Rebirth 1977 Great Era

Chapter 856 A Traditional Chinese Medicine Development Foundation in the Name of Dialects (Bonus Chapter for Monthly Tickets)
Why does this medicine work so quickly?
It's because they copied the final correct answer.

This prescription is a highly effective formula that Professor Jiang summarized after more than two years of clinical practice and adjustments. Fang Yan, through "predicting future medical cases," mastered this proven effective plan in advance, saving a long trial-and-error process.

Given that the symptoms of the two people were completely consistent, there was no reason why the dialect couldn't be cured.

When Representative Huo heard Fang Yan say that seven doses could cure his mother, he was initially skeptical, but then he remembered Fang Yan's track record... a 100% cure rate so far.

This reminded him of the information he had obtained from the master.

Immediately, a special realization arose in my heart.

Only those destined for each other should have such a clear attitude, right?
Fang Yan said to Representative Huo:
"Mr. Huo, you can take your mother to the hospital now to complete the admission process."

"The medicine will be delivered soon, and I will watch her drink it in the ward."

Representative Huo then came to his senses and hurriedly said:
"okay!"

Although Ms. Lü hasn't taken her medication yet, she has a strong premonition that she will recover soon, which is a very strange feeling.

It was as if she had been exhausted for four days and felt like she was going to get sick.

She said gratefully to Fang Yan:
"Dr. Fang, thank you."

Fang Yan patted the medical book she had given him and said:
"You're welcome. I am a doctor, and I should thank you for your trust in coming all this way to see me."

Ms. Lü said with a smile:

"Haha, I'm really looking forward to the day I recover."

Then she reached out and had her son help her up.

Then she looked at Director Liao, who was standing by the window, and said:

"Director Liao."

"Hmm?" Director Liao looked at her.

Ms. Lü thought for a moment, then tentatively asked:

"I'd like to establish a Traditional Chinese Medicine (TCM) fund in Dr. Fang's name to reward more outstanding TCM doctors. I'm wondering if this is in accordance with the rules?"

Director Liao was taken aback:
"fund?"

Ms. Lü said with a smile:

"Actually, I don't really understand either. Anyway, there are many medical foundations abroad that specifically encourage the cultivation of top Western medical talents, promote Western medical research achievements, and facilitate the development of Western medicine in various countries."

"I don't have much education, and my thinking is very simple. I just think that since Western medicine can do it, can't traditional Chinese medicine do it too? The country is so big, there must be quite a few excellent young TCM doctors, right?"

Upon hearing this, Fang Yan's eyes lit up.

The Traditional Chinese Medicine Foundation—it really can't be done without money, but it's a great thing to have done it, especially during this period.

Most importantly, this fund is actually in its own name?
A fund for the development of traditional Chinese medicine based on local dialects?

This is even more intense than building a house!
Director Liao glanced at the leader from the Ministry of Health, who seemed a little confused, but knew it was a good thing.

She nodded at him.

Then Director Liao said:

"We need to look into some cases from abroad."

Ms. Lü said with a smile:

"Okay, I'll bother you then."

Director Liao hurriedly waved his hand:
"No trouble, no trouble!"

Providing financial support for traditional Chinese medicine is generally a good thing.

Even if we can't produce a dialect, it would be good to produce a few Li Zhengji, Xiao Chengzhi, and Meng Jimin!

After Ms. Lü finished speaking, she said to the dialect:

"Dr. Fang, I'll wait for you in the inpatient ward."

"Okay!" Fang Yan snapped out of her daze and nodded in agreement.

At this moment, Representative Huo leaned close to Fang Yan and whispered:
"Dr. Fang, we still have an advisory agreement to sign, don't forget."

He said in dialect:

"No, we'll sign it after we finish dealing with Ms. Lü's matter."

"Hmm." Representative Huo nodded, then helped his mother and went out with the other Huo family entourage to handle the hospital admission procedures.

The dean followed behind, offering them assistance.

After everyone else left, only Director Liao from the Overseas Chinese Affairs Office and leaders from the Ministry of Health remained.

"Great job, Fang Yan! Well done!" Director Liao gave Fang Yan a thumbs up.

I saw two patients today. The first one, Situ Chi from the Situ family, took a little longer, but the eldest son of the Huo family was treated in no time. Moreover, they mentioned setting up a TCM foundation.

This is all thanks to dialects.

"It's all thanks to the support of the leaders," Fang Yan said modestly, cupping his hands in a gesture of respect. His wife had criticized him for being immodest yesterday, so he had to be more humble today and prioritize listening to advice.

Seeing the dialect like this, Director Liao said with a smile:
"You little rascal, you've learned the ways of officialdom now?"

The Ministry of Health leader also said with a smile:

"Exactly, why didn't you choose this?"

Upon hearing this, Fang Yan also laughed and said:

"Haha, I just joined the student council yesterday, so I can't help but feel a little cocky right now."

This made Director Liao and the leaders from the Ministry of Health laugh.
"Hahaha……"

The tense atmosphere in the consultation room, which had been there during the treatment, was immediately replaced by a relaxed feeling, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

Finally, I've given these two companies a satisfactory answer.

Director Liao said to Fang Yan:

"You handled both patients very well this time. I knew I hadn't misjudged you."

He said in a half-joking tone in his dialect:
"The follow-up treatment hasn't even started yet, so please don't praise me yet."

Director Liao asked:
"What's wrong? You still lack confidence?"

Fang Yan shook his head:
"It's not that I lack confidence, but what if? Don't overestimate me, or I'll fall down and be finished."

Upon hearing this, Director Liao paused slightly, then smiled and praised:
"Very good, you haven't gotten carried away! That's a good mindset."

Having said that, he then made a promise regarding the question he had just asked:

"You don't need to worry about this. Even if it can't be cured, we have a plan. We certainly can't let you bear the risk alone."

The Ministry of Health leaders also nodded in agreement:
"That's right, we're not just sitting around doing nothing either. Don't worry, we have a plan."

Some concerns are expressed in a joking manner. These leaders are all shrewd; they know exactly what Fang Yan is worried about.

Let's just give him a heads-up now and put his mind at ease.

Upon hearing this, Fang Yan's eyes darted around, and then, seizing the opportunity, he asked:
"Really? What are your plans?"

Director Liao was both amused and exasperated.
"No, you really want to run into him?"

Fang Yan said with a chuckle:

"Give me a heads-up so I can be mentally prepared."

Director Liao glanced at the leader from the Ministry of Health, and after exchanging a look, they looked towards the door to make sure no one was there before lowering their voices and saying:
"There are several ways, but I'll just mention one: if you really encounter a situation that can't be cured, we'll urgently transfer you to the central medical team, saying you're going to participate in an emergency mission, and you won't receive any follow-up treatment to avoid a failed outcome."

Fang Yan was stunned upon hearing this, then gave a thumbs up:
"The leader is still superior!"

The solution was to cut off the supply at the source and urgently reassign personnel.

Director Liao asked him:
"Now you feel more confident, right?"

"I'm confident now," Fang Yan nodded.

Director Liao waved his hand at the dialect:
"Alright, let's get on with the follow-up treatment. We'll look into the funding."

Fang Yan nodded; as long as the leader had a contingency plan, he felt much more at ease.

The leader's contingency plan is very reasonable, just like this, so he feels more at ease.

Just as a cunning rabbit has three burrows, a dialect certainly can't leave no way out.

The more important thing now is to test the leader's attitude.

Whether the dialect can be cured is one thing; whether they allow failure is another.

Knowing the higher-ups' attitude, Fang Yan's mind started working, and she reminded her leader:
"That fund is a good thing. In terms of management structure, in addition to the board of directors, it would be best to have a few independent directors and an official oversight committee to ensure transparency of funds and to study fair and just allocation."

"If you just look at the model of the Nobel Prize, it will be easier to understand."

"The prize money is determined based on the foundation's investment returns. The prize money can be received by the winner alone or shared by multiple people."

"It's just that the Nobel Prize has a broader scope, while this fund only supports traditional Chinese medicine."

After saying that, he walked outside, muttering:
"I don't know much about the specifics either. I've just read some foreign magazines and know some relevant information. I'm just sharing this for your reference. You should ask Representative Huo about this; he's a professional."

The two people in the room seemed to have been inspired, they looked at each other and nodded repeatedly.

Fang Yan was heading towards the hospital building.

He thought to himself that this TCM foundation was not only a political bargaining chip for the Huo family to curry favor with the mainland, but it could also be a strategic fulcrum for him to realize the revival of TCM.

By adopting a three-pronged approach of "scientific research funding, commercial operation, and cultural export," he's determined to copy the future model of Western medicine and make something of it.

In the past, no one occupied it; it was occupied by foreign Western medical capital. Now, I will occupy it this time!
PS: I got another 100 monthly votes, so after finishing this chapter, I still owe everyone 55000 words.

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

Lao Feng is working hard to write tomorrow's code.

(End of this chapter)