Rebirth 1977 Great Era

Chapter 1353: A Choice Between the Times and Interests—Let's Change History! (Bonus Chapter for Monthly Tickets)
"This formula is so powerful, why wasn't it passed down?" Fang Yan finally couldn't help but ask his master, Lu Donghua.

Lu Donghua was taken aback:
"It's been passed down, hasn't it?"

"..." Fang Yan was speechless.

He was looking at things from his own perspective, and he was more concerned about how he had never even heard of it in the 21st century.

However, from the master's perspective at this moment, isn't this something that was written in a magazine a few years ago? What is there that hasn't been passed down?
The dialect speaker had to change his pronunciation to:
"I mean, I didn't even know that. And you see, most doctors in hospitals probably don't know either, especially the pharmacists in the pharmacies. Look at their reactions just now, they had absolutely no idea about this prescription."

The old man slapped his thigh and said:
"Hey, don't you even know when this book was published? 72! What year is that?"

Fang Yan was taken aback. What time was it?

Suddenly it dawned on him: Right, during stormy times, books that can be published at this time will eventually become something that people subconsciously censor.

Is it because of this?
That doesn't make sense either. This treatment method is so effective, it can't be censored just because of this issue, right?

It makes absolutely no sense!

Fang Yan felt that it would be a waste of his talent not to win a Nobel Prize directly.

Of course, the Nobel Prize is something that has been discussed in dialects before; there's a lot more to it than meets the eye.

It requires nominations from other Nobel laureates or major authoritative institutions. For example, Ms. Tu's team discovered artemisinin in 1972, but it wasn't until 2015 that they won the prize, a gap of forty-four years.

Wait a minute, why is it this year again?

Fang Yan rubbed his temples, feeling as if a pair of large hands were stirring inside.

Could it be that something happened in the future that caused this recipe to not be passed down?

Could it be that vaccines are just too profitable?
Fang Yan couldn't help but start thinking. He remembered seeing relevant statistics. At that time, after he graduated from university, the number of rabies vaccines used in China accounted for 80% of the global market share. The annual batch release volume of rabies vaccines exceeded 80 million doses. Because about 40 million people are bitten by cats and dogs every year, the huge exposure risk base also makes the demand for rabies vaccines remain high.

Moreover, the market size is still growing, and the overall annual profit of the market should be a considerable figure.

This is just the rabies vaccine; the cost increases several times over when immunoglobulin is added.

If calculated this way, the cost of this blood stasis decoction is negligible and not worth mentioning. Furthermore, its composition is not a secret and has no commercial value whatsoever.

"What are you daydreaming about?!" Master Lu Donghua's voice pulled Fang Yan back to reality.

He came to his senses and explained:
"Oh, it's nothing. I was just thinking that this thing is so powerful, it's a real shame it's not passed down. It could save so many lives!"

Looking at Fang Yan's furrowed brows and blank expression, Lu Donghua sighed and slowly said, "It's not that it wasn't passed down; it's just that it was hidden away as it was passed down. The reasons for this are more complicated than you think."

He tapped an old magazine on the corner of the table with his fingertip, his tone tinged with emotion: "First of all, there are the magazines from those years. How many good things have been shelved because of the 'mark of the times'? Moreover, now hospitals emphasize 'standardization of Western medicine' even more. Traditional Chinese medicine prescriptions are either completely altered or locked in the old books of the library. Young doctors can't even see them, let alone learn them."

"And then what?" Lu Donghua paused, then continued, "Well, that's when vaccines became popular. You know, these days, if you get bitten by a dog, your first reaction is to get a rabies vaccine. Who would think of consulting a traditional Chinese medicine doctor? Vaccines are for 'prevention,' convenient and quick, and hospitals are willing to promote them because the procedures are standardized and the risks are low. But the 'Blood Stasis Decoction' is used after the onset of illness. It requires diagnosis, timing, and explaining to the patient 'why their urine is red and why they have diarrhea.' It's not only troublesome, but if it's an acute or severe case, it's also easy to be questioned."

After his master said that, Fang Yan immediately felt that his thinking made sense. How much does a set of rabies vaccine and immunoglobulin cost? How much does a dose of Xiaoyuxue Decoction cost? If he were a hospital or a pharmaceutical company, which would he prefer to promote? This is not to say that someone is deliberately hiding the formula, but that the 'market' is pushing everyone in the direction of 'more profitable and easier'. If no one promotes the old formula, naturally no one will know about it.

At this moment, Lu Donghua continued:

"And look at what's written here: 'follow-up for ten years.' But ask anyone these days, do they believe that? Of course, they trust lab reports, statistics, and 'internationally accepted standards' much more. If you tell them 'rabies can be cured with a Han Dynasty prescription,' their first reaction will be, 'Are you a fraud?' Even the doctors themselves aren't confident, so how can the prescription spread?"

"Unless someone is really sick and needs this as an emergency treatment, nobody really uses it."

Fang Yan nodded. "That's right. Unless someone is already sick and the vaccine is no longer effective, who would use this thing?"

Only those who have been given a death sentence by the hospital and told to go home and prepare for their end will grasp at this lifeline, but even this lifeline will gradually be forgotten.

“But you’re different,” Lu Donghua said at this moment.

Fang Yan turned to look at him, only to hear his master continue speaking:
"With your current influence, it's quite easy for you to promote this prescription. You can cure Zhang Fu, then take this case to the Ministry of Health to apply for permission to promote the prescription. At least most TCM hospitals will definitely receive this news. You can also promote it in schools, and then the newly graduated students will know about it."

Fang Yan suddenly looked up, his eyes lighting up instantly. He had been so focused on why the story hadn't been passed down that he hadn't considered that he himself could be the one to spread it.

His master's words were like a lamp being lit, making him suddenly realize that he not only held the hope of saving Zhang Fu's life, but also the possibility of curing the disease with this traditional Chinese medicine formula.

Lu Donghua said:
“You have more than forty medical cases of Shen Zhanyao, as well as ten years of follow-up records. Now, with the addition of Zhang Fu’s case, there are real-life examples of cures right there. This is a hundred times better than empty talk.”

"You're now the director of the Traditional Chinese Medicine department, and a close confidant of Director Liao, so your words carry considerable weight. The Ministry of Health is also willing to listen to actual cases. Isn't that much easier than those old doctors who kept their prescriptions hidden back then?" "Even if you brought Shen Zhanyao over and had him share his treatment experience and promote the prescriptions with you, that wouldn't be a problem."

Thinking about it from a dialect perspective, I realized, "That's right!"

If Zhang Fu is cured, that will be the breakthrough!
I was just thinking about how I felt, I never imagined that I would directly change the course of history. It is true that having an elder in the family is like having a treasure!

“Yes, you’re right! Let’s go back to Peking Union Medical College Hospital!” Fang Yan said to his master.

Lu Donghua nodded and walked out with Fang Yan, carrying the magazine.

"Why are you going out again?" Zhu Lin asked hurriedly when he saw Fang Yan and the others leaving.

"I came back to find the book, but I also need to go back to treat patients," Fang Yan said.

"Are you coming back for lunch?" Zhu Lin asked.

Fang Yan glanced at his watch; it was already eleven o'clock.

He said:
"He should be back. If he's not, I'll call him before midnight."

Zhu Lin nodded after hearing Fang Yan say that.

Then he and his master, Lu Donghua, walked outside.

Soon the two arrived at the Traditional Chinese Medicine inpatient department. Zhang Fu had already been arranged to a ward, and his family members were with him. It was their first time being hospitalized at Xiehe Traditional Chinese Medicine Hospital, and they were surprised to find that the conditions were so good, with sofas, TVs, and radios—it was like a resort hotel.

If they hadn't been told by the local dialect that this place charges according to the standard bed rate, they probably would have been terrified.

When they saw Fang Yan and Lu Donghua arrive, the group came to their senses. They didn't dare to touch anything in the room, but just looked around curiously.

Fang Yan glanced at his watch and said:
"The medicine should arrive in a few minutes. Let me check your pulse first."

His main concern was to confirm that his body was in a condition where it could handle the medication.

Zhang Fu was lying in bed at the moment, still afraid of noise, wind, and water, and no one around him dared to pour him any water.

As Fang Yan approached, Zhang Fu instinctively shrank further under the covers, gripping the bed railing tightly, his eyes filled with wariness of his surroundings.

Fang Yan sat down on the chair by the bed, gently took his wrist, and placed her fingertips on the ruler.

After checking the pulse for a while, it was still too rapid.

Fang Yan let go of his hand, then lifted the blanket to look at the scar on his calf, gently pressing her fingertips around the scar: "Is it still numb here?"

Zhang Fu said:

"It's numb... but it's a little lighter than this morning, and it doesn't feel like there are bugs crawling on it as much."

"I don't know why, but it gets a bit better around noon."

The dialect explanation is as follows:
"At noon, the yang energy is at its peak, which can help disperse the stagnation and cold in the meridians. So you will feel less numb, which is a good thing. It means that the yang energy in your body can still fight against the stagnation and toxins, and the medicine will be more effective when you drink it."

He got up and walked to the window, pulled it a little closer to the center to leave a small gap for ventilation, and then drew the curtains most of the way up to block the direct sunlight: "Don't let the wind blow directly on you, and don't make it too stuffy, so you'll be more comfortable."

Zhang Fu's brother listened carefully and nodded quickly: "Yes, yes, he always said he felt warmer at noon. I thought it was because of the hot weather, but it turns out it's because of his strong yang energy."

As Zhang Fu felt the sunlight, he slowly loosened his grip on the bed railing. The wariness in his eyes lessened, replaced by a glimmer of hope for "improvement."

A few minutes later, the sound of a nurse's footsteps echoed down the corridor. She pushed in a medicine cart and placed the warmed medicine, honey, and rice wine on the table: "Director Fang, the medicine is here. The temperature is just right for you to drink."

Fang Yan turned to Zhang Fu and said:

"Come on, let's begin."

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(End of this chapter)