Rebirth 1977 Great Era

Chapter 920 Feudal Superstition: The Golden Body of the Medicine King, and the Cultural Robber Next Door (Two Chapters Combined)
Upon hearing the dialect, Xu Jian showed a look of surprise.

She confirmed in the dialect:
"Dr. Fang, do you mean there's a way to completely cure my daughter's illness?"

He said in dialect:

"Of course, isn't this what you came back from abroad for?"

Xu Jian nodded and said:
"Yes, we did come back for this reason, but hearing it from you in person is a completely different feeling."

She had undergone so many treatments abroad and consulted so many doctors, but every time she felt she was about to be cured, problems would arise, and the relapses would be even more severe than before. This cycle of relapses not only tormented the child but also her, the parent.

Hearing Fang Yan say that it would take a little longer to completely cure the child, she still felt somewhat incredulous.

If anyone else had said this, she would have questioned it, but given Fang Yan's status, she believed that since Fang Yan dared to say it to her face, she must be confident in her ability to do it.

That's why she felt a bit surprised.

The dialect didn't even use the more conservative expressions.

They immediately assumed that the child could be cured.

He didn't know that this was already a rather conservative way of saying it in the local dialect. In order to avoid harming the child with medication, he always used "slow" medications for treatment.

There's nothing we can do about it; those people have already ruined the child's health like this.

He can only treat him based on the actual situation now.

Fang Yan said to Xu Jian:

"I've explained the principle before. In traditional Chinese medicine, as long as the diagnosis is accurate, the next step is to choose the treatment method based on the patient's body. If the treatment is not effective, it must be because there are other reasons that have not been clearly diagnosed. Although her condition is quite serious, I have treated even more serious cases. I have confidence in my medical skills."

Fang Yan's words were quite assertive. Of course, besides what he said, there were actually successful medical cases behind them that he could learn from. Deng Tietao's medical cases had already told Fang Yan about the treatment approach.

Now, if we encounter a similar child, the only change needed is to make the treatment methods gentler. It's like copying the answer sheet, and it's simply unreasonable that they could copy it wrong.

This confidence stems from a deep understanding of the disease's evolution, comprehensive control over treatment plans, and the experience gained from treating numerous complex cases; it is not blind optimism.

Besides, I'm not just an ordinary TCM doctor; I have some special abilities. If I don't even have that much confidence, what am I supposed to do?

Hearing Fang Yan's words, Fang Yaozhong, who was standing to the side, also spoke up to Xu Jian:

"Our Dr. Fang's maternal grandfather was one of the five top pediatricians in Beijing back then. He has now inherited his grandfather's mantle and has a deeper understanding of pediatric diseases than the average doctor. Mrs. Xu, please rest assured. I also believe that there is no problem with this treatment plan. The cure will just take a little longer."

Xu Jian looked at Lao Fang, wondering who he was.

The dialect introduction stated:
"This is my teacher, whose surname is also Fang."

"He is the vice president of Xiyuan Hospital."

Knowing that he couldn't share too much information with laymen, he picked out the most important point to explain.

As expected, Xu Jian immediately understood the level of the prescription upon hearing this.

Hurriedly greeted:
"Dean Fang, it's a pleasure to meet you!"

The two also shook hands.

Although she had never been to Xiyuan Hospital, she had heard of it. To be able to serve as the vice president of a hospital, one must be quite capable.

Now, by speaking up for Fang Yan, Xu Jian has fully endorsed the treatment plan Fang Yan just wrote. Now, Xu Jian is completely at ease.

She said:
"It's okay if it's slow, as long as it can be cured. The previous doctors didn't seem to be much faster."

After she finished speaking, she bowed to Fang Yan and said:
"I'm entrusting my daughter's illness entirely to Dr. Fang."

Fang Yan quickly stood up and said:
"You're too kind..."

Xu Jian shook his head and said:
"After her father passed away, this child became my motivation to keep going."

"As long as she can be cured, I am willing to cooperate with China on anything."

It sounds like they're a little unwilling?

Fang Yan didn't understand what they were talking about, but still said:

"I'm a doctor and I don't know anything about investment, but I believe that cooperation should always be aimed at a win-win situation, rather than relying entirely on one-sided contributions."

Xu Jian quickly apologized after hearing Fang Yan's words:

"Oh dear, I'm sorry, I got a little excited and misspoke."

"It's nothing," Fang Yan waved his hand.

Then Fang Yan tore off the list and said to Xu Jian:

"During treatment, avoid spicy and greasy foods, such as chili peppers and fried foods, to prevent aggravating internal heat. Eat more light and yin-nourishing foods, such as lily bulbs and white fungus, to help nourish yin and clear heat."

"Also, avoid scratching the affected area to prevent secondary infection, and wear breathable cotton clothing to reduce friction."

"Finally, keep the child's emotions stable and avoid stress and sadness. You can do this by giving her books, toys, or by talking to her more."

"Yes, I understand!" Xu Jian nodded repeatedly.

He said in dialect:

"Then take the child to the hospital for admission. The nurses will bring the oral and topical medications to the ward later."

Xu Jian agreed and then asked his assistant to bring out the items.

The assistant took a golden statue out of his bag.

"Before I came here, I asked some Chinese medicine practitioners abroad. They said that Chinese medicine practitioners all believe in Sun Simiao, the Medicine King, and some even worship him. So I had someone make a golden statue of the Medicine King based on his image, hoping that the Medicine King can bless Dr. Fang and help him have a smooth journey in Chinese medicine and treat more people." Xu Jian took the golden statue from his assistant and handed it to Fang Yan with both hands.

This left the dialect expert both amused and exasperated.

When did China start worshipping Sun Simiao, the "King of Medicine"?
Xu Jian was misled by information from abroad, distorting the cultural symbols of traditional Chinese medicine into religious worship. Traditional Chinese medicine in China is centered on syndrome differentiation and treatment; Fang Yan's treatment plan, including external application of medicine, medicinal baths, and oral decoctions, is entirely based on pathological and pharmacological analysis.

Xu Jian's behavior was a result of "culture shock" caused by misinterpretations of overseas culture. He was unaware that the respect for Sun Simiao within the domestic TCM community was limited to academic and historical levels.

At least that's how dialects are now.

Fang Yan said to Xu Jian:

"Ms. Xu, this may be a custom in traditional Chinese medicine abroad, but in China, we don't have the concept of worshipping the Medicine King. We place more emphasis on the inheritance and practice of medical skills."

"Huh? Is that so?" Xu Jian paused.

He said in dialect:

"of course."

Xu Jian was a little embarrassed, and she said:
"But I've heard that some traditional Chinese medicine museums and places like Yaowang Mountain have statues and memorial halls dedicated to the Medicine King, right?"

He said in dialect:

"That is a historical and cultural commemoration, not a religious activity in routine medical practice."

The prescription medicine on the side also stated:

"That's right. Sun Simiao, the King of Medicine, was a medical scientist in the Tang Dynasty. He emphasized medical ethics and skills in his works such as 'Prescriptions Worth a Thousand Pieces of Gold' and was revered as the 'King of Medicine'. The Chinese medicine community in China usually focuses on academic research and commemorating his contributions rather than religious worship. You have a misconception."

"Well... I made a mistake, I'm sorry!" Xu Jian awkwardly put the Medicine King's Golden Body back.

The other students standing behind Fang Yan opened their mouths as if to say something, but then stopped themselves.

Although the golden statue of the Medicine King was made by mistake, it looks like it is made of pure gold!

Judging by its weight, it must weigh at least several kilograms.

They just took it back like that?

"I'm really sorry," Xu Jian said to Fang Yan.

Fang Yan waved his hand. He didn't seem to regret the golden statue. He could only keep it as an ornament. He couldn't possibly melt it down or exchange it for money, so it was better not to have it.

Xu Jian thought for a moment, then said:

"Then I'll donate a building too!"

Fang Yan and the people behind him were all stunned.

No? Another building donation!?
There's definitely no room left at Peking Union Medical College Hospital now, and the school is only planning to build a new teaching building.

Xu Jian said to Fang Yan:

“I heard that someone donated a building to your school, Dr. Fang. Well, good things come in pairs. I’ll donate one more to make it two, which will also be a way to support the development of traditional Chinese medicine in China.”

I had already inquired about this beforehand.

The prescription slip beside it reminded me:

"The money donated for the building must have been quite a lot!"

It would actually be a good thing for the school to have a new building.

Traditional Chinese medicine receives significantly less support than Western medicine. It's only thanks to the local dialect that it's being developed; otherwise, the government wouldn't have allocated funds for its expansion.

However, he still needed to make things clear to the other party that donating the building was not a spur-of-the-moment decision, but required real money.

Upon hearing Fang Yaozhong's words, Xu Jian said:

"You don't need to worry about that. As long as Dr. Fang can cure my daughter, a building is not a big deal."

Xu Jian is indeed one of the wealthier ones among this group of overseas Chinese businessmen; owning a building is a piece of cake for her.

Fang Yan thought about the school's accommodations. The living conditions for regular students were terrible, while only the international students had decent accommodations. If a dormitory building could be donated, it would greatly improve the living environment for the students.

A good environment can actually be one of the factors that attract people to apply.

To some extent, Xu Jian did indeed support the development of traditional Chinese medicine.

Fang Yan said to Xu Jian:

"Then I thank Ms. Xu on behalf of the school."

When Xu Jian heard Fang Yan agree, she finally suppressed the embarrassment in her heart. This was the first time she had ever encountered such a thing as sending the wrong gift. Sure enough, doctors abroad were unreliable.

She composed herself and said to Fang Yan:

"It is I who should be asking Dr. Fang for help. I'll leave the rest of the treatment to you!"

Fang Yan smiled and nodded:
"Of course, you can go and complete the admission procedures now."

Xu Jian readily agreed:

"Okay okay."

Then she said to Fang Yan:

"Then it's settled. I'll have someone contact Director Liao later to get the donation process started as soon as possible."

Fang Yaozhong, who was standing to the side, was taken aback upon hearing this and asked:

"Didn't you say you'd donate after you were cured?" Xu Jian said.
"If Dr. Fang is so confident, of course I have confidence in him too."

"I don't want to wait until I'm cured to donate; this is my sincere intention."

She was also saying this to Fang Yan: "I have so much faith in you, so you must take full responsibility for my daughter's illness."

We're all smart people; we see through it but don't say anything.

Moreover, the dialect itself does indeed have confidence in itself.

So he just smiled and nodded.

Next, Xu Jian took her daughter to complete the hospital admission procedures.

After they left, the students behind them exclaimed in amazement.

Pang Hong spoke to the dialect:

"Brother Fang is amazing! He helped the school earn enough for a building today!"

Zhao Zhongzhen also said:

"That's right. If it were me, I would have taken the Golden Medicine King without saying a word."

Yuan Qingshan said:
"Haha, that's right. If it were me, I would definitely hesitate for a second before choosing gold."

Fang Yaozhong looked at them with disdain:

"Look at all the pathetic people you are..."

But looking back, Fang Yan has seen so many overseas Chinese businessmen and acquired quite a lot of things.

If someone can refuse to bow down for five pecks of rice, then their family must already have more than five pecks of rice.

If you replaced it with a young person who has nothing, how can you say that the Medicine King is unsuitable?

Collect it first and talk about it later.

It's only because dialects now have a solid foundation that they can remain so calm.

Fang Yan smiled, not dwelling on the matter, and held up the prescription, asking them:

"Alright, send the last order to the pharmacy. Anyone want to run the errand for me?"

“I’ll go!” Zhao Zhongzhen said.

He handed it to him in dialect without being polite.

Zhao Zhongzhen took the prescription and left. Fang Yan continued to fill in the medical records. Next, she needed to take a copy of these records to the inpatient building so that the medical staff there would know how to proceed.

After finishing writing the medical record, Fang Yan glanced at the time and realized it was only a little past eleven o'clock, and there was still a while before lunchtime.

The efficiency of these eight people today is about the same as that of the previous four people.

Although these are all difficult and complicated cases, they generally do not require him to perform acupuncture on-site, which increases efficiency.

The time difference between the eight people and the previous four people is not significant.

Of course, there are still some differences compared to when I was at Tongrentang.

At that time, in just one noon, let alone eight people, eighty people could have watched it.

However, out of eighty people, probably only one has a rare or complex illness, while the rest have mild symptoms.

Dialects are much faster to process.

This place has now become a hub for difficult and complicated cases, so things are much slower.

After the medical records were written, Fang Yan stood up and asked everyone except Fang Yaozhong to help clean up the scene, while he went to the dean's office to report.

Fang Yan asked Fang Yaozhong if he wanted to come along, but Fang Yaozhong shook his head.
"You can go and report, I'll wait for you here."

After speaking, he pointed to the medical records on the table:

"Take a look at your previous medical records while you're at it."

Fang Yan nodded, and then went to the dean's office alone.

When Fang Yan arrived at the dean's office, he was on the phone. When he saw Fang Yan, he gestured for him to find a place to sit, and then continued talking on the phone.

At first, I didn't pay much attention to the dialect, but later I realized that the conversation seemed to be about the Sino-Japanese exchange dinner the next evening.

Listening to the conversation between the hospital director and the person on the phone, it seemed that Peking Union Medical College Hospital's Western medicine department was also going to send someone over.

It seems that there were also people from the Japanese Western medicine field who came to exchange ideas.

After the dean finished his call, without even asking in dialect, he said:
“A biology professor from Kyoto University in Japan is coming over for an exchange, and we at Peking Union Medical College also need to send someone over.”

"Western medicine is quite different from your traditional Chinese medicine. Western medicine, also known as modern medicine, is an applied discipline based on basic sciences such as biology, chemistry, and physics."

"This biology provides the theoretical foundation for Western medicine, such as genetics, molecular biology, and cell biology. Research results in these fields have directly promoted the development of Western medicine."

"Kyoto University's biology department is very strong in the field. They are well-known for drug development and disease mechanism research. Because of their international cooperation and exchanges, they have always maintained their position at the forefront of the world."

"We actually benefited from this initiative to come and communicate with them."

"Mm." Fang Yan nodded.

At this moment, the dean slapped his forehead and said:
"Oh, I almost forgot, you also read international medical journals, you know all about these things!"

Fang Yan said with a smile:

"It's alright, now that you've told me, I understand even better."

After speaking in dialect, he stopped smiling and looked puzzled.

He asked the dean:

"Why didn't I hear about any Kyoto University students talking to them before? They're about to arrive, and suddenly they're adding people to the group?"

The dean said:

"I don't know. Maybe they felt it was inappropriate to bring people with traditional Chinese medicine but not people with Western medicine. They wanted to treat everyone equally."

Fang Yan stroked his chin, thought for a moment, and then said:

"I don't think it's that simple. Little Life would never do something like that."

After saying that, he turned to the dean and said:
"You can't be planning to trade my traditional Chinese medicine formula for Western medical biology knowledge, can you?"

"Huh?" The dean was taken aback.

Then he thought about it carefully and realized that Fang Yan's suspicions weren't entirely unfounded.

Perhaps the Western medicine team came here because they felt they didn't have enough leverage, so they decided to start with Western medicine.

It's not impossible!

The dean thought for a moment and said:

"You really reminded me; I need to find someone to study this."

After saying that, he picked up the phone to make a call, but Fang Yan said to him:
"Don't worry too much, I'm definitely not going to give them the secret recipe anyway."

"Now it depends on how we deal with them. If we can get some useful information out of them, then I can play along and pretend to cooperate."

Upon hearing the dialect, the dean nodded.

The secret formula that Fang Yan has for treating idiopathic pulmonary interstitial fibrosis is now recognized internationally as a valuable product. The United States wants it, and Japan wants it too, but this product is definitely not something that can be given away.

Before Fang Yan communicated with Heinrich Heimlich, the dean and the higher-ups had expressed their attitudes.

This kind of industry leadership, even if it's just for a day, can have a significant impact.

Anyone who asks will know that only traditional Chinese medicine in China can cure this disease; in other places, the only options are lung transplants or medication and waiting for the condition to worsen.

Moreover, most lung transplant recipients never leave the hospital, and even if they do, their longest survival time is only ten months.

The amazing thing about this secret formula is that it can reverse damaged lungs. Although it can't be said to be a complete reversal, lungs that were previously deemed to have lost their function were genuinely restored to some of their working ability after more than 20 hours of treatment.

Even with continued treatment, it is gradually recovering.

This is what makes Western medicine and foreign TCM practitioners feel amazed; it's simply unbelievable to them.

Therefore, they were eager to acquire this technology.

If they could obtain this technology from Fang Yan, they would monopolize the international treatment methods for this disease.

Even if Fang Yan has this secret recipe, he can only use it in China. Other places will become their market. If possible, they may share some benefits with China in the early stages to show their civilization, but it will gradually become theirs later.

Robbers and civilized robbers, no matter how they change, are still robbers at heart.

Just because they did civilized things doesn't mean they actually became civilized people.

Therefore, there are no plans to grant permission for dialects, and the current stance of the central government is also that it cannot grant permission.

Moreover, after experiencing the benefits of exported finished medicines, they will realize what a goldmine Chinese medicine practitioners in their own country truly possess.

Anyone can simply take out a recipe, make it into a product, and sell it abroad for money.

During the Ming Dynasty, China's highly developed agriculture and handicrafts, along with its silk, porcelain, and tea products, made them highly competitive in the international market, attracting nobles and wealthy merchants from various countries to purchase them and drawing in silver from all over the world.

At that time, China was the center of the Asian economy, and neighboring countries and regions had close trade relations with China. Many Southeast Asian countries and Japan relied on trade with China, and silver, as an internationally accepted currency, naturally flowed to China.

Fangyan now wants to make traditional Chinese medicine a commodity, so that the legacy left by our ancestors can make money all over the world.

Instead of being renamed as Kampo medicine by the Japanese and then sold all over the world for money.

Every penny they make represents the wisdom of our Chinese ancestors.

This is blatant cultural theft.

In the future, Tsumura Pharmaceuticals of Japan will control 90% of the global Kampo medicine market, and 189 of its 210 classic prescriptions are directly derived from "Shanghan Lun" and "Jinkui Yaolue".

The most famous incident involving Xiao Chai Hu Tang was in 1994 when Tsumura changed the granule dosage form and the decoction process to low-temperature extraction, which enabled the formula to achieve annual sales of over 12 billion US dollars, far exceeding the total sales of similar products in China.

Furthermore, Japan has registered over 2.3 patents related to Kampo medicine in the International Patent Classification, including an improved dosage form of Bawei Dihuang Wan for treating diabetes, which directly restricts the export of similar Chinese products to the European Union.

He's completely uncivilized now.

Fang Yan felt a burning itch all over at the thought of what might happen in the future.

So after returning, he has been working to promote the internationalization of the Chinese medicine market as quickly as possible, determined to capture the international market before 1980.

Furthermore, regarding international intellectual property rights, company representatives in Hong Kong are gradually pushing forward with the registration process.

The principle of this exchange is to take advantage of any opportunity to get something for free, and to deceive people if possible. Giving them practical information is out of the question, but we must do things that lead them astray!
PS: I got another 100 monthly votes, so I'll finish this chapter. I currently owe everyone 136000 words.

There will be an extra chapter later.

(End of this chapter)