Rebirth 1977 Great Era

Chapter 1365 Mr. Ma's Identity, Rabies Causes a Vicious Change in Color (Bonus Chapter for Monthly Tickets)
When Mr. Ma said this, everyone in the ward was stunned. The two buildings owned by the Zhou family were not cheap, and this man donated them so readily; it was really quite generous.

Director Liao immediately laughed and said, "Mr. Ma, you're so kind! But getting better is the priority. We can talk about donating the building later. Getting your health back on track is the most important thing."

Fang Yan nodded in agreement:

"Please focus on your treatment first. If your recovery goes smoothly, you'll have plenty of opportunities to do things for the hospital and society. Right now, we're still focused on your treatment. After adjusting the prescription tomorrow, we'll try our best to help you get off oxygen as soon as possible and be able to breathe smoothly on your own."

Mrs. Ma chimed in, "Yes, yes, Dr. Fang is right. Old Ma, don't get distracted. Get well first! Once you're better, we can work together to figure out how to help more patients like you."

Upon hearing this, Mr. Ma realized he had gotten a little excited and smiled sheepishly, saying, "I was just too eager. I was just feeling really good and happy, so I wanted to do something to express my gratitude."

"I understand how you feel," Fang Yan said, tucking the blanket around him. "Get some rest tonight. I'll come back for a follow-up appointment first thing tomorrow morning to check if the color and amount of your phlegm have changed, and then adjust the prescription accordingly. The nurses will be on duty all night. If you feel unwell, just ring the bell."

"Okay, okay, I'll do whatever Dr. Fang says." Mr. Ma nodded repeatedly, his face full of relief.

Seeing that it was getting late, Director Liao said to everyone, "Since the medicine is so effective, let's not disturb Mr. Ma's rest any longer. Let him take good care of himself. Director Fang, if you need any assistance from the hospital to adjust the prescription tomorrow, please contact me anytime."

"No problem," Fang Yan replied.

Then the group of them walked out of the ward.

Mrs. Ma and her family were still going to stay at the Yanjing Hotel, leaving only one person here to keep watch.

In the corridor, Mrs. Ma held Fang Yan's hand and said several more words of thanks before leaving with her family.

Fang Yan returned to the nurses' station and instructed the nurse on duty to keep a close eye on Mr. Ma's condition during the night. She also gave him a new prescription to brew the next morning and give to the patient during rounds.

After finishing speaking, Lu Donghua said to Fang Yan:

"I didn't expect the first dose to be so effective, and I even won the patient's heart."

After a pause, he remarked with emotion, "Mr. Ma is also a person who knows how to be grateful."

They certainly know how to be grateful; they immediately offered to donate two buildings. Most overseas Chinese businessmen aren't that generous.

"The main thing is that the medicine is right for his condition, and he has seen hope," Fang Yan said with a smile. "After adding Trichosanthes peel and adjusting the dosage of Angelica sinensis tomorrow, the effect should be even better."

Director Liao lowered his voice, his tone carrying a hint of solemnity:

“This Mr. Ma is no ordinary overseas Chinese businessman. He is engaged in the high-precision electronics manufacturing industry in Germany and has core technologies for many electronic components. Our country is currently lacking in this kind of technology and production lines. Several state-owned electronics factories wanted to cooperate with him before, but no deal was reached.”

He paused, then added, "This time he returned to China for medical treatment, not only for his own health, but also privately mentioned to me that if the treatment goes smoothly, he wants to move some of the production lines back to China to boost our own electronics industry. Think about it, he can provide the technology and funds to help us break through technological bottlenecks. How could such a person not be valued?"

Fang Yan then understood.

No wonder he was picked up by a Hongqi motorcade and received such meticulous medical treatment. It turns out he is not only a patient but also contributes to the development of domestic industries. This is truly extraordinary.

Lu Donghua remarked, "Looking at it this way, his talk of donating the building wasn't just empty words. He has the capability and the intention. If he can really move the production line back, and then donate the building or establish a fund, it would be a great thing for the hospital and the entire industry."

Director Liao said with a smile, "That's why we must cure his illness. This is not only about treating the disease and saving lives, but also about paving the way for future cooperation."

He looked at Fang Yan and said:

"Don't worry about adjusting the prescription tomorrow. The hospital will fully cooperate. I will personally coordinate any needs for medicines or equipment."

Fang Yan nodded, then asked Director Liao:
"When will the other overseas Chinese businessmen arrive?"

As mentioned before, a large number of overseas Chinese businessmen will return to China during the National Day holiday.

The dialect is still waiting.

Director Liao said:
"Your flight is tomorrow afternoon, and there's a banquet tonight. Just come then."

As she spoke, she looked at Lu Donghua:

"By the way, Mr. Lu, please come along too!"

Lu Donghua was taken aback, and he said:
"Hey, what are you going to do? Just go with the dialect."

Director Liao said:
"You'll come too! It's settled then."

"After all, you are the master of dialects. There are a lot of people this time, and your presence can help keep things under control."

Upon hearing Director Liao's words, Lu Donghua thought to himself, "What kind of town am I? To get beaten up?"
However, since his superior had already said so, he had no choice but to agree.

"Alright, alright, Director Liao's invitation is perfectly fine, this old man will go!"

After they finished talking, they left Peking Union Medical College Hospital together. Director Liao still had to go to the Yanjing Hotel, while Fang Yan and the others went straight across the street to go home.

It was already 11 p.m. when Fang Yan and the others returned home, washed up, and went to bed. When they opened their eyes again, it was already the next day.

I was awakened by the sound of a loudspeaker outside the window. I rubbed my eyes and sat up. I heard the melody of "The East Is Red, the Sun Rises" drifting in through the crack in the window. It was the fixed prelude to the broadcast every day, and it sounded louder than usual today.

He put on a coat, walked to the window, and opened it. The cool autumn breeze rushed in. At this moment, Master Lu Donghua was already practicing standing meditation with Sophia in the courtyard.

My brother-in-law, Zhao Yuanchao, was sweeping the yard, and the others gradually got up as well.

Fang Yan came to the courtyard to start her morning exercise, listening to the special report on today's National Day being broadcast on the radio.

After finishing her morning exercise and having breakfast, Fang Yan went to get Director Liao checked out, but the old man never came back. She wondered what he had been up to last night.

Fang Yan had no choice but to go to the hospital. As soon as he arrived at the hospital entrance, he saw that they were replacing the old red flags with brand new ones, and some people were also hanging up banners.

The loudspeaker was playing "Ode to the Motherland." The hospital's bulletin board had been redesigned, with "Celebrating the 29th Anniversary of the Founding of the People's Republic of China" written in colored chalk, along with drawings of gears and ears of wheat, exuding a sense of vigor. It seemed to have been put up last night, but Fang Yan hadn't noticed it because he got off work late.

Upon arriving at the inpatient department, Fang Yan first went to Mr. Ma's ward. Mr. Ma was still asleep with his eyes closed and an oxygen tube in his nose. His son, who was keeping watch over him, had already woken up and immediately nudged Mr. Ma when he saw Fang Yan.

"Dad! Dad! Dr. Fang is here!"

Ma Guoliang was gently woken up by his son. He opened his eyes groggily, saw Fang Yan, and struggled to sit up: "Dr. Fang, you've arrived!"

He was still panting when he spoke, but his voice was much clearer.

"Don't move, just lie down." Fang Yan quickly stepped forward and looked at the cyanosis on his fingertips. It had almost completely faded by now, leaving only some marks on his thumb, ring finger, and little finger.

Upon seeing this, Fang Yan felt much more at ease.

He asked Ma Guoliang:
"How did Mr. Ma sleep last night? Did he cough or cough up phlegm again?"

Ma Guoliang's son quickly replied, "He coughed twice last night, each time coughing up a small amount of gray phlegm, much thinner than the phlegm from last night! My dad said his chest felt better, and he slept soundly for more than two hours in the second half of the night, something he never dared to imagine when he was in Germany."

Ma Guoliang smiled and nodded, reaching out to touch his chest: "Now I can breathe easily, unlike before when it felt like I was stuffing cotton in my throat. Dr. Fang, your medicine really works!"

Fang Yan came up behind him again and made him start breathing and listen to the sound of his lungs.

The rales at the base of both lungs were much lighter than last night; they could only be faintly heard during deep inhalation.

Just then, the medicine, modified according to the local dialect, arrived from the pharmacy.

The nurse pushed a medicine cart into the ward, carrying a bowl of freshly decocted medicine, the aroma wafting from the rim. "Director Fang, this is the medicine decocted according to your adjusted prescription: 12g of Fritillaria thunbergii, 5g of Trichosanthes kirilowii peel, 12g of Angelica sinensis, and the earthworm was decocted for 15 minutes first. Please take a look." The nurse said, handing over the prescription verification sheet.

Fang Yan took the prescription, glanced at it, confirmed the dosage was correct, and then touched the outside of the medicine bowl. The temperature was just right. "Okay, I can feed it to Mr. Ma now." He turned to Ma Guoliang and said, "Today I added Trichosanthes peel, which can help to thin out the remaining phlegm in the lungs, making it easier to cough up; I also increased the amount of Angelica sinensis, which will help to clear the meridians in the lungs more smoothly, making breathing easier."

Ma Guoliang's son quickly took the medicine bowl and, imitating the nurse from the previous night, scooped up the medicine with a small spoon, blew on it before putting it to his father's lips.

Ma Guoliang took a sip and nodded: "It tastes a bit sweeter than the medicine from last night, and it's not bad."

Fang Yan instructed from the side: "Drink it slowly. If you feel choked, stop for a while and then drink it again. After you finish drinking, lie down and rest for a while. Don't rush to talk. Let the effects of the medicine dissipate slowly."

Watching Ma Guoliang sip his medicine, Fang Yan then said to his son who was on night watch:

"This morning I tried turning down the oxygen flow rate to see if I experienced shortness of breath or dizziness. If I coughed up phlegm again, I remembered to check if the color had lightened and how much there was."

Ma Guoliang and his son immediately nodded.

After finishing the medicine bowl, Ma Guoliang smacked his lips. Instead of coughing as before, he took a deep breath and a relaxed expression appeared on his face: "I feel warm all over after drinking it, and my chest doesn't feel tight anymore."

After seeing him finish drinking, Fang Yan said to him:
"I'll go check on other patients first and come back later."

The two agreed, and Ma Guoliang was ready to cough at any time, holding a handkerchief in his hand, ready to catch phlegm.

After leaving Fangyan's place, we'll next see Zhang Fu, a rabies patient, and Mr. Sima, who has metastatic thyroid cancer.

Fang Yan arrived at Zhang Fu's ward first, just as Zhang Fu returned from the toilet.

People from the laboratory followed behind.

Upon meeting, he spoke in dialect:

"Dr. Fang, the foul-smelling rust color has changed today; it's green now."

Fang Yan was taken aback. It had turned green?
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To be continued tomorrow
(End of this chapter)