Rebirth 1977 Great Era

Chapter 1416 The Liver Disease Disc is Unveiled; The Significance of the Nobel Prize Shatters One's Dao Heart (Bonus Chapter for Monthly Tickets)
After returning home, Fang Yan immediately locked herself in again.

The entire afternoon was spent in the study. According to Dean Zhao Xiwu, Fang Yan designed a simplified version of the nationwide grassroots promotion method and the liver disease diagnosis disc.

When it was time for dinner, Fang Yan gave the plate to his father and father-in-law, who had no experience in treating illnesses, and asked them to try the plate.

Then they discovered that apart from not being able to combine pulse diagnosis, they could match everything else.

The old man picked up the plate and looked at the labels on it: "Yellow and greasy tongue coating → bitter taste in the mouth → damp-heat type → No. 1 medicine powder." He frowned and pondered: "Judging from this, a yellow tongue coating and a bitter taste in the mouth correspond to No. 1 medicine powder? If the tongue coating is white and there is no taste in the mouth, then it is No. 2?"

Fang Yan nodded: "Yes, apart from needing some experience to feel the pulse, you can match the rest by looking at the symptoms."

The father-in-law flipped through the accompanying instruction manual and soon figured it out himself.

Master Lu Donghua sighed:

"This thing is great. Grassroots doctors don't need to memorize so many theories. They can just turn the disc around and know what medicine to use. It's much simpler than looking at medical records."

Then other family members also tried it out and found that it worked for them too.

With their approval, the dialect gained more confidence.

After dinner, Fang Yan took his new proposal and the disc to Director Liao.

Director Liao, who had just finished dinner, was receiving guests at home. When he saw Fang Yan arrive, he invited him to sit down and introduced him to the visitor. It turned out that Fang Yan was a friend of Director Liao's and his former partner in Hong Kong. He had flown directly from Guangzhou to Beijing that afternoon and would be working in the business sector. He had come tonight to catch up with an old friend.

He had also heard of Fang Yan, Director Liao's capable assistant.

He had just heard Director Liao say that he moved his family here so that he could be closer to Fang Yan and receive his medical check-up every day.

Seeing that Fang Yan came to report to Director Liao so late, one can imagine their usual way of getting along. They must be quite close and casual. Otherwise, they would usually choose to do their work during the leader's working hours. Only a trusted confidant would dare to bother the leader after get off work.

Moreover, he came in directly after seeing Fang Yan without even announcing himself.

He was announced to the authorities when he arrived, and his identity was verified before he was allowed to enter.

This shows that Fang Yan frequently visits and is quite familiar with the people around Director Liao.

So the leader listened to the work report in dialect from the side.

The more he listened, the more surprised he became; this young man was actually going to promote a nationwide sanitation campaign.

To address the nationwide hepatitis epidemic.

Furthermore, he plans to use part of his own foundation. Putting aside all the foundations under his own name, this nationwide health campaign is already somewhat excessive.

The dialect-specific solutions are also quite detailed.

The pilot program covers a wide range of areas, including funding, data monitoring, and specific methods for implementing it in different dialects.

Then there's that disc.

This thing is really amazing. It's the first time he's ever seen one that can allow a layman like him to clearly diagnose a patient's symptoms using just a disc.

However, I eventually heard that this thing was not invented by the dialect, but by a traditional Chinese medicine doctor from Shanghai.

Of course, Fang Yan created this liver disease diagnosis panel himself.

After looking at the dialect materials, Director Liao said:

"Your plan is solid and thorough, without any frills. From selecting pilot sites to controlling quality, you've even set the number of days for training grassroots doctors. It's more comprehensive than some of the reports written by older comrades."

The leader sitting to the side also came over, picked up the dialectical disc, flipped through it, and remarked:

"This little thing really works. I just read the instructions and it even helps me distinguish between 'damp-heat type' and 'cold-damp type'. It will definitely be easy for grassroots doctors to use. But Xiao Fang, your nationwide hepatitis prevention and control campaign is no small matter. I'm afraid you can't support it with just your own foundation and research institute."

Director Liao picked up the conversation, tapping his finger on the "financial support" section of the proposal:

“He’s right. Your initial budget of 20 seems enough for the pilot program, but if we really want to roll it out nationwide, what about the subsequent mass production of the powder, doctor training, and data monitoring? Every single one of these costs money. Just take the powder for example. How long will the first batch of 100 bags last for 30 hospitals? Once the pilot program shows results, other provinces will definitely follow suit. At that point, even 1000 million or 10 million bags might not be enough. This is no small amount of money.”

He paused, then looked at Fang Yan: "There's also the matter of approval. Your plan involves a 'nationwide health campaign,' so it needs to be submitted to the Ministry of Health. They need to organize experts to review it and see if it's compliant and can be promoted nationwide. After all, it's about infectious disease prevention and control. If something goes wrong, it will affect the health of the people, so we can't be careless."

Fang Yan nodded:
“I understand. Dean Zhao has already contacted some senior professors at the research institute to co-sign the application. I came here to show it to you, hoping to expedite the approval process. As for funding, I'm thinking of applying for the ‘Traditional Chinese Medicine Clinical Translation Fund’ first. If that's not enough, I can use the funds under my name to make up the difference.”

“It’s good that your fund can make up for it, but you can’t rely on yourself entirely.” Director Liao frowned, his tone becoming more serious. “The country has special funds for disease prevention and control. If your plan can pass the Ministry of Health’s review, you can apply for special funding, which is both compliant and can reduce your personal burden. You are still young, and you have a lot to do in the future. Don’t take on all the burdens yourself.”

He turned to the leader next to him and smiled:

"Look at this young man, not only does he dare to think about national issues, but he's also willing to spend his own money to do them. These days, it's rare to see young cadres with this kind of courage and sense of responsibility." The leader nodded in agreement.

"It's truly remarkable. When I heard him say he wanted to solve the nationwide hepatitis epidemic, I thought it was just a young man's impulsive act. I didn't expect the plan to be so detailed, even including how to allocate funds and how to report data. He's more reliable than many mid-level officials."

Director Liao looked at Fang Yan again, picked up the plan, and handed it back to him:

“I’ve looked at your stuff, it’s fine. I’ll talk to Old Li at the Ministry of Health tomorrow and ask them to pay more attention to it.”

"But the approval process cannot be skipped. The necessary demonstrations and procedures must be followed. Only in this way will the local authorities cooperate when it is promoted later, and there will be no unexpected problems. Be prepared to be called to a meeting to report at any time."

Fang Yan nodded and said:
"I know this."

Then Director Liao pointed to the "budget" section in the plan:
"As for money, you can't do that. Don't mention the fund. Once the plan is submitted, Lao Li and his team can apply for a special grant. Apply for as much as you can. If it's not enough, the Overseas Chinese Affairs Office can also gather our overseas Chinese businessmen. We can't let you pay so much money out of your own pocket for the country's health issues."

Fang Yan felt a warmth in her heart and quickly stood up:
"Thank you, Director Liao. I will submit the proposal and the joint signature document to the Ministry of Health tomorrow and try to get the approval process completed as soon as possible."

Director Liao waved his hand: "Sit down and talk. What's the rush? Your wife just gave birth, and you've been running around to research institutes and writing proposals lately. Don't overwork yourself. Try to spend more time with your family."

Fang Yan nodded in agreement, while also reminding Director Liao to be mindful of his schedule.

The two then began giving each other instructions.

The leader standing next to him laughed.

After Fang Yan left.

He laughed and said, "Old Liao, you really care about this kid, even more than you care about your own children."

Director Liao laughed and said, "This kid is worth paying attention to. What he does is solve problems for ordinary people."

"Besides, without him, our Overseas Chinese Affairs Office wouldn't have been able to complete its task so well. If he can handle this matter well, Old Li will have made a name for himself..."

"But this kid is really working hard. I originally arranged a personal assistant for him so that he wouldn't be so busy, but now, as soon as he has some free time, he pulls this stunt."

"By the way, you might not believe it, but he's the second person from our country to be nominated for the Nobel Prize this year..."

While Director Liao and the others were having a lively conversation, Fang Yan had already returned home.

I revised it again according to Director Liao's suggestion. Although his two foundations have a lot of money, they are indeed a bit stretched thin if used nationwide.

Since Director Liao had spoken, he decided to change his approach; it was better not to try to gain favor in this way.

However, after further promotion, it can be used to reward local hospitals and individuals who use it well.

This might be much better than simply throwing everything out during the promotion.

……

It's time for the next day.

Although Peng Chunxia was there last night, Fang Yan stayed by his wife's side and got up several times to breastfeed the baby.

My sleep was still intermittent, and I drifted off into a daze before morning arrived.

Zhu Lin's milk production has increased slightly today, but it will still be difficult to maintain. Even if Fang Yan prepares medicinal diets to promote lactation, they won't take effect too quickly. Therefore, their sleep patterns will remain the same for the next few nights.

Peng Chunxia, ​​on the other hand, was quite dedicated. She was full of energy early in the morning and even did morning exercises with Fang Yan and the others.

After breakfast, before Fang Yan could go to Director Liao's place, Dean Zhao Xiwu called.

When asked if he had finished writing the plan, he said he had already contacted someone and was ready to have Fang Yan sign it.

Clearly, Dean Zhao Xiwu also values ​​Fang Yan's actions and wants to win an international award for traditional Chinese medicine. This would, to some extent, increase the international recognition of traditional Chinese medicine, and more importantly, give it a better "scientific" reputation in China.

There's no way around it; in some people's eyes, the moon is always rounder abroad. Things that have received recognition from authoritative foreign science and technology awards are like having a golden statue cast in their hearts. Just think about it: the things that Yu Yunxiu criticized, which he considered dross and inferior to Western medicine, suddenly received the approval of the authority he worshipped.

How incredibly explosive is this?

It was something that shattered their Dao hearts.

Having thought this through, they were determined to lend a hand to Fang Yan after all the trouble he had gone through.

P.S.: I still owe you 12,000 words after finishing this chapter. That's all for today, I'll continue tomorrow.

(End of this chapter)