Rebirth 1977 Great Era

Chapter 1237 The Future Dean of Peking Union Medical College Hospital Meets with Old Acquaintances at the Ministry of Health's Mid-Year Conference (Bonus Chapter for Monthly Tickets)

The dean didn't hide anything from Fang Yan, saying:
"They've already spoken to me and said I'll be transferred to the ministry."

Fang Yan cupped his hands and smiled:

"Congratulations! In the future, when our institute applies for funding, could you please give us some extra consideration?"

The dean burst into laughter and said:
"Haha, I'm not in the position of approving funding."

"Will it be announced at today's conference?" Fang Yan asked.

The dean said:

"should be."

Fang Yan nodded, then asked:
"So who will be the leader of Peking Union Medical College Hospital in the future?"

"Secretary Cui will take on the role concurrently," the dean said.

"Huh?" Fang Yan was taken aback. The Secretary Cui that the dean mentioned was Cui Jingyi, the secretary of Peking Union Medical College Hospital. She was 61 years old this year and usually managed ideological and political work. This was something Fang Yan hadn't expected.

"Surprised?" the dean asked with a smile.

He said in dialect:

"A bit. I thought they would choose from three vice deans."

The dean said to Fang Yan:

“Secretary Cui is experienced, and very experienced. She has worked in the Health Department of the Jin-Cha-Ji Military Region, the Shanghai Research Institute, the Central Institute of Health, and Beijing Hospital. She also serves as the Vice President of the Huaxia Academy of Medical Sciences. The higher-ups think this position is very suitable for her.”

After saying that, he paused, then spoke to the dialect:

"As for the work arrangements, she will still follow my previous approach, so you don't need to worry about that."

"And this was also Vice Minister Li's suggestion..."

Fang Yan then suddenly realized and nodded:
"Oh, I see!"

Since it was arranged by Vice Minister Li, I don't need to worry.

"Your TCM department is still directly under the hospital director's management. It will remain the same as before and will not affect the development of your department."

"Yes, I understand!" Fang Yan nodded.

The dean smiled at Fang Yan:

"This matter will be announced today, so you already know in advance."

He said in dialect:

"Our three vice deans will probably be somewhat disappointed."

The dean said:

"They are still young and need more experience. They might have a chance in a few years."

Fang Yan recalled that even those in their seventies were considered young among the higher-ups, and realized that what the dean said was true.

The dean greeted him:
"Alright, let's go to the venue!"

Fang Yan nodded, then they each got into their cars and drove towards the venue in the West District.

On the way, Fang Yan chatted with Zhu Lao for a while and was surprised to find that he actually knew Cui Jingyi.

He had interacted with this person several times when he was at the Shanghai Research Institute.

He wasn't particularly outstanding in medical skills, but he was a master at organizational development.

Mr. Zhu had a very high opinion of her.

Fang Yan then started talking about last year's conference.

At that time, Fang Yan was still working at Tongrentang and living near Beijing Institute of Technology. She and Zhu Lin were not yet married. At that time, Zhu Lin was selected to dance, and she and Meng Jimin were still studying physiognomy.

A year has passed, and things have changed a lot.

They unknowingly let slip that they were studying physiognomy, which Master Zhu had forbidden them from learning at the time.

However, the old man didn't say anything now that he knew, because he could also tell that the two of them probably hadn't learned anything worthwhile.

……

When we arrived at the location, there were already quite a few people there.

Last year, more than 1,500 people from all over the country participated, and this year's event was equally large.

After finding a spot to park his car, before he even left the parking lot, someone greeted him.

"Oh my, dialect!"

Fang Yan heard the voice, turned around, and found it was Director Luo from his former employer.

Jia Dapeng was also with him. "Director Luo! Dapeng!" Fang Yan responded with a smile.

"Hello, hello!" Director Luo warmly shook hands with Fang Yan as soon as he came up. He was also filled with emotion. He had previously thought of keeping Fang Yan at Tongrentang for thirty yuan a month, but a year later, Fang Yan had achieved results that exceeded his expectations.

Jia Dapeng, still speaking in dialect, enthusiastically shouted:
"Brother Fang, it's been a long time."

Fang Yan asked Jia Dapeng:
"Why haven't you come to visit me lately? You've been quite busy."

Jia Dapeng scratched his head and said:

“I’ve been studying lately and haven’t been managing the Tongrentang stores. I was afraid you were busy too, so I didn’t want to bother you.”

Fang Yan asked curiously:
"So who's managing the Dashilan store now?"

Jia Dapeng said:
"We transferred an assistant store manager from another location over there."

Fang Yan patted Jia Dapeng on the shoulder and said:

"Congratulations on your promotion!"

Jia Dapeng bowed:
"It's all thanks to Brother Fang for taking care of me back then!"

Fang Yan smiled and waved, then chatted with Director Luo for a couple more minutes before walking out of the parking lot together.

When he arrived at the entrance of the Ministry of Health, many people who recognized him from the dialect came over to greet him.

Xiyuan Hospital, Dongzhimen Hospital, Yanjing Hospital, military hospitals...

People, whether they knew each other or not, or even just vaguely recognized each other, all came over to greet us.

The main reason is that Fang Yan did a lot of famous things during that year.

Any one of these items could win an award.

He promoted the emergency treatment "Poge Jiuxin Tang" (破格救心汤), restored "Yuxiu Yifang Leiju" (御修医方类聚), finding 29 out of 31 lost ancient books, and used "Naoqiao Tongfang" (脑窍通方) to save Uncle Le Miao. He also produced "Zhongyao Paozhi Xue" (中药炮制学). Later, at Peking Union Medical College Hospital, he treated overseas Chinese businessmen, saving a patient with late-stage idiopathic interstitial pulmonary fibrosis that Western medicine couldn't cure. He also helped attract foreign investment, with initial successes. Finally, he established a secret formula research institute to earn foreign exchange for the country. He also made significant progress in establishing military health standards…

There's already a lot that everyone knows, and there's also some that people don't know.

This year, dialects have become the most prominent feature.

He's even more prominent than Chen Keji last year.

They greeted each other in their respective dialects.

Then, when people saw that Dean Dong from Peking Union Medical College Hospital and Elder Zhu from Nantong were there, they came over to greet them, and for a moment it was very lively, with people crowding around them in layers.

It took a long time to greet everyone before they all entered the venue.

Old Hu said to Fang Yan from the side:

"Shouldn't people from Guangzhou be coming this year?"

Fang Yan looked around and said:

"That's for sure."

"However, the ones we know well definitely won't have time to come."

"Why?" Old Hu asked, puzzled.

He said in dialect:

"They're all busy with the project of building a collaborative system between the military and traditional Chinese medicine, so they should send someone else over."

Old Hu suddenly understood.

He had originally wanted to ask about the construction progress there, but the local dialect said that people couldn't come.

Just then, a familiar figure appeared.

"Brother Fangyan!"

Fang Yan was taken aback, then greeted him:
"Brother Huaimin!"

The person who came was Shen Huaimin, Deng Tietao's apprentice.

Old Hu asked him:
"Did you come alone this time?"

Shen Huaimin said:
"Not only that, there are others, but you definitely don't know them."

Old Hu ignored all of that and asked:

"Is the construction going smoothly over there?"

Upon hearing this question, Shen Huaimin said somewhat awkwardly:

"Sigh... There's a typhoon, so construction is a bit slow."

PS: There will be more in the afternoon.

(End of this chapter)