ, for example. Why was he willing to give up his position as dean to come to Beijing? Of course, there's the reason that he's closer to home, but what he's really after is the opportunity to use his family's unique skills and tackle world-class problems here!"

"For those who are worried about leaving their hometown, send a telegram directly to their workplace, explaining that the school and workplace here are ready, and ask when they can arrive. If they are more aggressive, send them three months' salary... I have used this trick more than once when recruiting. It seems a bit tacky, but it is absolutely effective. Even if the person hesitates, their family members who have received the money will speak up for you."

"Haha, that's a great move!" Old Hu nodded with a smile; he really felt it was a good idea.

Then Zhu Liangchun said:
"As for those stubborn procrastinators, let's just get rid of them. You can bring up these issues at the mid-year conference this year, and the health department personnel from various places who are present, as well as some invited senior doctors, will naturally take the message back with them."

"Tell them that there are only thirty spots available. Those who drag their feet won't be considered. Anyone else who wants to come is welcome to volunteer. With such a powerful backer, are you worried about no one coming?"

“Stubborn people just can’t see the situation clearly. They won’t listen to reason, so the only option is to eliminate them.”

"After the conference, many talented people will definitely come looking for you, far more than ten times the number of people you drove away by making an example of them!"

He said in dialect:

"This is using the words 'fame and fortune' separately. It provides a platform for those who want to get things done, gives real benefits to those who care about their families, and gives a push to those who are hesitant. It is indeed more effective than rigid approaches."

Old Zhu said:
"To cure an illness, you need to prescribe the right medicine; the same applies to hiring people. Do you really think those people are content to stay in small places?"

"Who doesn't want to make a name for themselves? You have national-level research projects, difficult and complicated cases transferred from all over the country, and Peking Union Medical College Hospital is providing them with a platform. This temptation is more real than anything else."

After saying that, he added meaningfully:
"Actually, if this information were out in the open, many people would flock to it, but the strangest thing is that not many people are willing to come now. In my opinion... someone didn't spread the message completely, and described your place as a den of dragons and tigers."

Judging from the dialect, is this another dig at Director Sun?
To be honest, Fang Yan felt that Director Sun did have some problems.

If it weren't for Vice Minister Li standing up for him, Fang Yan really wouldn't have been able to do anything about him.

However, he didn't bring the dialect to the table; he simply bowed to Old Zhu.
"Thank you for clearing up my doubts!"

Zhu Liangchun noticed the fleeting understanding in Fang Yan's eyes, knowing he had grasped the unspoken meaning, but he didn't point it out. He simply picked up his teacup and gently blew away the foam.
"Some things are better left unsaid; you don't need to say them out loud. What you need to do now is set up the stage. Once the stage is stable, people who understand will naturally come to you."

"Uncle is right," Fang Yan replied, already starting to plan the charter for the mid-year conference... He needed to draft a detailed list of topics first.

The conversation then shifted to Lao Hu about the master's Chinese medicine products selling very well in Hong Kong.

Fang Yan originally thought that Lao Hu was taking the opportunity to get Zhu Liangchun involved, but he didn't say that.

Fang Yan then realized that he hadn't thought of what medicine to use.

When Zhu Liangchun was asked about the insecticides they used, he didn't delve any deeper into the topic.

Insecticides can be quite a test of a wealthy person's psychological resilience.

That evening, Zhu Liangchun and Chen Youqing were arranged to stay in a bedroom partitioned off from Fang Yan's study.

The environment here is quite nice, even more charming than the front yard, since it hasn't been renovated like the front yard, but has retained its original character.

Zhu Liangchun also has a specialist consultation at Dongzhimen Hospital tomorrow, so Fang Yan can't go with him.

However, Fang Yan still arranged for Anton to go over and assist him.

Anton has been studying with Fang Yan for so long, and last time it was proven that he is a very good assistant. Fang Yan has seen Zhu Liangchun make a diagnosis. It is definitely not enough to only have Chen Youqing to help him. We still need to arrange an assistant for him.

Fang Yan had no one else to help him, and he had a lot of things to do himself, so he could only send his apprentice, An Dong, to do it.

After the arrangements were made, Anton readily agreed, but his young apprentice Zhao Zhengyi also wanted to go along.

He prefers learning traditional Chinese medicine to playing with his friends.

Fang Yan thought for a moment and asked Zeng Yuxun if he wanted to go, since his father was also a doctor and maybe he was interested in studying medicine too.

When I asked, they said they weren't planning to go.

He said his father made him memorize all sorts of things, and he still can't remember them all.

Fang Yan also knows that everyone's talents are different, and you can't force these things. Anyway, there are still quite a few children here, so letting them play in the yard is the same. School will start in just over ten days anyway.

After everything was arranged here, Fang Yan went back to her bedroom to sleep.

Zhu Lin asked Fang Yan:

"Have you sent the telegram yet?"

Fang Yan was taken aback, then slapped his forehead!

Whoops!
Distracted by his old classmate's illness, he completely forgot about it. He had originally planned to send a telegram, but ended up coming back to cook instead. Fang Yan said to the Queen with a grin:

"Sorry, honey, I forgot! I'll send it out first thing tomorrow morning."

Upon hearing the dialect, Zhu Lin laughed:
"Alright, it's nothing serious, so there's no need to apologize."

"You have enough to do every day, why don't you apply for a personal assistant or secretary or something?"

Fang Yan shook his head and said:

“I’ve thought about this before, but there’s no suitable person around me.”

"Most of the work I do is professional in nature, requiring people who understand traditional Chinese medicine and can also handle some administrative matters. Such people are not easy to find. I found one, but unfortunately, he was transferred to sea by his superiors."

At this point, Fang Yan thought of Director Sun, who was the one who transferred the people, and suddenly felt a headache coming on. Was it because he was destined to be at odds with him? He was involved in all sorts of messy things.

"You mean He Puren?" Zhu Lin asked.

Fang Yan nodded.

Zhu Lin said to him:
"Don't just focus on the people around you. There are quite a few people in your club at Peking Union Medical College Hospital. Some of them would definitely like to train under your guidance, even if they are in Western medicine, they would be willing to switch professions."

"Oh? There's such a saying?" Fang Yan asked curiously.

Zhu Lin said with a smile:

"Of course, don't underestimate your own attractiveness."

"Back when you and your club members were discussing things in the cafeteria every day, so many people admired you. If you had just given them a hint, there would definitely have been people willing to come over."

Fang Yan touched his chin as he listened, pondering the matter of arranging for a Western doctor from Peking Union Medical College Hospital to be by his side.

Ultimately, the idea of ​​using dialects was temporarily shelved.

Fang Yan tapped her fingertips lightly on the headboard, but finally shook her head: "Forget it, hiring a Western doctor as an assistant at this stage might cause some awkwardness."

Zhu Lin was somewhat surprised: "What do you mean?"

“Think about it,” Fang Yan said, turning to look at her.
“Most of the patients I have now are being treated with a combination of traditional Chinese and Western medicine. Take that glioma patient, for example. The Western medicine treatment plan is conservative observation, while I am using the ‘Nine Apertures Ice-Drawing Method’. If my assistant is from a Western medicine background, he might subconsciously think that these methods are ‘unscientific’ and convey the information to the patient with prejudice, which could actually make things worse.”

He paused, recalling a hospital consultation in his previous life, where a Western medicine doctor said in front of the patient, "Traditional Chinese medicine is just a placebo," and the family immediately demanded to transfer to another hospital.

Such clashes in professional philosophy cannot be smoothed over by mere "admiration".

If someone has already stepped into some of the pitfalls for you, there's no need for you to do it again.

This is one of my strengths.

“That makes sense…” Zhu Lin nodded.

Then she thought for a moment and said:

"Then why don't you just make Anton your assistant? You trained him yourself, so there shouldn't be any problem."

Fang Yan thought for a moment and said:
"They can handle it, but it's not really suitable for long-term use. Their child will have to go to college later."

Zhu Lin said:

"Then let's use it for now. Anyway, his father is a highly qualified person who has been tested and proven, so there shouldn't be any problem with his background."

He said in dialect:

"Then I'll ask him to give it a try, since he's interested in this too."

Zhu Lin was pleased to see that Fang Yan had adopted his suggestion and said:

"Then I'll talk to him about it tomorrow."

Fang Yan agreed.

The couple chatted about other things for a while, and then, as night deepened, they went to sleep.

Time flew by and it was early the next morning.

Zhu Liangchun joined Fang Yan and the others for their morning exercise and witnessed firsthand how lively Fang Yan's home was; the courtyard was full of people exercising early in the morning.

When it was time for breakfast, he saw the health-preserving porridge he ate every day. The recipe was a gift he gave Fang Yan and Zhu Lin when they got engaged, and Fang Yan's family still makes it every day. This made the old man feel valued.

Although I didn't say it out loud, I was quite happy inside.

Then Fang Yan also talked to An Dong about being his assistant.

Anton was helping to carry the porridge bowls when he heard this and his hand suddenly stopped, the porridge spoon making a crisp sound as it hit the rim of the bowl.

He was clearly excited. He looked up, his eyes shining like stars, yet he seemed somewhat incredulous: "Master, you mean... you want me to help you handle those medical cases?"

Fang Yan smiled and nodded: "It's not just medical cases, but also miscellaneous matters at the research institute and letters from all over the country. You have to learn to manage them all. You've been with me for over a year and have learned a lot in various aspects, but you lack experience in overall coordination."

Zhu Lin, who was drinking porridge, chimed in, "Anton is a reliable kid. Last time I saw him giving acupuncture to his neighbor, Aunt Natasha, at home. His technique was even better than some doctors who practice medicine in clinics. Having him work with you is better than hiring a novice."

Upon being praised, Anton's face flushed red, and he gripped the porridge spoon tighter. "I...I'm afraid I won't do a good job. I can't understand those research reports or the Ministry of Health's documents..."

“Nobody is born knowing these things,” Fang Yan said, placing an egg on his plate. “Starting tomorrow, I’ll teach you the tricks of the trade every night. If you don’t understand something, just ask me. You’re quick-witted, so you’ll learn these things fast.”

Zhao Zhengyi, still holding his bowl of porridge, suddenly looked up and said, "Master, what about me? I want to learn too!"

Fang Yan was taken aback, and everyone around him burst into laughter.

This little guy is so young, he doesn't even know many words, yet he still wanted to help.

What his senior brother has, he must also have.

Fang Yan chuckled and tapped his head. "You're still young. Once Anton has grasped the basics, he can teach you."

The little guy immediately wilted, but then secretly glanced at Anton, his eyes full of envy.

After breakfast, Fang Yan went to Peking Union Medical College Hospital for ward rounds. After that, she had to go to the research institute.

After getting in the car, Fang Yan also took Zhu Liangchun, who was going to see a specialist, there as well.

Of course, Chen Youqing, who assisted him today, and An Dong, as well as little Zhao Zhengyi, were also on the way.

Upon arriving at the entrance of Dongzhimen Hospital, Fang Yan saw that Dean Ouyang was already waiting there.

Speaking of which, Anton was originally apprenticed to by Dongzhimen Hospital.

Today, after a year of study, he is ready to come and serve as an assistant to Zhu Liangchun, the doctor of the Five Poisons.

I wonder what Dean Ouyang's reaction will be when he sees him.

As soon as their car stopped, Dean Ouyang greeted them in his Hunan accent:
"Good spring is the same as 'zhe', and dialect is the same as 'zhe'..."

After exchanging pleasantries, Dean Ouyang finally noticed Anton. He was taken aback at first, then recognized him, and his eyes widened immediately: "Isn't this the kid who became your apprentice last year?" He looked Anton up and down.

Zhu Liangchun said to him:
"This is the assistant that Fang Yan arranged for me."

Dean Ouyang said to Fang Yan in surprise:

"Already capable of being an assistant? Your skill in teaching apprentices surpasses even your master's back then!"

Fang Yan smiled and waved his hand: "It's because the child is willing to put in the effort. Anton, hurry up and greet Dean Ouyang."

Anton quickly bowed and said, "Hello, Dean Ouyang. I'm learning from Elder Zhu today. Please point out any mistakes I've made."

"Oh, no problem, no problem," Dean Ouyang laughed even harder, pulling Zhu Liangchun toward the outpatient building.

After explaining everything in Fangyan's manner, he waved goodbye to them and went to his research institute next door.

When I first arrived here, Dean Zhao Xiwu stopped me:
"Get ready today, colleagues from a research institute in another province are coming to visit."

Fang Yan was taken aback. He had just been thinking about advertising at the conference, and people had already arrived before he even started.
P.S.: There will be an extra chapter later.

(End of this chapter)