Rebirth 1977 Great Era

Chapter 1239 Health Conference Turns into Investment Promotion Conference! Dialects Ignite Cooperation! (Two Chapters Combined)
"When promoted to medical units in major cities across the country, it successfully rescued 73 patients within three months, filling a gap in the field of TCM emergency care!"

"Submitting institutions: Peking Union Medical College Hospital, Huaxia Academy of Traditional Chinese Medicine, Nantong Traditional Chinese Medicine Hospital".

"Expert Physician of Achievements: Fang Yan, and his team."

The leader's voice carried throughout the venue through the microphone, and the applause was even louder than before.

Fang Yan stood still, and could feel people in the back row standing on tiptoe to look at him. Old Zhu in the front row was giving him a thumbs up, and Zhao Xiwu even raised his water glass and shook it, as if he were offering a toast.

Fang Yan smiled and bowed again to the surroundings.

"The third achievement—" the leader turned a page of the report, his tone tinged with amusement, and continued:
"The restoration of the Imperial Medical Prescriptions Collection has unearthed twenty-nine lost ancient books and thousands of ancient prescriptions..."

After he said that, the whole place erupted in cheers.

Thousands of ancient prescriptions?
The sheer number is astonishing.

Of course, since only people in the dialect know this data, it is somewhat inaccurate. Some of the ancient recipes mentioned are similar to the original recipes, and they are not top-secret secrets.

However, there are certainly many secret recipes inside; they may not cost thousands, but they definitely cost hundreds.

"Submitted by: Capital University of Chinese Medicine, Huaxia Academy of Chinese Medical Sciences"

"Expert Physician: Dialect"

The audience erupted in applause as research findings on dialects were presented one by one.

He kept saying it nine times before stopping.

The audience was stunned; there were just too many of them.

The higher-ups then said:
"There are also some results that have been submitted, but have not yet been approved, so they will not be announced for the time being..."

A low gasp of surprise immediately rose from the audience.

“Nine…and that doesn’t even include those that weren’t reviewed. This kid has made a year feel like ten years for others!” The former director of Yunnan Provincial Hospital of Traditional Chinese Medicine counted on his fingers. “Just that ‘Imperial Medical Prescriptions Collection’ alone, our provincial archives have been searching for it for thirty years and still haven’t been able to collect it all. But he just dug up twenty-nine lost volumes…”

"How old is he? He's even younger than my apprentice!"

"This young man has raised the 'ceiling' of traditional Chinese medicine to a whole new level."

The crowd began discussing the dialect animatedly, and then the leader continued:

"Speaking of comrades with dialects, I'd like to say a few more words!"

"Many of the comrades here have witnessed the development of traditional Chinese medicine step by step and know how difficult this path is. It requires not only the determination to inherit the wisdom of our ancestors, but also the courage to break with conventions and the ability to solve problems in a practical way. Comrade Fang Yan has done all three."

"Look at these nine achievements. They cover multiple fields, including emergency care, treatment of intractable diseases, restoration of ancient books, and formulation development. None of them are just theoretical. For idiopathic pulmonary interstitial fibrosis, an internationally recognized incurable disease, he developed a treatment plan using traditional Chinese medicine's syndrome differentiation and treatment principles. When there was a lack of emergency care methods at the grassroots level, the 'Breakthrough Heart-Saving Decoction' he promoted saved 73 people in three months. When ancient books from our ancestors were on the verge of being lost, he led the restoration of 29 books and rescued hundreds of effective ancient prescriptions. When the country needed foreign exchange, he helped the Overseas Chinese Affairs Office of the State Council complete one task after another, and to this day, the cure rate remains at 100%..."

"What's even more commendable is that he doesn't 'work behind closed doors.' He collaborates with various units, raises needs with the military, invites veteran Chinese medicine practitioners to share their experience, and collaborates with universities to innovate extraction equipment. This perspective of 'looking at Chinese medicine from outside the traditional Chinese medicine perspective' is precisely what many of our veteran comrades and experts tend to overlook."

"Some say that traditional Chinese medicine is too slow and can't keep up with the times." The leader raised his voice, "But Comrade Fang Yan has shown us with facts: it's not that traditional Chinese medicine is slow, it's that we haven't found a way to speed it up. Every single one of his achievements is focused on urgent and practical use. When the military needed emergency medicine, he modified the medicine; when grassroots units lacked solutions, he developed manuals; when the country needed foreign exchange, he sold traditional Chinese medicine preparations abroad..."

"In his research institute, there are both old experts copying prescriptions from ancient books and young people fiddling with precision instruments; there are inheritors of ancestral secret recipes and researchers with formal training. This 'mixed' combination may seem incongruous, but it has yielded real results. This is what traditional Chinese medicine should be like: embracing all rivers and having a broad mind."

"Therefore," the leader concluded, "we should not only commend Comrade Fang Yan's achievements, but also learn from his approach: inheriting traditions without being bound by the past, innovating without straying from the core principles, and always focusing on 'solving problems.' The more young people like this, the better; only with this kind of approach can traditional Chinese medicine have a future!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the entire audience erupted in applause that was more enthusiastic than ever before.

This time, even the veteran experts joined in with enthusiastic applause.

Regardless of their views on dialects, at least for now, they are convinced of these achievements, one by one.

Fang Yan heard the leader's evaluation of him, which was quite high praise. He quickly bowed deeply to the stage, then turned around and bowed to everyone watching him from below the stage.

Fang Yan had barely sat down, his bottom not even firmly touching the chair, when Zhao Xiwu nudged him with his elbow, his eyes brimming with undisguised amusement.
"Great, what the boss is saying is pushing you to the forefront of the traditional Chinese medicine field."

"Dean Zhao, please don't tease me." Fang Yan quickly waved his hand, lowering his voice:

"Of these nine achievements, which one could have been accomplished without the team? Without the help and support of our seniors? To put it bluntly, I was just there to set the stage."

As soon as he finished speaking, Ji Zhongpu, the director of the research institute in the front row, turned around and lightly tapped his arm twice with the pen in his hand:
"Young man, don't be so cautious. You're being a bit too modest. You have to accept what you have to accept. Remember, the higher you go, the stronger the wind will be. You just need to be more careful and steady in the future."

"You're right." Fang Yan nodded vigorously, and was about to say a few more humble words when a hand suddenly reached out from behind him.

Fang Yan didn't even recognize this person; he had come from another group. Clutching a business card, he said:
"Director Fang, I'm from the research institute in Yunnan. Here's my contact information."

Fang Yan glanced at the contact information and saw that the position listed was the director of the Yunnan Institute of Traditional Chinese Medicine.

"Dean, you're too kind." Fang Yan accepted the business card with both hands and bowed slightly.

Before we could finish dealing with this, people from the Air Force General Hospital on the left also came over, with smiles on their faces:
"Dr. Fang, what have you thought about what we discussed last time?"

Fang Yan remembered that she had talked to them about collaborating on traditional Chinese medicine during the August 1st Army Day celebrations. (See Chapter 1187)
"You mean the medical cooperation?" Fang Yan asked.

The other party nodded and said:

"We're on the same side now, and we've been thinking about expanding the TCM medical system for a long time. We just don't know when you'll have time?"

Fang Yan certainly remembered this matter that could increase the influence of traditional Chinese medicine.

However, he has been quite busy lately, Fang Yan said to him:
"Once we finish dealing with the World Health Assembly, I'll take some professors from the institute over there so we can discuss the specific plans."

The other party nodded repeatedly.

After everyone had left, Vice Dean Chen said to Fang Yan:

"I'm truly convinced today. With this kind of prestige, she's good enough to be the dean of Peking Union Medical College Hospital!"

Upon hearing this, Fang Yan said:
"Dean Chen, what are you talking about?"

"Don't worry, that dean is definitely not me!"

Dean Chen was taken aback.

As they were speaking, the leaders on the stage began to commend the next person... an elderly expert who researched leprosy prevention and treatment. The audience erupted in applause once again.

Fang Yan took the opportunity to say to Dean Chen:
You'll find out soon enough.

After that, the others came to greet Fang Yan, and Fang Yan quickly smiled and cupped his hands in greeting:

"It's all luck, it's all thanks to everyone's help, it's really nothing..."

A young doctor squeezed through the crowd, apparently intending to get Fang Yan's autograph. Judging from his somewhat fanatical expression, he really considered Fang Yan his idol.

He smiled and politely declined, saying, "My handwriting isn't presentable."

When a colleague from the local drug administration came over to inquire about the process of technology transfer, he immediately pointed in Lao Hu's direction: "That's Mr. Hu, who is in charge of market liaison. He has more experience than me. You can't go wrong by talking to him."

After finally getting a little quiet, the dean leaned out from the side and slowly said:

"Knowing to tuck your tail between your legs means you're not completely stupid."

Fang Yan touched his nose and smiled wryly:

"Don't you know me? You can't even understand this basic etiquette?"

The dean smiled and nodded, then turned back.

Fang Yan breathed a sigh of relief and just picked up the teacup in front of him to moisten his throat when he saw Cui Jingyi's gaze sweep over him.

Cui Jingyi's voice was soft, with a smile, "Humility is an attitude, not a source of confidence. Don't shirk the responsibilities you should bear."

The dialect sounds a bit strange.

No... You're the dean, not me! What do you mean by that?
However, Fang Yan wasn't stupid. After thinking it over carefully, he realized that Cui Jingyi's words weren't criticism, but rather an expression of trust.

As the newly appointed dean, she understood her own value and believed that he indeed had the ability and confidence to support his high position.

He was reminded that since he had been elevated to a pedestal by the authorities, he should have the confidence to shoulder the responsibility.

People with regional dialects tend to be more modest, at least to avoid being hated.

This is based on his experience.

The awards ceremony on stage continued, and an elderly expert from Shaanxi who studies plague prevention and control stood up.

He bowed deeply to the audience.

The applause from the audience was filled with respect, and Fang Yan clapped along enthusiastically.

When the awards ceremony ended, unsurprisingly, Fang Yan was indeed the person with the most achievements.

Furthermore, he has the most connections with various organizations, including Guangzhou University of Chinese Medicine and Nantong Traditional Chinese Medicine Hospital.

That's a bit too far off.

Next, it was their turn to go on stage and speak.

Dialects were naturally listed first.

He steadily stepped onto the steps of the podium, each step he took across the red carpet attracting countless gazes.

This young man will undoubtedly receive the most attention today.

When he stood behind the podium, the previously noisy meeting room suddenly fell silent.

Standing here, Fang Yan looked down and saw a sea of ​​heads.

The stage lights shone on his face, making it impossible for him to see the faces of the people below.

He had his speech in his pocket, and he adjusted the microphone without referring to it.

Then he calmly said:
"Comrades, seniors..."

"I dare not accept the praise from the leader just now."

"Behind the case of treating idiopathic pulmonary interstitial fibrosis at Peking Union Medical College Hospital was the full support of all departments after a consultation of experts from the entire hospital; the ability of the 'Breakthrough Heart-Saving Decoction' to bring seventy-three patients back from the brink of death relied on the overnight collaboration of medical points in various provinces; even the prescriptions unearthed from those twenty-nine ancient books were meticulously proofread word by word by a team of hundreds of colleagues..."

Fang Yan began with a show of humility, explaining each of his achievements to the audience. Most people had initially thought that Fang Yan, with his young age and accomplishments, would become arrogant, but they were surprised to find that the young man was so modest and cautious.

Many people have changed their opinion of him.

After Fang Yan finished talking about what everyone was most concerned about, he began to talk about the Secret Recipe Research Institute.

Based on his previous ideas, he revealed the current achievements of the Secret Formula Research Institute.

They also expressed their gratitude to those who made these achievements, as well as to their original units that transferred them here.

The four research institutes in Guangzhou, Shanghai, Nanjing, and Tianjin were also surprised that Fang Yan would praise them on this occasion.

"I know that sending key researchers to Beijing to support us will affect the work progress of our original units." Fang Yan's voice deepened.

"But the leaders of these four units never mentioned a single condition. This is not just simple support; it shows that they value the roots of traditional Chinese medicine more than anything else."

He paused, then bowed deeply to the audience:

"On this occasion, I would like to say on behalf of all my colleagues at the Secret Formula Research Institute: what you have sent is not 'support personnel,' but rather the key to unlocking the treasure trove of traditional Chinese medicine. We will remember this kindness and repay it with tangible results. Next month, we will send one prototype of our newly developed extraction equipment to each of these four units as a small token of our appreciation."

As soon as he finished speaking, the applause from the entire audience was more enthusiastic than ever before.

Representatives from Guangzhou, Shanghai, Nanjing, and Tianjin waved to each other, their eyes beaming with smiles. They hadn't expected that the dialects not only remembered their contributions but also wanted to give back in a tangible way.

At this point, Fang Yan did not finish speaking, but instead started talking about the medicinal herb base that he had discussed with people from three research institutes in the three northeastern provinces.

Such opportunities are rare, and he thought it would be great if more people could make contact and there were more medicinal herb bases.

"Speaking of the returns, I would like to mention something else. A few days ago, the Chinese Medicine Research Institute of the three northeastern provinces took the initiative to contact us and said that they wanted to jointly build a base for authentic medicinal materials."

“They said, ‘The Chinese medicine from Northeast China can’t just lie in pharmacies; the whole world has to know that it’s a good thing.’”

When the dialect was mentioned, the audience immediately fell silent, and many local representatives pricked up their ears.

Meanwhile, some people were also looking towards the team in the three northeastern provinces.

Fang Yan continued:

“In the past three years, the total export volume of medicinal materials in China has increased by 17%, but the foreign exchange earnings have only increased by 3%. The Japanese use our Changbai ginseng to make ‘Hanfang Jiuxin Dan’ and the profits have increased tenfold; the Koreans slice deer antler from Jilin, label it, and resell it as ‘Goryeo Treasures’.”

"This price difference isn't due to technological barriers, it's because we've lost our bargaining power!"

"What we need to do now is to take back the money that is rightfully ours and reclaim our market share!"

"I want to emphasize that medicinal herbs are not local specialties! They are a treasure left to us by our ancestors, and their value should not be based on foreigners buying raw materials at low prices."

“Some people may think that dealing in foreign exchange is ‘money-grubbing’ and doesn’t match the ‘nobility’ of traditional Chinese medicine. But I want to say that when our plasters can reduce the bleeding of border guards, when grassroots hospitals can use new equipment, and when young people are willing to hold books on traditional Chinese medicine and learn how to grow medicinal herbs, who among you wouldn’t want to turn your local mountain delicacies into real gold?”

"So today, I'd like to take this opportunity to deliver a message." Fang Yan's eyes brightened considerably:
"Whether it's Panax notoginseng from Yunnan, Coptis chinensis from Sichuan, Atractylodes macrocephala from Zhejiang, or Lycium barbarum from Ningxia, as long as you trust the prescriptions of our ancestors and dare to use new methods to grow and manufacture medicinal herbs, the doors of our secret formula research institute will always be open. We'll provide the technology and distribution channels, and you'll provide the resources and the team. Half of the foreign exchange earned will be used to improve medical conditions, and the other half will be left to the villagers who live in the mountains and fields. Who wouldn't want to do something like this?"

"We want everything good! In three months, we will hold a 'Medicinal Herbs Matching Meeting' at the research institute. Those who bring samples, ledgers, and ideas will be treated as honored guests. As I always say, for traditional Chinese medicine to go global, we must first ensure that good medicinal herbs and skilled techniques can be profitable, respectable, and passed down from generation to generation!"

The applause from the audience surged forth like a tidal wave, more enthusiastic than ever before.

Seeing this scene, one of the leaders said:
"Young man, isn't it inappropriate to talk about this kind of thing in this setting?"

Then Vice Minister Li retorted:

“Right now, the higher-ups need people who know how to earn foreign exchange. He has that ability, so it’s normal for him to say it in this setting. Besides, his foreign exchange earnings are part of the achievements we just discussed.”

Another deputy minister standing nearby said:

"Exactly, listen to the applause! Everyone's been holding back their enthusiasm."

Immediately, the dissenting voices disappeared.

Then they saw Fang Yan walk down amidst applause, and some people below couldn't help but go over to greet him.

……

As Fang Yan steadily descended the steps of the rostrum, a commotion surged forth from below.

Several doctors from other places simply stood on their chairs, craned their necks, and called out "Dr. Fang," which made Fang Yan both amused and exasperated. He gestured for them to sit down quickly, saying that if they wanted to talk business, they shouldn't be doing it now.

"Director Fang! Can we apply to the Henan Huai Medicine Base?"

"Our cinnamon from southern Fujian..."

"We also have cordyceps and leopard bones from western Sichuan..."

Fang Yan quickly cupped his hands in greeting and pointed to the stage, indicating that the matter was not yet over!

Only then did everyone quiet down.

The speech on stage continued, but the applause was louder than Fang Yan's this time, mainly because Fang Yan really wanted to help everyone earn foreign exchange!
After he said that, everyone felt that he was well-deserving of his nine achievement awards.

It's not sour at all anymore.

People are strange like that. When it has nothing to do with us, we feel jealous. But when the other person might have something to do with us, when they are clearly extending an olive branch, we suddenly feel like they are one of our own, and all the jealousy disappears.

Next, Lao Hu, as one of the representatives of overseas Chinese businessmen who returned to China to invest, also took the stage to speak.

Many people don't actually know that he and Fangyan are from the same family.

When Lao Hu took the stage and introduced himself as the overseas Chinese businessman from the Fangyan group, everyone realized who he was.

The applause immediately erupted.

Old Hu proudly delivered a detailed report on the current situation in the international market.

Southeast Asia, Europe, America.

This gave the audience a clear understanding of the company's current size and potential future development. Those who had previously been hesitant now understood Fang Yan's capabilities.

It seems like there's actually potential.

After Lao Hu finished speaking, other people went up to speak, but they weren't as captivating as Lao Hu and his group.

Others read from prepared speeches, speaking in a report-like manner, and their Mandarin is not even as standard as Lao Hu's.

Now Lao Hu has attracted a lot of attention.

Next, the leader will take the stage to give a concluding speech, and then begin to announce some job changes within the Ministry of Health.

"After deliberation by the Party Committee of the Ministry of Health, it has been decided that: Comrade Dong Qinghe is relieved of his post as President of Peking Union Medical College Hospital and will be reassigned as a Commissioner of the Ministry of Health; at the same time, Comrade Cui Jingyi, Secretary of the Party Committee of Peking Union Medical College Hospital, is appointed concurrently as President of Peking Union Medical College Hospital, effective immediately!"

When this news came out, the others didn't react much, but the people at Peking Union Medical College Hospital all showed surprised expressions.

It's probably no one who expected that this position would ultimately fall into the hands of Secretary Cui.

Vice Dean Chen opened his mouth as if to say something, but in the end he only sighed softly—he finally understood what Fang Yan meant by "Don't worry, this dean will definitely not be me."

As Fang Yan turned his head, he bumped into Cui Jingyi, who was standing up and straightening her clothes.

"Dean Cui, congratulations." Fang Yan's voice was low, with just the right amount of a smile.

Unlike the others, he did not show any surprise; his eyes were filled with sincere congratulations.

Cui Jingyi turned her head, a hint of understanding flashing in her eyes, which was then replaced by a smile: "It seems you already knew."

Fang Yan said with a smile:

"I found out this morning."

"Actually, everyone knows in their hearts that you are the most suitable person to be the dean."

"Don't flatter me," Cui Jingyi said, waving her hand.

"I'm only taking on this role on a part-time basis; there will be someone else to take over later."

Fang Yan was taken aback; it seemed there were still changes to come!

"Don't worry, the arrangements for your Traditional Chinese Medicine department will remain unchanged."

At this moment, the former dean turned around and said to Cui Jingyi:
"Secretary Cui, the future of Peking Union Medical College Hospital depends on you."

Secretary Cui said:
"Don't worry, old director, I will definitely keep things in order."

The other staff members from Peking Union Medical College Hospital also realized what was happening and congratulated Secretary Cui Jingyi.

Those who addressed him as "Secretary" and those who addressed him as "Dean" were all quite enthusiastic.

Of course, congratulations to the former dean were also extended. I don't know what this specialist does, but he's already a member of the department.

After that, the people below stopped listening to what the higher-ups were saying.

Only Fang Yan noticed that Director Sun had been transferred, and the person in charge of this area had changed.

Fang Yan was somewhat happy, but she didn't know how the new leader would be.

After the speaker finished speaking, they began issuing certificates and awards, and then took photos.

After taking photos in the dialect, we finished.

Finally, the leader announced the end of today's meeting.

Then everyone stood up, sang a song, and left in an orderly fashion to have lunch.

Just like last year.

However, the difference was that as soon as Fang Yan arrived offstage, he was immediately surrounded by people.

I need to talk to him about it.

PS: The basic chapter of 6000 words has been updated.

(End of this chapter)