Rebirth 1977 Great Era

Chapter 1275 We never combine traditional Chinese and Western medicine, how old are you exactly? (Bonus chapter for monthly votes)

"I've heard about the integration of traditional Chinese and Western medicine in China for a long time, but I didn't know it was like this..." Wei Guohao looked shocked, even though he didn't understand it.

Upon hearing Wei Guohao's words, Dean Cui Jingyi asked:
"Does Vietnam not practice integrated traditional Chinese and Western medicine?"

Wei Guohao shook his head and said:

"Of course not. We will either use traditional Chinese medicine or Western medicine. We will not use both in a treatment situation."

Cui Jingyi said:
"I remember that China has been supporting the construction there for many years, and there should have been some promotion of the integration of traditional Chinese and Western medicine, right?"

Wei Guohao said:
"It was indeed advertised, but later we found out there were problems, so it stopped working."

"What's the problem?" Cui Jingyi asked in surprise.

Wei Guohao was somewhat baffled; wasn't this common sense?

He said:
"That's easy. Traditional Chinese medicine and Western medicine are not even the same system. Their theories are completely different. How can they be combined?"

"Should we use traditional Chinese medicine to understand Western medicine, or use Western medicine to understand traditional Chinese medicine?"

Cui Jingyi opened her mouth in surprise. She didn't know much about these things, since her previous work didn't involve them. The secretary of Peking Union Medical College Hospital was just doing what a secretary should do; she wouldn't touch clinical work.

It was only after Wei Guohao mentioned it today that she suddenly realized there was such a thing.
Fang Yan explained to Wei Guohao:

"Dean Cui is an administrator and doesn't understand this very well. Actually, we've also noticed the problem here, so now everyone's just doing their own thing. You see, no one's saying who's assisting whom."

"As long as it's not obviously the opposite of what the other party is doing, then do whatever works."

Upon hearing this from the dialect, Wei Guohao said:
"Hey... I understand now!"

He paused after speaking, and then continued:
"However, it would be better to set up two emergency rooms; the current treatment is too chaotic."

Fang Yan nodded and said:

"It will be built, but there aren't enough TCM staff right now. Once the TCM department building is completed, a separate TCM emergency room will be set up here, so patients can choose whether to receive TCM or Western medicine treatment."

Wei Guohao exclaimed in surprise:

"You even built a special outpatient building for the Traditional Chinese Medicine department?"

Dean Cui Jingyi, who was standing to the side, said:
"Not only the outpatient building, but also the inpatient building has been completed. You can't see it now because it's late at night, but you'll be able to see the main structures of both buildings tomorrow during the day."

She didn't mention the origins of the two buildings, wanting Fang Yan to explain it himself.

However, Wei Guohao's focus was not on this; he said:

"However, there are currently very few ailments that traditional Chinese medicine can treat urgently..."

Upon hearing his words, Fang Yan said:

"It's not that we have fewer emergency cases, but that we have fewer methods. In fact, if Western medicine can save us, we can also save us if we summarize the system."

Wei Guohao thought for a moment, remembering the Soul-Returning Lock that Fang Yan had used to heal the old lady earlier, and he nodded:
"That's right. I've never seen what you just did, Dr. Fang. I never thought that traditional Chinese medicine could do emergency care like that. The emergency care methods in China are indeed much more advanced than those abroad."

Fang Yan waved his hand, pointed at the old lady, and said:
"Alright, let's check on the old man's condition."

Now that the medicine has been given and acupuncture has been performed, the old lady is still conscious while lying in bed, and Fang Yan goes forward to take her pulse.

Seeing that he had gotten the hang of it, the other doctors voluntarily cleared some of the equipment around him.

Seeing the actions of others, Wei Guohao became even more curious about Fang Yan's identity.

After taking a pulse for a while, the person in the dialect said:

"Although the pulse is more stable than before, it is still weak and forceful, indicating that although most of the blood stasis has been dispersed, the underlying deficiency of heart qi is still there. Moreover, some vital energy was consumed during the emergency treatment just now, so we need to quickly replenish it with decoction."

He turned to the medical staff in the Traditional Chinese Medicine department who were recording medical records and said:

"Prescribe a modified version of the Zhigancao Decoction: 12g of prepared licorice root, 6g of ginseng, 9g of cinnamon twig, 9g of ginger, 6g of donkey-hide gelatin, 30g of rehmannia root, 10g of ophiopogon root, plus 15g of salvia miltiorrhiza and 6g of safflower. This will invigorate blood circulation and remove blood stasis while also nourishing qi and yin. Dissolve the donkey-hide gelatin and take it warm in two divided doses. Decoction one dose tonight, and we'll have a follow-up appointment tomorrow morning to adjust the prescription." The medical staff quickly wrote it down and then said to the patient in the prescription:

"Yes, Director Fang!"

"We'll get on it right away."

Upon hearing what the medical staff said, Wei Guohao's eyes widened.

Director Fang?
The head of the Traditional Chinese Medicine department, huh?

Deputy Director?
No, that's too young!

The patient's son asked in dialect:

"Dr. Fang, is my mother alright?"

He said in dialect:

"Don't worry too much, your mother's condition has stabilized. During the emergency treatment, we used techniques to clear her blocked meridians and gave her some nitroglycerin. Although her pulse is still a little weak, it's not as erratic as before, and the tightness in her chest should have eased a lot, right?"

As he spoke, he turned his head to look at the old lady on the hospital bed. The old lady nodded weakly, her voice hoarse from just recovering: "Yes, I'm much better. I'm not so short of breath anymore, and I don't feel anxious anymore."

Upon receiving confirmation from the elderly woman, the patient's son's tense shoulders visibly relaxed, but a hint of unease remained in his eyes: "But she suddenly fainted just now, it scared me to death, I'm so afraid... so afraid I'll never see her again. Her medication ran out when we were in Vietnam, and I've been worried about her health, but there's nowhere to get her treatment..." As he spoke, his voice choked with emotion, filled with the grievances of a life of wandering.

Fang Yan patted his arm: "I understand your worries. Your mother has an old problem, and the shock and interruption of her treatment over there made her prone to sudden illness. But it's different now. We're back home, with the best medical care, and we can gradually get her back in shape."

He pointed to the TCM medical staff who had just left:

"The prescription I just gave her is specifically for her condition of 'insufficient heart qi and blood stasis obstructing the meridians.' It contains ginseng and roasted licorice to replenish heart qi, and salvia miltiorrhiza and safflower to clear blood stasis. After decocting it, take it warm. After drinking it for a few days, her energy will definitely improve."

Cui Jingyi, who was standing to the side, also said:

"Yes, and our hospital has opened a green channel for returned overseas Chinese. They don't have to queue for subsequent examinations or hospitalizations, and they can find us anytime if they have any problems."

"Young man, don't worry. Peking Union Medical College Hospital prioritizes medical care for returned overseas Chinese. We will arrange dedicated medical staff to follow up on your mother's condition. Dr. Fangyan is the best traditional Chinese medicine doctor here. He will come to check on her every day and adjust her prescriptions, so that she won't be left without treatment like she was abroad. If you have any other family members who need medical check-ups, you can come along too, and we will arrange it for you."

Upon hearing this, the patient's son bowed to them again:
"Thank you so much! If this were Vietnam, my mother might be..."

Wei Guohao, who was standing to the side, was shocked. He had just heard the dean say that Fang Yan was the best TCM doctor at Peking Union Medical College Hospital.

No, does this guy just look young? Is he actually quite old?
Or should we say he's a genius?
Wei Guohao thought he could help, but he ended up not being able to get involved at all.

Now he's more curious about the identity of the dialect.

Just as Fang Yan was calling him to the office to get the letter of introduction, Wei Guohao couldn't help but ask Fang Yan:

"Director Fang...?"

"Hmm? What's wrong?" Fang Yan turned to him and asked.

He looked around and asked in a low voice:

"How old are you?"

The dialect was inexplicable, but I still responded:

"I'll be twenty-three in a month."

Wei Guohao was shocked:
"What?!!"

P.S.: I still owe you 38000 words after finishing this chapter.

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

(End of this chapter)