Rebirth 1977 Great Era

Chapter 890: Fang Ge's Loyalty to the Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine; Renowned Japanese Doctor Otsuka Keisetsu Requests an Audience (Bonus Chapter for Monthly Tickets)

Why donate to schools instead of hospitals?

It's still a teaching building.

Fang Yan thought about the open spaces on campus and realized that they were indeed acceptable.

But then again, this should be discussed with the school; even if I've agreed, they haven't agreed yet.

Of course, barring any unforeseen circumstances, the school should agree.

Fang Yan said to Xiong Jing:

"Of course I have no objection, but you still need to discuss it with our school."

"Of course," Xiong Jing nodded in agreement.

Then he turned to Secretary Yang and said:

"Xiao Yang, make a note of this. This afternoon, find Director Liao to act as a mediator and discuss it with him."

"Okay," Secretary Yang nodded in agreement.

For Xiong Jing, donating a teaching building is certainly not a big deal.

She's willing to do anything to help her daughter get better.

The husband, busy with his business at home, certainly wouldn't have any objections.

We've already spent a lot of money on our daughter's medical treatment, so we don't mind spending a little more.

Moreover, she saw a different kind of hope in the dialect.

Not only did he just pull her daughter back from the brink of death, but after hearing about his subsequent treatment plan, she developed trust in him.

In Fang Yan's hands, everything became a project carried out in an orderly manner.

It's like how they do business. A business that seems impossible to do is broken down into sufficiently small steps, and then all that's needed is to implement it.

Moreover, it wasn't just the treatment steps arranged in Fang Yan's manner, but also the powerful aura emanating from him, as if any problem could be easily solved in his hands.

This feeling reassured Xiong Jing a lot.

After a while, the time for the ear acupuncture was up, and Fang Yan removed the ear acupuncture needles.

Prepare to write medical case notes.

Meal delivery services also started arriving one after another from other wards.

Most people order food at the Yanjing Hotel through their assistants. The menu is written in the local dialect, outlining what is edible and what is not. The people there strictly follow the dialect rules when ordering.

The doctor also needs to keep a record of what you eat every day.

While pursuing health, everyone hopes that the person making the food is skilled enough and the food tastes good enough.

Therefore, they all choose Yanjing Hotel, which has chefs who are the caliber of those who have served state banquets.

Of course, this isn't free; it requires foreign currency.

However, people don't really care how much money they can spend on a meal.

It's just a small amount of money, nothing to worry about!
This will make the restaurant happy, and the overseas Chinese businessmen who are hospitalized will also be happy.

It was a win-win situation.

Only the head chef of the Peking Union Medical College canteen was a little unhappy, because it was obvious that the food in their kitchen was not as good as that of the Yanjing Hotel.
I'm a professional myself, okay?

Of course, nobody cares about that.

However, they still got a chance to prove themselves today. Lu Ziwu and Xiong Jing, who were transferred here urgently at noon, haven't had lunch yet.

At this moment, the dean also came with the cafeteria staff to deliver food.

"Thank you for your hard work!" The dean personally pushed the cart in front, which contained today's lunch.

"This is the food from our hospital cafeteria today. Try it and see if it suits your taste."

The hospital director pushed the cart to the ward door and spoke to Xiong Jing inside.

Xiong Jing had been busy for a while, her mind focused on her daughter, and only when she smelled the aroma of the food did she realize that she was already a little hungry.

She quickly expressed her gratitude to the dean.

The hospital director smiled and pushed the cart into the ward, then placed the food on the coffee table before leading the staff to the next ward.

After the food was delivered, they discovered Fang Yan writing something at the nurses' station.

"Want to grab something at the cafeteria? Or should I have them bring you some?"

"You go about your business, don't worry about me, Zhu Lin will bring it to me later."

No sooner had he finished speaking than someone greeted him in dialect:

"Dr. Fang isn't going home today? Shall we grab something to eat together?"

It is partner Li Chengzhu.

She's almost fully recovered now and can eat whatever she wants. Fang Yan doesn't really restrict her eating. However, the food she eats isn't anything good; it's all expensive vegetable salads, pasta, cream of mushroom soup, and the like, ordered from the Yanjing Hotel.

In the local dialect, people would rather eat plain glutinous rice balls than this stuff.

"Never mind, you eat first, I'm busy." Fang Yan waved her hand with a smile, declining the other party's lunch invitation.

However, this shout was heard by many people in the ward.

Many people came out to order food in their local dialect.

The Huo family, the Situ family, Chairman Li, the Lu Ziwu couple who were admitted to the hospital today, and Xiong Jing who just wanted to donate a building to herself...

Fang Yan declined their kind offers one by one.

Finally, my wife arrived.

Fang Yan got her lunch.

The dean was quite impressed. So many people were inviting Fang Yan to dinner. He had never seen this when he was a doctor. Back then, nobody cared whether you ate or not.
That's why traditional Chinese medicine practitioners are more humane.

"Alright, you keep eating, I'm going to eat too," the dean said to Fang Yan.

"Okay!" Fang Yan glanced at the time and nodded.

After the dean left, Fang Yan finished writing the medical records.

Only then did Zhu Lin begin setting out the bowls and chopsticks. Fang Yan could tell from the number of bowls and chopsticks that his wife, Zhu Lin, was going to eat with him here.

"Has everyone in the family eaten?" Fang Yan asked his wife.

Zhu Lin said as he opened the lunchbox:
"Okay, I went back and reheated the cold dishes you put in the fridge, as well as the black chicken soup from last night, and then made two dishes, which I brought to you here."

When the lunchboxes were laid out, all the food from home was taken out: a cold dish, chicken soup from last night, and two freshly stir-fried dishes.

Although it's not as luxurious as others', Fang Yan just likes it.

He praised his wife while eating.

Zhu Lin was very happy and prepared to continue to work hard to improve her cooking skills.

While they were eating, the other medical staff also finished eating and came back to change shifts.

Seeing Fang Yan eating home-cooked food with his wife by his side, everyone came up to greet Zhu Lin.

"Brother Fang!"

"sister in law!"

"Are you eating?"

"..."

Fang Yan said to Meng Jimin:
Where is Professor Ren?

Meng Jimin said:
"I had just finished eating and left the cafeteria when the dean called a car to take me straight home."

He then added:

"Oh, right, I also brought your Heavenly Craft Needle."

Fang Yan nodded, then reminded Meng Jimin:
"Remember to ask for leave for me this afternoon."

Meng Jimin said:
"I know, I know, I could forget anyone but you. By the way, how's it going up there?"

He pointed to Xiong Jing's daughter's hospital room.

Fang Yan, holding his bowl, ate while saying:
"The ear acupuncture is finished, and the condition is improving. Around 1 PM, I can drink the Artemisia capillaris and Atractylodes decoction."
Upon hearing that the situation had stabilized, Meng Jimin gave Fang Yan a thumbs up.

"It's your fault!"

The others were also impressed. Fang Yan handled the situation exceptionally well today. They would have been completely flustered if it had been them. Especially when they were discussing it in the cafeteria earlier, Professor Ren and Cheng Baogui said that when they heard Secretary Yang announce the test results, the hairs on their necks stood on end.

The high-risk situation came from so far away; who knows how much it has deteriorated by now.

If they were speaking from the perspective of the dialect, they definitely wouldn't dare to accept it.

Not to mention bringing patients here for treatment.

That's confidence.

Fang Yan smiled. Cheng Baogui didn't dare to accept his letter, and Ren Yingqiu didn't dare to accept it either? He didn't believe a single punctuation mark. This was obviously to elevate Fang Yan's status in front of his own people.

The old man really put a lot of thought into it.

At this moment, Xiao Chengzhi lowered his voice and said:
"Now that she's been saved, let's see how she expresses her gratitude."

"They said they'd donate a building to me," Fang Yan said casually.

Xiao Chengzhi was taken aback, then laughed along with the others. Brother Fang really knows how to joke. How many red envelopes would that be for a whole building?

However, they noticed that Meng Jimin was not smiling.

Fang Yan chuckled, but then calmly continued eating with his wife.

This really got them all flustered.

"Could it be that they really intend to donate a building?"

He spoke to them in dialect:
"I only had this intention and mentioned it briefly."

"It depends on whether the school agrees or not."

Upon hearing the dialect, Xiao Chengzhi asked:

"Donate it to the school?"

Fang Yan nodded:
"Yes, donate it to the school. Peking Union Medical College Hospital has no vacant land."

Everyone: "..."

It sounds a bit absurd, but it seems to be true.

Fang Yan helped treat someone today and directly got a teaching building for the school.

The school will have to treat him like royalty after this.
After chatting for a while, they finished their meal, which was prepared in dialect.

The afternoon class was approaching, and they didn't have enough time to see the patient drink the Yin Chen Shu Fu Tang (Artemisia capillaris and Aconitum carmichaelii decoction) because it contained Aconitum carmichaelii. They also couldn't let the patient drink it in advance due to time constraints.

So they all had no choice but to go back to school.

After they left, Fang Yan saw his wife downstairs again.

My wife is still writing a book, and it's nearing completion.

It should be finished this month.

I'll revise it a bit, then submit it to a publisher and see if I can earn some royalties.

The themes remain the same: "My Top-Scoring Husband," "How to Help Your Husband Become a Top-Scoring Student in the College Entrance Examination," and "The Cultivation of a Top-Scoring Student's Family Member" (see Chapter 571).
Fang Yan didn't disturb her writing; the Queen continued to write diligently every day, which can be described as quite hardworking.

I plan to read Fang Yan's book when it's finished, to see how he views his character from his wife's perspective.

Next, Fang Yan thought for a moment and went to the pharmacy again, as it was almost time.

He'll just take the medicine up with him in a bit.

Although Fangyan collaborates with pharmacies extensively, he rarely comes here; it's mostly other people who run errands.

The locals were quite flattered when they heard Fang Yan arrive.

Dr. Fang rarely came before.

He only comes here when he needs to get medicine for his family.

I'd never come to the room where the medicine is decocted again.

When Fang Yan arrived, everyone was quite happy and greeted him.

While speaking in dialect, I inquired about the work situation here.

Then everyone started talking at once:

"Now that there are more people in our TCM department, our workload has increased, but the rewards from above have also increased."

"The monthly bonus is quite substantial, and it's usually issued by the Ministry of Health or the Overseas Chinese Affairs Office of the State Council."

"Thanks to Director Fang, otherwise we would still be scraps at Peking Union Medical College Hospital..."

Fang Yan said to them:

"That's a good point. Being a pharmacist at Peking Union Medical College Hospital is a valuable asset, no matter where you put him."

It was only then that Fang Yan realized that although he usually treated the TCM doctors and nurses very well, he hadn't paid much attention to the TCM pharmacists.

They basically didn't receive any of the benefits distributed in the local dialect.

They must have heard what the traditional Chinese medicine practitioners said, and felt like they were being excluded.

Fang Yan realized then that he had indeed made the mistake of being blind to what was right under his nose.

Although he wasn't in charge of the Traditional Chinese Medicine department, they were specifically there to provide services to his department.

Because Peking Union Medical College Hospital only has one department of Traditional Chinese Medicine, without any sub-departments.

They are essentially his subordinates, and most importantly, there is no department head here, only the duty team leader.

They were essentially his subordinates.

Moreover, these people are all quite capable; their skills are top-notch. At least so far, Fang Yan hasn't shown any problems with them.

Given their advanced age, they were likely transferred from other hospitals after being screened.

It's just that Peking Union Medical College Hospital didn't value traditional Chinese medicine before, so they were similarly neglected.

This was around the time when Peking Union Medical College Hospital began to pay attention to traditional Chinese medicine.

Have dialects been given enough attention?

Thinking about this, Fang Yan felt that she had indeed been a bit biased.

I checked my pockets and found I had some money; I'd taken quite a bit today.

Fang Yan took out the red envelope that Lu Ziwu had given her.

Only what Ma Youxin had given him was kept.

He said to them:
"Everyone works so hard, and I haven't been caring enough for you all. I apologize!"

"This is a perk, I'm distributing it to everyone."

He then took out the US dollars from the red envelope and started sending them out.

This left the staff at the traditional Chinese medicine pharmacy completely baffled.

They had heard before that doctors and nurses received US dollars in foreign exchange, but they never thought they could receive it too.

After all, they're not in the same department.

It's understandable that Director Fang wouldn't give them the money.

As it turns out, I went down to the dialect hall today and it really did make me rich, and the first thing I did was give away was a large sum of money.

Two tickets per person.

There were six people present, all of them.

Looking at the money in their hands, everyone felt a sense of unreality.

Is this what it feels like to be in the TCM department?

Is it possible to spend several months' salary in one go?
Happiness comes too suddenly!

"Thank you, Director Fang!" someone said, leading the way in expressing their gratitude to Fang Yan.

Others also began to thank the dialect.

The scene became incredibly lively.

Fang Yan addressed the crowd:

“Everyone supports our TCM department with all their heart and soul. Although we’re not in the same department, they really do things for us and provide us with enough support. Without you, our work would not be able to proceed smoothly. I’m the one who should be thanking you!”

"Thank you everyone!" he said, bowing and clasping his hands in a fist salute to the crowd.

As it turns out, money is indeed a good thing, and everyone likes it. But if you add sincere greetings and maximize the emotional value, it will be a killer move.

Fang Yan then expressed his gratitude to the pharmacists in the pharmacy, who were all deeply moved.

They all thought that Dr. Fang had come specifically to tell them about this, but they didn't know that Fang Yan hadn't thought of it before. She only realized it when she came over to get the medicine and they were chatting.

Regardless, Fang Yan has managed to win over the people at the traditional Chinese medicine pharmacy today.

Next, Fang Yan and a pharmacist put the decocted medicine into a bowl and carried it up to the inpatient building.

When the Artemisia capillaris and Atractylodes macrocephala decoction was brought into the room, Xiong Jing's daughter was still chatting.

The little girl, unaware that she had just escaped death, was remarkably positive and optimistic, already thinking about visiting the Great Wall.

Upon seeing Fang Yan arrive, Xiong Jing said to her daughter:

"When you can go see the Great Wall depends on what the doctor says."

The daughter then corrected her:
"He's young and good-looking, so we should call him 'brother'."

Xiong Jing was both amused and exasperated. If Fang Yan called her "brother," then Fang Yan would have to call her "auntie."
Fang Yan didn't seem to care much about that, and said to the maid:
"It won't be long. Just take your medicine and you'll be able to go to the Great Wall soon."

“But climbing the Great Wall is very tiring, I’m worried you won’t be able to do it.”

“I can!” the little girl said.

She seemed much more energetic than she was in the morning.

Fang Yan handed the medicine directly to her:
"Then you should drink the medicine first and let the swelling in your foot go down."

"Otherwise, with that foot of yours, you'd have a hard time even getting downstairs..."

Upon hearing this dialect, the little girl immediately picked up her bowl and downed it in one gulp.

Then he stuck out his tongue, looking pained.

"It tastes awful! It's both bitter and spicy!" the little girl exclaimed.

Fang Yan laughed:

"See? If you can't even handle this little bit of hardship, you shouldn't go to the Great Wall."

Now the little girl got excited and said in dialect:

"I drank too fast, I won't do it next time if I drink slower."

"I've taken a lot of medicine!"

Fang Yan said with a smile:

"Okay, I've got it! You won't complain anymore. When you're better, I'll go to the Great Wall with you and be your tour guide."

The little girl's face lit up with joy:
"It's a deal then!"

He said in dialect:

"That's a deal!"

Xiong Jing, who was standing nearby, was also very happy to see her child's reaction gradually change from "passively accepting treatment" to "actively participating in rehabilitation".

As expected, renowned doctors in China are truly exceptional.

Next, the child's forehead began to sweat.

The pulse, which was originally weak and wiry, has now become deep and slow, and is now completely deep and slow.

The pale complexion faded further, revealing a healthy glow.

The swelling has gone down quite a bit.

A short while later, the child said he needed to go to the toilet again.

After using the restroom, Fang Yan told Xiong Jing that the child's body had started producing blood on its own.

He can continue his treatment at the hospital.

Xiong Jing was very grateful and told Fang Yan that she had already arranged for Xiao Yang to contact the school.

Fang Yan was both amused and exasperated; she hadn't pressured her at all.

After giving a few more instructions, Fang Yan went out to write medical records.

After finishing writing, Fang Yan checked the time.

The afternoon was still quite long, but the work was already done.

Should we go to class now?
Or should we go and study the Heavenly Craft Needle with Master Cheng?
At that moment, he suddenly realized that he needed to find a place to park his sports car in the parking lot.

So after informing the people in the inpatient department, I went to the dean's office.

Upon finding the dean, Fang Yan first explained the current condition of Xiong Jing's daughter.

The dean was very happy to hear that.

Then Fang Yan mentioned that he wanted to find a place to park his Mercedes sports car.

She said she had her eye on the hospital's logistics warehouse.

Upon hearing this, the dean agreed without hesitation, waving his hand.

He immediately called the logistics department and then spoke into the dialect:

"You can just drive there. We'll leave it there for regular maintenance, so you don't need to worry."

This kind of leader is the best!

"Okay, thank you, Dean." Fang Yan thanked the dean and prepared to leave.

The dean stopped him:
"Hey, by the way, don't go yet, I have something to tell you."

"Huh? What is it?" Fang Yan turned around.

The dean opened a file, placed it on the table, and tapped it:

"I just received a notification that a delegation from the Socialist Party of Japan, led by Asukada, will be visiting Beijing this weekend. A doctor accompanying the delegation wants to see you."

Fang Yan glanced at the document and discovered that it was from the Ministry of Health, which had come to request cooperation from Peking Union Medical College Hospital.

"See me?" He looked at the dean curiously, but it wasn't written there.

The dean said:

"You met Heimlich from the US last time, right? They're here for you this time too."

Fang Yan suddenly realized that he had dug a big pit for Heimlich last time, letting them study the integration of Chinese and Western medicine on their own.

Fang Yan guessed that he was definitely going to give the Koreans and the Japanese a mission, and he was right.

He said to the dean:

"Oh...you said it's to learn about traditional Chinese medicine treatments for idiopathic pulmonary interstitial fibrosis?"

The dean said:

"Yes, Heimlich and his team stayed in Japan last time and shared the experience you provided. Now they've come to you with data and specifically asked to see you."

Fang Yan wasn't too surprised and asked:
"Is he famous? Does he practice traditional Chinese medicine or Western medicine?"

The dean said:

"This person is the director of the Tokyo Kitasato Research Institute, affiliated with the Institute of Oriental Medicine. He is seventy-eight years old this year, and he came here with his apprentice."

After saying that, he took out an envelope:
"This is his information."

After receiving it in dialect, he read the name aloud:

"Otsuka Keisetsu..."

This person knows the dialect.

He is a very famous traditional Chinese medicine doctor in Japan.

In 1946, Ye Juquan, a Chinese medicine expert, and Otsuka Keisetsu exchanged their works and obtained a typeset edition of the Kangping edition of the Treatise on Febrile Diseases.

Mr. Ye was overjoyed at the time and prepared to reprint it in China. He then wrote to Otsuka Keisetsu, who presented Mr. Ye Juquan with the original copy of the Kangping edition of the Treatise on Febrile Diseases.

Mr. Ye Juquan personally proofread the book and invited renowned figures such as Lu Yuanlei, Fan Xingzhun, and Li Couren to write prefaces, and famous figures such as Yu Yan and Hong Guanzhi to write postscripts. It was published and distributed by Shanghai Qianqingtang in 1947.

In my past life, I even bought a dialect.

Fang Yan didn't know much about this person, only that he lived to be eighty years old and that his death caused quite a stir, with many Japanese traditional Chinese medicine doctors going to pay their respects.

Fang Yan opened his file and looked at it carefully.

This person was born in 1900 in Kochi Prefecture, Japan, into a family of traditional Chinese medicine practitioners. His grandfather, Otsuka Kyosai, and his father, Otsuka Eiji, were both doctors.

In 1919, he entered Kumamoto Prefectural Medical College to study Western medicine.

He graduated in 1923 and obtained his medical license.

In 1927, influenced by Nakayama Tadao's "New Studies in Kampo Medicine" and Yumoto Kyushin's "Imperial Kampo Medicine", he began to study and research Kampo medicine.

In February 1930, he became a disciple of Tomoto Kyūjin.

He opened his own traditional Chinese medicine hospital in 1931.

In September 1972, the Japan Medical Association awarded Keisetsu Otsuka the "Highest Order of Merit".

In 1974, he became the first director of the Kitasato Institute's Oriental Medicine Research Institute, and in 1978, he also served as the chairman of the board of directors of the Japan Kampo Medicine Research Institute Foundation.

Otsuka Keisetsu dedicated himself to Kampo medicine for over fifty years, consistently engaging in clinical diagnosis and research, and achieving profound expertise in the study and application of Zhang Zhongjing's teachings.

He was one of the pioneers of the revival of Kampo medicine in Japan, actively participating in various Kampo medicine activities and promoting the development of Kampo medicine in Japan.

He authored "Thirty Years of Kampo Medical Treatment," which collects more than 370 cases of his clinical experience.

Furthermore, the information emphasizes that this person greatly admired Zhang Zhongjing and was proficient in clinical practice, believing that there were only three schools of medicine in the world: disease medicine, yin-yang medicine, and immortal medicine.

Only the medical practices of Bian Que and Zhong Jing are considered the most authentic.

He upheld and promoted Zhang Zhongjing's spirit of "knowing what transgression has been committed and treating it accordingly," strongly advocating empirical testing and opposing empty talk and speculation.

Fang Yan frowned slightly upon seeing this.

This time, a highly skilled player who emphasizes practical application has arrived.

Fang Yan thought for a moment, put down the documents and files, and asked the dean:

"Is there any harm in not seeing it?"

The dean was taken aback upon hearing this.

I never expected the dialect to give such an answer.

"Does he have to agree to see me?"

Fang Yan explained to the dean:
"I plan to host a dinner party at home this weekend. I'm not going to see this little devil unless he offers me something good. Why should I have to entertain him or teach him anything just because he comes? That's insane!"

"Have him send back all the Chinese books from the Imperial Household Agency's Library and Mausoleum Department, and I will see him."

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

There will be an extra chapter later.

(End of this chapter)