Rebirth 1977 Great Era

Chapter 1408 Zhu Lin gave birth! (Two chapters combined)
Three days passed quickly.

The time for Wang Zhenlin to make the payment has arrived. According to the information, he is still in Tianjin. This guy did not go to see the Western doctor, but went to see his elders. His family is considered a large family in Tianjin, with many relatives. In the past few days, he has spent a lot of money to hold three banquets at the Friendship Hotel, Astor Hotel, and Tianjin No. 1 Hotel in Tianjin.

These relatives didn't actually have a deep impression of him, and some didn't even know him, but he still invited them to the restaurant. This kind of restaurant catering to foreigners is not a place that ordinary people can come to. In these few days, Wang Zhenlin gained a lot of face and even made it into the Tianjin newspaper.

This is also the most understandable thing he has done recently.

At least it's not as shrouded in mystery as before.

This is a classic example of returning home in wealth and honor!
However, Zhu Weiguo's side is having a tough time keeping an eye on things. There are just too many people involved, and it's really difficult to figure out whether Wang Zhenlin has been using this time to spread information or who his accomplices are.

This guy is practically a professionally trained secret agent, using every possible means at his disposal. It's just that we need to play the long game now, otherwise Zhu Weiguo would really like to just grab this old guy and ask him what methods he used.

Even the locals were speculating whether Wang Zhenlin had used some new American gadget.

Otherwise, how could we have kept failing to find any fault with him?

The money is due today, but Fang Yan doesn't know if the old man will keep his promise. He has to wait for the telegram from Hong Kong.

This morning, I checked Zhu Lin's body and confirmed that there were no signs of her giving birth. Fang Yan had thought that Zhu Lin would give birth yesterday, but she didn't.

Now, we don't care when the dialect will be born anymore; it can come out whenever it wants, anyway, it'll be in the next few days.

Among the hospitalized patients, Mr. Sima and Mr. Ma, who were admitted before everyone else, are still the most seriously ill in Fang Yan's hands.

One is thyroid cancer with cervical metastasis, and the other is idiopathic pulmonary interstitial fibrosis.

However, their treatment went very smoothly. After half a month of treatment, Mr. Sima's thyroid cancer has softened and shrunk, and most of the dense lipomas on his body have disappeared. It can be said that the modified Fangyan Anti-Cancer Decoction has played a significant role in treating Mr. Sima's condition.

In addition, Mr. Ma's idiopathic interstitial pulmonary fibrosis has shown many similarities to Zhou Zhaoqin's during the treatment process, such as the phenomenon of expectoration, which has occurred every day these days.

Grayish phlegm clumps appear every day, although not as much as Zhou Zhaoqin's, but the situation is the same. This has given Fang Yan and his team a lot of experience with the patient's recurring medication reactions.

As for the other patients, apart from the one with bone tuberculosis who recovered a little slower, the others recovered quite quickly. The physical condition of wealthy people, coupled with their better nutrition, generally leads to a much faster recovery than expected.

The person who recovered the fastest among them was Mr. Wei, who was driven crazy by his family.

Since Fang Yan followed Mr. Wei's instructions and didn't allow anyone from his family to visit him, his recovery speed has been nothing short of miraculous. After only a few days of taking the medicine, he has already stopped having any relapses.

Today, his slippery pulse has disappeared.

My daily sleep time has increased from two hours to a fixed eight hours.

He still has recurring nightmares, and sometimes you can hear him muttering to himself in his dreams. When he wakes up and you ask him what he dreamt about, he says he can't remember.

He was previously diagnosed with schizophrenia by other doctors and his family, but here in Fangyan, he is being treated for depression, and they have kept him away from his family. Now he is fine.

Fang Yan said to Mr. Wei, who was recovering rapidly:
"Mr. Wei, judging from your condition these past few days, your pulse is stable, you're getting enough sleep, and your auditory hallucinations and apathy have basically disappeared. At this rate of recovery, if we observe you for another two days to stabilize your condition, you should be able to be discharged and go home early next week."

"Discharged? Home? No, Dr. Fang!" Mr. Wei, who was quietly reading, suddenly looked up, his face drained of color, and his eyes instantly filled with terror, as if he had heard the worst possible news. He practically lunged at the bedside, desperately grabbing Dr. Fang's white coat sleeve. "You said yourself that I'd need at least one or two months of treatment! It's only been half a month, how can you send me away? I won't leave! I absolutely won't leave! Please let me stay a little longer, I... I don't care about money!"

Fang Yan was taken aback by his intense reaction, and immediately and keenly sensed the deep-seated fear of "home" that far exceeded his worry about the disease.

Recalling the pain he suffered from being diagnosed with "schizophrenia" before being admitted to the hospital, and the fact that he miraculously recovered after only a few days away from his family, Fang Yan understood.

Fang Yan immediately broke free from Mr. Wei's grasp, then sat down on the chair beside the bed and said to the unfortunate man:
“Mr. Wei, your physical indicators have indeed met the standards. Your resistance to being discharged from the hospital, and even your fear of ‘going home’... the root cause is probably not the illness itself, but rather the person you are with, right? Are you afraid to go back and face your wife and family?”

Mr. Wei felt as if his deepest wound had been touched; his body trembled violently, and he slumped back onto the bed.

He covered his face with both hands, his knuckles turning white from the force, his shoulders shaking uncontrollably, and he was on the verge of a breakdown.

After a long while, his suppressed sobs, thick with nasal tones, finally escaped through his fingers.

Fang Yan quickly comforted him.

"Alright, alright, calm down, calm down. Let's talk this over calmly. I'm your attending physician, so I'll definitely help you."

After saying that, Mr. Wei, as if grasping at a straw, said to Fang Yan:

"Dr. Fang... please save me, please save me..." He raised his tear-streaked face, his eyes filled with despair and pleading, "You don't know... that wasn't home at all, it was hell! It was a cage that drove me crazy!"

"Divorce! Isn't it simple to get a divorce in your foreign countries?" Fang Yan was a little puzzled. Was this person so cowardly?

“If I could get a divorce, I would have done it eight hundred times over!” He shook his head in anguish, his voice hoarse. “But how can I get a divorce? How can I possibly get one! She won’t agree, and her parents certainly won’t! Back then… back then her family helped me out, but over the years, I’ve paid them back tenfold, a hundredfold, with interest! Money, career, dignity… I’ve lost it all! In their eyes, I’m just a puppet who can’t have my own thoughts, can’t make mistakes, and is forever indebted to them!”

He began to pour out his heart incoherently, the pent-up pain bursting forth like a flood:

“She always says I'm not good enough, that I don't earn enough money, and that I'm not good enough for her... Every business decision she makes is interfered with, and if things don't go her way, she turns on me, saying I'm ungrateful, and that if I hadn't relied on her family, would I be where I am today? All those hurtful things came from her mouth! 'Making dirty money'? Yes, she was the one who said that first! She said my first pot of gold was ill-gotten, that I was ruthless and heartless... But the business world is like a battlefield, can you get by without being tough? I work my butt off, and in her eyes, it's all just being heartless!”

“And her family!” Mr. Wei’s eyes flashed with deep hatred. “Every time we argued, her parents, siblings, and even distant relatives would call to ‘lecture’ me! They would say I was ungrateful, that I had wronged her… They stared at me like I was a criminal! That trip was supposed to be a relaxing getaway, but what happened? Just because I bought her a local-style bracelet at a tourist attraction instead of the more expensive jade bracelet she wanted, she said in front of everyone on the bus that I didn’t care about her, that I was stingy and calculating, and she started cursing at me! At that moment… I wanted to jump off the bus right then and there!”

He clutched his hair in anguish:
“At home, even breathing is wrong! If I want to read a book quietly for a while, she says I'm pretentious; if I want to rest early, she says I'm ignoring her; even if I do nothing, she can find fault with me… I've tried to communicate, begged, even knelt down and begged her to let me go… What did I get in return? More humiliation and accusations, being called a coward, not a man! Dr. Fang, those days… every day felt like being cut by a dull knife, I really… really felt like I was suffocating! I'd rather live here for the rest of my life than go back to that 'home'!”

Mr. Wei suddenly looked up, his bloodshot eyes fixed on Fang Yan, as if grasping at the last straw: "Dr. Fang, your medical skills are superb! You've pulled me out of my daze! Please, please see this through to the end! Show me a way out! If I go back like this, I'll go completely insane in less than a month, no, maybe even a week! This place is the only place where I can breathe, my only safe haven! You can't... you can't just push me back like this!"

His voice trembled with tears, filled with utter despair:

"Dr. Fang, if you abandon me, I'll really have no way to survive... Please help me, give me some advice. I'll do anything to avoid going back! Please, Dr. Fang!"

He struggled to get off the bed and kneel down before Fang Yan, but Fang Yan quickly pressed his shoulder down.

The condition we are dealing with has gone beyond the realm of simple illness.

His condition stemmed from a long-term, dysfunctional family relationship, leading to a mental breakdown.

Sending him back to that home would be almost the same as sending Ma Wenying back; it would be pushing people into a fire pit again.

However, it's really difficult for Fang Yan to intervene in this matter alone, and even Director Liao can't easily intervene. The main reason is that although his situation seems similar to Ma Wenying's, the actual circumstances are different.

Ma Wenying didn't want to get married and didn't want to be a victim of an arranged marriage. He, on the other hand, was already married. Fang Yan's suggestion that he get a divorce is quite outrageous in the context of mainland China. If word got out that Fang Yan was advising someone to get a divorce, people would probably gossip about him.

These days, mainland Chinese people still have a rather simple view on marriage. They try their best to make it work if they can, and if they can't, their workplace will help them adjust and they can continue trying.

divorce?

That would be social death.

The problem is that he doesn't live in mainland China, and neither does his wife.

Fang Yan thought for a moment and said to him:
"Don't worry, I won't rush you to leave the hospital. Let's think of a solution together."

Mr. Wei breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing Fang Yan's words, and repeatedly thanked Fang Yan:
"Thank you, Dr. Fang, thank you so much!"

Seeing that he had snot and tears all over his face, Fang Yan quickly told him to clean up.

Mr. Wei obediently went to get it, and as he left, he didn't forget to say to Fang Yan:

"Dr. Fang, please let me know as soon as you come up with a solution!"

Fang Yan quickly agreed.

By the time Fang Yan came out of the ward, the commotion inside had already been heard by the medical staff in the corridor.

Everyone looked at him, wanting to hear what gossip he was talking about. After all, with the door closed, they couldn't hear clearly, only the shouting from inside.

"What's going on? Has he fallen ill again?" Old Fan and Yuan Qingshan, who were making rounds with Fang Yan, also heard this and hurried over to ask Fang Yan.

Fang Yan said to them:

"It's nothing! I was just talking about my family and I had a bit of a mental breakdown."

The two men were aware of Mr. Wei's situation, and upon hearing this, they immediately showed expressions of understanding.

Then Lao Fan said to Fang Yan:

"Oh, right, there's something I forgot to tell you. My uncle is planning to go out for a while."

"Is Master Haiteng leaving?" Fang Yan asked. Old Fan nodded and said:

"Yes, someone invited him to go back together to find a medicinal herb. He said there was nothing to do here, so he decided to go back."

Upon hearing this, Fang Yan recalled what Master Hai Deng had mentioned about Zhong Nanshan's golden silk mugwort and Qinling's golden scale mugwort. He had reported this to the Ministry of Health and asked someone to contact them, but he still hadn't received any news. Judging by the time, it should be about time for harvesting.

"Are you going to find mugwort?" Fang Yan asked.

Old Fan was taken aback:
"how do you know?"

He said in dialect:

“You weren’t here at the time. Master Hai Deng showed me and Dean Zhao Xiwu that we were planning to transplant to other places to try the feasibility of large-scale planting at high altitudes.”

"We asked the local health department for help back then, but they still haven't reported any progress."

Old Fan suddenly realized what was going on and said:

"Then this must be what he was talking about."

He said in dialect:

"Whenever the master leaves, I'll throw him a farewell banquet."

Old Fan waved his hand and said:
"Never mind, he doesn't like doing these things. He didn't even bring his apprentice this time. He should be back soon."

Upon hearing this, Fang Yan said:

"When is he leaving? I'll go see him off."

"I'll be leaving by train at noon the day after tomorrow," Lao Fan revealed the specific time in his dialect, then added:
"The tickets have been bought, and they're sleeper berths, so don't worry about it."

Fang Yan nodded upon hearing this, and said to Lao Fan:

"Then remember to remind me the day after tomorrow, and I'll go with you to deliver it."

Old Fan then agreed.

……

After finishing the ward rounds, Fang Yan went to report Mr. Wei's situation to Director Liao.

Upon hearing Fang Yan's words, Director Liao said to Fang Yan:

"Even an upright official finds it difficult to settle family disputes; his situation is rather complicated..."

"We can't exactly go and persuade his wife to divorce him, can we?"

Fang Yan shook his head, saying, "If we do it that way, things will get chaotic."

He thought for a while and said:

"Now I'm thinking of extending the medical observation period first, and postponing discharge under the pretext of 'consolidating the curative effect and preventing recurrence,' to provide a buffer time. We can use the hospitalization time to continue psychological counseling to help Mr. Wei build the ability to cope with stress. Then our Overseas Chinese Affairs Office can convey the medical diagnosis to his wife and see the reaction there. Also, although Mr. Wei didn't say it, there are actually some problems with his family. I've met his parents and brothers, and they are very controlling of him. We also need to communicate with them."

"But then again, adults are rarely changed. What we're doing has too little impact. I don't think these people can make much of a difference. So it's best to have them mediated by influential and respected elders in their local area. If they can get a divorce, that would be ideal. Even if they can't, it can still make them behave a bit."

After hearing the dialect, Director Liao thought for a moment and then nodded, saying:
"That makes sense."

Director Liao added, "We really can't directly ask the Overseas Chinese Affairs Office to 'reconcile' or 'divorce' him. We need to take a different approach. We can ask them to pass on a message to Mr. Wei's wife, explaining that 'the current family environment is not conducive to the patient's recovery, and we suggest temporarily reducing contact and cooperating with medical treatment.' Let her know first that 'Mr. Wei's condition is not fully recovered,' rather than immediately mentioning 'divorce' or 'mediation,' which will lessen the likelihood of resistance."

Fang Yan nodded:
“You’ve hit the nail on the head! If we directly mention ‘mediating family conflicts,’ she’ll definitely be wary and unwilling to cooperate. Using ‘illness’ as a pretext is both reasonable and won’t make her feel like we’re meddling.”

Fang Yan found this situation even more frustrating than treating an illness. The saying "even an upright official finds it hard to settle family disputes" is truly accurate. In the past, Fang Yan only treated physical problems when seeking medical help; he had never really addressed the issues of the mind or environment. Now, encountering such a difficult case, he was genuinely at a loss for what to do.

"Should I also learn psychology? Or mediator skills or something?" Fang Yan wondered to himself.

……

After talking with Director Liao, Fang Yan went to school.

This morning, there was a lecture by Professor Wang Yuchuan, who mainly talked about how, during his exchange in Japan, he and the traditional Chinese medicine practitioners there chose different solutions when faced with the same symptoms.

I listened very carefully to the dialect in this class, but before the class was even over, He Puren from the research institute next door arrived:
"Director Fang, we just received a call from Peking Union Medical College Hospital. Your wife suddenly has abdominal pain and says she's about to give birth. They need you to come over immediately!"

Upon hearing this, Fang Yanteng immediately stood up. Before he could even greet Wang Yuchuan, he heard the professor on the podium wave at him.
"Go! Go! Hurry up!"

Fang Yan immediately ran after He Puren downstairs, then got into the car next door and drove off towards Xiehe Hospital.

It's only three kilometers, I'll be there in no time.

I parked the car downstairs without even checking if it was parked properly, and immediately rushed to the obstetrics and gynecology department.

Sofia and her sister-in-law were already waiting here.

"How is it? How is it?" Fang Yan grabbed his sister-in-law and asked.

Zhu Xian said to Fang Yan:

"My sister was chatting with me when she suddenly said her stomach hurt. You weren't there at the time, but luckily Sophia was there and she held my sister. Then I grabbed my things and rushed here to Peking Union Medical College Hospital."

"We ran into Dean Cui at the entrance, and she immediately told us to go to the obstetrics and gynecology department. Aunt He had just taken the patient in, and then Dean Cui even made a phone call to your research institute."

"The person has already gone inside?" Fang Yan grasped the key point.

Sister-in-law Zhu Xian and Sophia nodded repeatedly. Fang Yan glanced at the tightly closed door. It was locked from the inside, so he definitely couldn't get in. He could only wait outside.

He asked Sophia and Zhu Xian:

"Was there any bleeding or water breaking just now?"

Zhu Xian's arm tightened as Fang Yan grabbed her, and she nodded quickly, speaking rapidly as if afraid of missing any crucial information:
"No bleeding! And no water breaking!"

She gasped for breath, her face still showing signs of shock: "She suddenly cried out in pain, her face turned pale, and she was gripping the chair armrest, gasping for breath! Sophia and I helped her to the sofa to lie down. She was curled up in pain, sweating profusely... Sophia is strong, and she half-carried my sister the whole way. I quickly grabbed the hospital bag I had prepared and rushed out!"

Sofia nodded vigorously, gesturing as she recounted what had just happened in dialect.

She was a little nervous and her speech became slurred, mixing Russian and Chinese.

Zhu Xian said to Fang Yan:

"On the way, my sister was biting her lip and trembling from the pain, but she was conscious and told me not to panic... She said that her contractions were very intense. The nurses here took one look and said that it was definitely regular contractions that had started, so they took her straight to the delivery room! Aunt He came out, took a look, touched my sister's belly and said that her cervix was definitely dilating!"

Fang Yan breathed a slight sigh of relief upon hearing this.

At this moment, Dean Cui also came over. After seeing Fang Yan, she said:
"It's okay, I already asked."

Fang Yan nodded and said to Dean Cui:
"Thank you, Dean Cui!"

Cui Jingyi waved her hand and said:

"I guess I just happened to run into her. I won't thank you. Your Zhu Lin has a really good attitude. She was very calm at the time. Most people wouldn't be as calm as her."

"After all, I've studied medicine!" Fang Yan smiled at Cui Jingyi, trying to appear relaxed, but he was definitely not relaxed at the moment. His wife was giving birth, and he now understood how Lao Hu had felt a few days ago.

Cui Jingyi patted Fang Yan on the shoulder, knowing how Fang Yan was feeling at that moment.

Just then, the door to the maternity ward suddenly opened.

Fang Yan and the others were taken aback, not expecting it to happen so quickly. When the nurse opened the door and saw Fang Yan there, she was also surprised, then happily said:
"Dr. Fang, congratulations! Congratulations! The baby has been born!"

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

(End of this chapter)