Rebirth 1977 Great Era

Chapter 1454 Gu Xinmin Under Surveillance, the China Traditional Chinese Medicine Development Conference Convenes
I've heard this person's dialect from Officer Zhang; his name is Gu Xinmin, and he and Wang Zhenlin are from the same hometown in Tianjin.

He is also a professor of pharmacology.

"Director Fang, I didn't mean any harm. I just agreed to help Mr. Wang with a small favor, but I didn't expect it to turn out like this."

“My life and work have been affected now. If I had known it would turn out like this, I definitely wouldn’t have agreed to it,” Gu Xinmin said to Fang Yan.

Fang Yan frowned and asked:

"How are you being affected now?"

"I'm being watched." Gu Xinmin looked around, his expression very wary.

He asked in dialect:

"Surveillance? By whom?"

Gu Xinmin shook his head:

"I don't know exactly who it is, but I know I'm definitely being monitored, most likely by the police."

“They initially thought I was Wang Zhenlin’s spy, working for foreigners, but the problem is… what kind of spy would willingly expose themselves like that? Isn’t that ridiculous?”

Fang Yan glanced at the exposed crowd around him, but he couldn't tell that anyone was watching him.

The dialect, enhanced by the system, is extremely sensitive to whether someone is monitoring it or not.

Unless the surveillance wasn't directed at him.

"Could it be that you're being too sensitive?" Fang Yan asked.

In fact, he thought it was normal to monitor Gu Xinmin, since he was helping Wang Zhenlin.
“No, someone is definitely watching us. I can feel it,” Gu Xinmin said.

Since the other party insisted on saying it that way, Fang Yan didn't argue and asked:
"Then let's assume someone is watching us."

"But the fact that I'm spying on you has nothing to do with me, and it won't do you any good if you come to me."

Gu Xinmin shook his head and said:

"No, I know you can talk to the people up there. If you could just put in a word for me, I would be extremely grateful."

Fang Yan frowned:

“I don’t know the details of this matter, and the higher-ups didn’t consult me ​​about the arrangements. How can I speak up for you? What authority do I have to speak on your behalf?”

“If they are really monitoring you, and they already have suspicions about you, what kind of person would I be if I spoke up for you now? Even if the two of us are talking here now, someone might come to me later to ask me about it. Professor Gu, you have created trouble for me again.”

"This...this I..." Gu Xinmin didn't know how to respond in Fangyan for a moment.

Fang Yan shook his head and said:
"Alright, if you really don't have anything going on with Wang Zhenlin, I believe they will investigate and find out. If there's nothing else, then let's leave it at that."

As he spoke, he took the Pearl of Justice and prepared to leave.

"and many more!"

"Is there anything else?" Fang Yan turned to look at Gu Xinmin.

Gu Xinmin said to the dialect:

"Director Fang, do you believe I am innocent?"

"Whether you believe it or not is not important. What's important is whether you have nothing to do with Wang Zhenlin. As long as you're clean and the higher-ups can't find any problems, no one will be monitoring you. And I'll assume that what you said about being monitored is true. But how can you be sure that it's the police monitoring you, and not Wang Zhenlin's spy monitoring you?" Fang Yan asked rhetorically.

Gu Xinmin was taken aback, and reminded him in dialect:
"Perhaps you have some kind of technology he wants?"

"..." A look of recollection flashed across Gu Xinmin's eyes, then he slapped his thigh, revealing a look of sudden realization.

Then he cupped his hands in a gesture of respect to Fang Yan and said:
"That makes sense!!"

Then he turned around and left.

Seeing this, Fang Yan quickly reminded him:

"If he is a spy for Wang Zhenlin, shouldn't you call the police immediately?"

Gu Xinmin paused, only then remembering that the two of them were at the entrance of the police station.

“Yes!” He nodded and went straight inside.

Fang Yan looked at the man's startled appearance and wondered if he was always like this or if he had some mental problems.

After Gu Xinmin went inside, Fang Yan looked around again to make sure he wasn't being followed. Only then did he lead Zhengyi and Mingzhu home.

Upon returning home, Fang Yan immediately went to the study and called Director Liao to report the situation.

After listening to the conversation on the other end of the phone, Director Liao confirmed in Fang Yan's voice that someone was indeed watching the people Wang Zhenlin had been in contact with.

However, it's uncertain whether Wang Zhenlin's men are still keeping an eye on things.

As for the projects Gu Xinmin currently has, he does have several, and the university has not restricted his research in any way.

Since Gu Xinmin called the police after being prompted by the dialect, we can now assume that there is indeed a group of people watching his research project and begin an investigation.

Finally, Director Liao told Fang Yan not to worry about it, as he was now preparing his speech for the Huaxia Traditional Chinese Medicine Development Symposium in a few days.

Fang Yan agreed and then hung up the phone.

Judging from Director Liao's words, Gu Xinmin does have projects that are progressing, but it seems that they have not yielded any results.

So maybe Gu Xinmin is just being paranoid about this.

Of course, it cannot be ruled out that the investigation was not thorough enough, or that it was not taken seriously enough, since the investigators were not professionals in this field.

Fang Yan then thought of his mother-in-law. She was from a research institution affiliated with Peking Union Medical College, and would certainly be familiar with the research projects of the professors at the university. Maybe she knew something.

As Fang Yan walked out of the room, her mother-in-law, who had just returned from get off work and hadn't even come inside yet, went up to her and told her about what happened when she picked up Zhengyi Mingzhu from school that day.

After listening to this, the mother-in-law recalled for a moment and said:
"In terms of pharmacological research, he has achieved a result on a special toxin antidote, but it is not very useful because the toxin is quite rare, so it is basically useless. He is currently researching a rapid inhibition scheme for highly adaptable pathogens, but it seems that there are no results yet!"

"A special antidote?" Fang Yan was taken aback.

The mother-in-law said:
"Yes, I saw it in the results report at the end of last year. Other than that, I don't know much else."

Fang Yan touched his chin. Could it be this?
Although superiors believed it had no practical value at present, espionage activities are often ahead of their time, and Fang Yan suspected that they might have sensed the military potential of some research through internal channels.

Because, given the nature of the Americans, they like to reverse some positive research, and the special thing about pharmacology is that it can not only develop life-saving drugs, but also derive biological warfare agents, nerve agent antidotes, or battlefield special effects.

To avoid being taken seriously by her superiors, Fang Yan picked up the phone and called Director Liao back.

During the phone call, Fang Yan emphasized the point again.

Judging from the information revealed by the Americans in their previous lives, they've been doing these things for a long time.

After listening to the report on dialect, Director Liao also thought of this area.

He indicated that he would call and speak to them in person.

Then tell the dialect not to get involved in this matter.

The main issue is that Fang Yan still needs to find a way to win the Nobel Prize. Now that he's involved in this matter, if the other party's conspiracy is foiled, they certainly won't treat him well.

Fang Yan immediately agreed. He had done almost everything he was supposed to do, and now he just had to wait and see the results.

After hanging up the phone, Fang Yan told his mother-in-law not to tell anyone else about it, and to just pretend that nothing had happened.

Hearing the serious tone of the dialect, Fu Zhaojun, the mother-in-law, also took it seriously and said that she definitely wouldn't be able to speak it at all.

……

For the next few days, Fang Yan received no news about Gu Xinmin.

However, his classmates gradually returned from all over the country, bringing back survey information from various places.

The information was continuously compiled and sent to the research institute.

Soon a distribution of patient types across the country was completed.

A nationwide campaign to promote liver disease treatment is about to begin.

Meanwhile, renowned TCM experts, health commissioners, and Western medicine representatives from all over the country invited to the Huaxia TCM Development Symposium have also arrived in Beijing one after another.

The plan is to announce the nationwide liver disease prevention and control campaign at this conference.

Try your best to help spread the word about this event and let more people know that it was spearheaded and promoted by the dialect.

For this reason, the higher-ups even summoned relevant staff from several radio stations, television stations, and newspapers.

……

December 7, 1978, the eighth day of the eleventh lunar month, Thursday, the solar term Major Snow.

Today is the day of the Symposium on the Development of Traditional Chinese Medicine in China.

After finishing his rounds at Peking Union Medical College Hospital early in the morning, Fang Yan drove with his master to the Huaxia Academy of Traditional Chinese Medicine.

The choice of this location was deliberate.

This is the highest-level Chinese medicine research institute in the country, and the renowned Chinese medicine practitioners gathered here account for half of the entire capital city's top medical professionals.

Moreover, there are no issues with the meeting venue and hospitality here.

It can be said that all the specifications are available.

Today's attendees include not only renowned doctors invited from various regions, but also several ministers from the Ministry of Health.

Ostensibly it was for a meeting, but only a few people knew that it was all to promote the Nobel Prize for Fang Yan.

It started snowing last night, and the snow lessened a bit after dawn, but the temperature had already dropped significantly.

The conference hall of the Huaxia Academy of Traditional Chinese Medicine was warm and inviting, a stark contrast to the swirling snow outside.

The venue had already been set up. A red banner reading "Symposium on the Development of Traditional Chinese Medicine in China" was hanging at the front, and nameplates were placed on the stage below. The word "Dialect" was prominently displayed in the center-right position.

As the leader of this national liver disease prevention and control campaign, he was specially arranged by Vice Minister Li to speak in the core position.

The venue was gradually filled with people. Many of the invited traditional Chinese medicine practitioners from various regions had brought their students and grand-students. They had been accommodated at the nearby Yanjing Hotel and had been transported here by minibus early this morning.

These renowned TCM practitioners, dressed in simple Zhongshan suits or cotton-padded jackets, gathered in twos and threes to chat, their topics revolving around their recent clinical experiences and the challenges facing the development of TCM.

The health ministry specialists were carrying notebooks and occasionally whispering to those around them.

The other group consisted of representatives of Western medicine.

They sat in the corner, seemingly discussing something, their faces scrutinizing each other, clearly taking a wait-and-see approach to this symposium dominated by traditional Chinese medicine.

As soon as Fang Yan entered, many people turned their gazes toward them.

"Fang Yan!" At this moment, a familiar voice rang out. Fang Yan looked over and saw that it was Deng Tietao, an old man from Guangdong.

P.S.: There will be more this afternoon.

(End of this chapter)