Rebirth 1977 Great Era

Chapter 1442 Deeply Infiltrated Network, Reporting to Li Ke and Issuing a Certificate (8K Debt Repayment)

Upon seeing the other person's appearance, Fang Yan immediately became alert, his mind already conjuring up images of planting a bomb in his car so it would explode the moment he stepped on the gas.

After all, last year, he and several other scientists were on the kill list.

Now, there have just been reports from abroad about dialects being nominated for the Nobel Prize. How could the forces that were previously involved sit idly by when they saw this happening?

The more I think about it, the more likely it seems to be true.

Just then, the security personnel noticed the situation in the parking lot.

There aren't many cars parked here to begin with, and the cars with the local dialect are parked separately. No matter what, as long as you're in this area, you can spot them as soon as you look up.

"Hey, what are you doing?" a security guard shouted at the man standing next to the car.

When the furtive middle-aged man heard someone call his name, he quickly replied:

"It's nothing, I just came to take a look at this car. This kind of car is quite rare..."

The security personnel wouldn't let them off so easily.

"Which organization are you from? What's your name? What are you doing here? Show me your work ID!"

The man quickly pulled out his work ID from his breast pocket and said to the security guard:
“I’m also a doctor. I’ve attended Dr. Fang’s lecture on rabies treatment here before. I came here today to visit Dr. Fang. I just arrived and saw his car. I heard it was a gift from an overseas Chinese businessman, so I came over to take a look out of curiosity.”

Fang Yan slowed her pace and watched from afar as the middle-aged man handed over his work ID. Her vigilance lessened slightly, but she remained alert.

The security guard took the work ID, checked it several times, and then looked up at the man: "From the Traditional Chinese Medicine Department of the Third Municipal Hospital? What do you need to see Director Fang for? Did you contact him in advance?"

The man quickly explained, "I didn't contact you beforehand. I just heard that Director Fang was back and wanted to come over to ask him some questions about traditional Chinese medicine treatments. I also wanted to bring a case report that our hospital has compiled, and I would like to ask Director Fang for his guidance."

Upon hearing this explanation, the security personnel not only did not relax, but immediately became vigilant:

"Director Fang only got back in the early hours of the morning. You heard the news first thing this morning? Where did you hear it from?"

The man was taken aback for a moment, then quickly explained:
“I previously visited Dr. Fang’s mentor, Mr. Lu, who practices medicine here. He told me that Dr. Fang had gone out and would be back today.”

The security personnel didn't believe it at all; there were too many suspicious points about this man. They immediately made him stay there and wanted to call Lu Donghua over for a face-to-face confrontation.

They also had Fang Yan's car inspected, as they were worried that he might have tampered with it.

Just then, they also saw Fang Yan standing on the steps of the outpatient building.

"Director Fang, we've spotted a suspicious person. Please don't use the car for now; we'll check it out later," the security guard said to Fang Yan.

Fang Yan nodded:
“I saw everything just now. Go find my master.”

The security guard nodded and went upstairs. At that moment, the middle-aged man also saw Fang Yan and immediately called out to him:

"Director Fang, it's a misunderstanding! Please talk to them. I came here to ask you for advice."

The dialect didn't disappear; it just waved goodbye.

The other person, sensing the dialect, became wary and quickly added:

"Mr. Wang asked me to pass on a message to you!"

Upon hearing this, Fang Yan immediately understood that this guy was one of Wang Zhenlin's men, or rather, someone who could contact Wang Zhenlin.

Fang Yan frowned. That old bastard Wang Zhenlin had met quite a few people back then, and he originally thought they were all Western doctors, but now a traditional Chinese medicine doctor has come.

The last person who came to deliver things was a professor from Peking Union Medical College. Now he's bringing this person over again. Is he showing off his power?
It seems to be telling Fang Yan that he has already woven a very large network in the country.

Not only can they know the movements of the dialect, but they can also proactively expose themselves to people who are unaware of the dialect.

Otherwise, Fang Yan really wouldn't know why he would do that.

In an instant, Fang Yan felt a great sense of apprehension towards Wang Zhenlin, or rather, the real manipulator behind him. He was already thinking about whether he should talk to Director Liao and secretly investigate how many of these people there were.

Otherwise, they would be far too reckless.

Just then, Master Lu Donghua came downstairs. Upon seeing the people in the parking lot, he immediately whispered to Fang Yan:

"This is the person who contacted me yesterday."

I didn't expect him to come directly to the hospital today.

Fang Yan's gaze darkened as he looked at the middle-aged man still surrounded by the security guards.

The other person was no longer flustered as before, and instead kept glancing in his direction, as if checking his reaction.

It's obvious that this person was sent by Wang Zhenlin. His previous excuses of "asking for advice" and "delivering medical records" were just that—excuses. His real purpose was to deliver messages, or even to deliberately expose himself and demonstrate Wang Zhenlin's "infiltration capabilities."

When the security personnel saw Lu Donghua arrive, they quickly stepped forward: "Mr. Lu, do you know him? He said he had contacted you before."

Lu Donghua nodded: "I met him yesterday. He said he was asked by a friend to pass on a message."

He didn't mention Wang Zhenlin's name or say anything else, clearly not wanting to reveal more information to the security department.

Seeing this, the middle-aged man quickly seized the opportunity to say:

"Oh, Mr. Lu, you've finally arrived! I'm just here to deliver a message to Director Fang as Mr. Wang instructed. I have no other intentions, and I certainly didn't touch Director Fang's car!"

Fang Yan then stepped forward, his gaze landing on the middle-aged man, his tone calm yet imposing: "What message did Wang Zhenlin ask you to deliver?"

The middle-aged man breathed a sigh of relief and quickly said:

"Mr. Wang asked me to ask you if you are satisfied with the gift. He also said that if you are not satisfied and need anything else, you can contact him at any time through the channels he left before."

Upon hearing this, Fang Yan understood even more clearly.

The forces behind Wang Zhenlin are showing off, demonstrating their "power" to influence Nobel Prize nominations and implying that they can "help" at any time, with the aim of getting him to gravitate towards them and accept their "recruitment".

"I understand." Fang Yan didn't say much more. With the security personnel here, he didn't want to say anything more. Some plans could only be known to a small number of people.

He turned to the security personnel and said:

"How did the car inspection go? If there are no problems, I still need to go to the research institute."

The security personnel nodded quickly: "We checked and found nothing unusual. He was just standing close to the car, but he didn't touch it."

"Since there's no problem, let him go," Fang Yan said indifferently, showing neither enthusiasm nor hostility, maintaining a consistently distant attitude.

He knew very well that he couldn't afford to fall out with Wang Zhenlin's people, nor could he show any eagerness; he had to keep his thoughts a secret from them.

The middle-aged man was taken aback, seemingly not expecting Fang Yan to be so calm. He had thought Fang Yan would ask a few more questions, and hesitated for a moment before saying:

"Then, Director Fang, I'll head back now. I'll contact you again if I hear anything."

Fang Yan didn't respond, but gave Lu Donghua a look, signaling him not to say anything more.

Lu Donghua understood and waved to the middle-aged man:
"Alright, you can go now. We'll contact you if anything comes up."

Seeing this, the middle-aged man had no choice but to pick up his medical report and quickly leave the parking lot.

After everyone left, Lu Donghua couldn't help but ask:

"Just let him go like that? Aren't you going to ask him what Wang Zhenlin is up to?"

“Asking is useless; he’s just a mouthpiece.” Fang Yan shook his head, his eyes thoughtful. “The people behind Wang Zhenlin just want us to know their capabilities. Perhaps they’re going to make demands of us later. The more patient we are now, the more anxious they become.”

He turned to look at his car and added:

"However, we need to tell Director Liao about this. Wang Zhenlin's network is wider than we thought. He can even contact the TCM doctors at the Third Municipal Hospital. We need to investigate secretly to see how many more people have been infiltrated by them, so as to avoid trouble later."

Lu Donghua nodded:

"Hmm...that's what I was thinking too. I'll mention it to Director Liao later. Be careful on your way to the research institute. If necessary, have the security department send someone to accompany you."

“No need, they wouldn’t dare to lay a hand on me right now.” Fang Yan smiled and opened the car door. “After all, I’m a Nobel Prize nominee now. If something really happens, they won’t be able to handle the situation. I’ll go to the research institute first and we’ll talk when I get back.”

After speaking in dialect, he addressed Lu Donghua:
"Alright, Master, don't worry. I know what I'm doing."

Old Lu nodded; he also felt that there was something scary about Wang Zhenlin behind the scenes.

Wang Zhenlin's attempt to win them over in just a few days seemed unrealistic; it was highly likely that someone had already been working on it beforehand.

This infiltration capability is truly unsettling; it would be best to investigate further to put one's mind at ease.

After saying that, Fang Yan got into the car, started the engine, and slowly drove out of the parking lot.

Fang Yan knew that this was just the beginning. The ensuing game would be more complicated than he imagined, and he couldn't afford to break off relations yet. They wanted to win him over, and he had to use them in return.

The other party deliberately exposed its infiltration capabilities, not only to show off, but also to exert pressure, implying that they could control more information and forcing the other party to respond as soon as possible.

However, Fang Yan did not intend to make a statement in a hurry. The Nobel Prize nomination was only the first step. He wanted to wait for the other party to show more "sincerity," such as actual assistance in the subsequent selection process, before considering how to deal with the situation.

The car arrived at the research institute in no time, and Fang Yan came to the door of Vice President Zhao Xiwu's office.

"Hey, when did you get back?" Zhao Xiwu was on the phone when he saw Fang Yan appear at the door and couldn't help but ask.

Then he realized what was happening and quickly explained into the phone:

"No, no, I didn't tell you. It's just that Fangyan is back."

Then he pointed to the chair next to him and said to the dialect:

"Sit down first, I'm on the phone with your teacher!"

Fang Yan nodded, and soon heard the voice coming from the phone; it was the voice of their homeroom teacher, Wang Yuchuan.

They are currently discussing academic activities for the graduate program.

It mainly concerns the prevention and control of influenza.

Winter has arrived. This time last year was the time of the Great Influenza in the Soviet Far East. The disease is now starting to break out in other places again. So, in order to prevent the problem from happening again in China, they are taking precautions and mainly drawing on the experience of prevention and control in the three northeastern provinces last time.

However, those familiar with the course of this flu know that the subsequent Great Flu of the Soviet Far East will not appear in China.

Of course, nothing is absolute. After all, people are constantly moving around. With so many people around now, and a significant number of overseas Chinese businesspeople returning to China, it's hard to guarantee that the butterfly effect won't create new changes.

So it's not wrong for them to plan ahead.

The prescription for treating the illness was, of course, the same one that Fang Yan had found in Zhang Cigong's manuscript.

Only some details need optimization.

Fang Yan listened to them finish their call before curiously asking why they took so long on the phone when the school was only a few steps away.

“He’s not at school right now; he’s having a meeting at Xiyuan Hospital today,” Zhao Xiwu replied.

"Oh, I see..." Fang Yan suddenly realized.

"Alright, tell me about yourself. When did you get back?" Zhao Xiwu asked Fang Yan.

"I arrived in the early hours of last night. I just finished up with some things at the hospital, so I came to report to you. I still have to go to the Ministry of Health later," Fang Yan replied.

As he spoke, he took out the pilot report that he had prepared after returning home.

After receiving the report from Fang Yan, Zhao Xiwu began to read it.

Besides the information collected by Fang Yan himself, there are also information from Bai Xiaochun and Lingshi County Hospital, and finally a summary from the Health Department of Taiyuan.

These reports can be used for reference, allowing them to clearly understand the current situation of the pilot program in Shanxi, and they also summarize many of the problems encountered.

There are also improvements based on local dialects and the local health department's proposed solutions.

"It's quite detailed. Not counting your travel time, it's only been three days of investigation. To be able to do such a detailed job and find these problems and come up with improvement plans is already quite impressive."

"If it were someone else, it would probably take at least a week."

Dean Zhao Xiwu praised Fang Yan.

Fang Yan said with a smile:

"Please don't flatter me. See if there's anything that needs improvement? If not, I'll have to report to the Ministry of Health. We need to apply for more supplies to be allocated to lower levels. Also, among these medicine powders, the demand for medicines for chronic liver disease is the greatest, while the demand for medicine powders for acute liver disease is very low. This needs to be improved. However, this is currently only suitable for the pilot program in Shanxi. The situation in other places is not clear. I need to suggest that the higher-ups send some more people down to summarize the pilot program situation in several provinces so that we can make modifications based on the situation in each region."

After listening to Fang Yan's words, Zhao Xiwu put down the report, nodded, and said:

"Yes, you've considered everything very thoroughly. Regional differences are indeed key to the successful pilot program. Previously, we were providing the same amount of medicine packs without taking into account the situation in each province. Your reminder is very timely." "When you report to the Ministry of Health, try to get them to approve a special allocation of supplies, to be distributed according to regional categories. Also, I support your suggestion to send special personnel down to conduct research. I'm thinking it would be a good opportunity to have another group of young people from your graduate program go along. This way, they can collect data and accumulate grassroots experience."

"You wouldn't believe it, some of them who couldn't go are complaining to their teachers every day."

Fang Yan was taken aback. He hadn't spent much time in class and hadn't heard any of his classmates complaining.

Fang Yan nodded and put the folder away: "That's fine. It's more useful for young people to go to the grassroots level and experience things firsthand than to study theory in school."

After saying that, Fang Yan told Dean Zhao Xiwu about what happened that morning.

"Oh, right, there's one more thing. Wang Zhenlin sent someone today to say that he wants to help with the follow-up matters of the Nobel Prize. The person he sent is a traditional Chinese medicine doctor from the Third Municipal Hospital. It seems that they have infiltrated the traditional Chinese medicine system quite a bit. I think you should keep an eye on this."

Zhao Xiwu's expression darkened, and then he inquired about the details.

Fang Yan explained the whole story to him, and even shared his own guesses.

Dean Zhao Xiwu also knew about Wang Zhenlin's situation. After listening, he frowned and said:
"Wang Zhenlin and his gang were indeed up to no good."

"Don't worry, I'll have the security department keep an eye on things at the research institute. Our people aren't that easy to infiltrate. Also, be careful yourself and don't get too close to them."

He said in dialect:

“I know what’s going on. The main thing now is to guard against infiltration here. I feel like they’re really something else. I don’t know how long they’ve been planning this.”

Zhao Xiwu nodded and said:
"Yes, we'll keep that in mind."

"However, it won't be so easy for him to infiltrate."

Fang Yan knows about the censorship system here, as well as the semi-closed nature of the researchers here.

The government does indeed manage this area quite strictly.

However, Fang Yan then remembered that the university professors at Peking Union Medical College were helping Wang Zhenlin deliver messages to his family, sending baby sets. He felt that he should be more careful about this matter.

After chatting with Zhao Xiwu for a while, Fang Yan got up to say goodbye:

"Then, Dean Zhao, I'll head to the Ministry of Health now."

"Go on, be careful on the road," Zhao Xiwu said as he saw him to the door.

Fang Yan nodded, quickly walked out of the research institute, and drove towards the Ministry of Health.

When he arrived at the Health Department in Xicheng District, he was greeted warmly by people as soon as he entered the lobby.

Fang Yan noticed that the people here seemed unusually enthusiastic today. Even people who didn't seem to know him came up to shake his hand, which left him somewhat confused.

It wasn't until they arrived at Vice Minister Li's office that they understood what had happened.

It turns out they had already obtained foreign newspapers.

And it wasn't just one newspaper; it was newspapers from several countries.

When Vice Minister Li saw Fang Yan enter, he immediately stood up to greet him, holding several neatly folded newspapers in his hand, his face full of smiles: "Comrade Fang Yan, we've been waiting for you! Look, these foreign newspapers have all published your nomination news. It's not easy for our Chinese medicine to receive this recognition!"

Fang Yan took the newspaper and glanced at the headlines. The science and technology sections of The New York Times and The Times both used the headline "Breakthrough in Traditional Chinese Medicine: Chinese Doctor Fang Yan Nominated for Nobel Prize".

The accompanying photo is of him shaking hands with Heimlich in Zhou Zhaoqin's hospital room. In the photo, he is wearing a white coat and is leaning very low to the ground while shaking hands with Heimlich. This was a deliberate design at the time.

It now seems as if Heimlich was completely convinced of Fang Yan's medical skills.

"So fast, you're already back in China?" Fang Yan was somewhat surprised.

"It's been several days already, and these newspapers have been brought back from various overseas channels," Vice Minister Li said.

At this moment, Secretary Huang had already poured the water.

"The Ministry of Foreign Affairs came by once this morning when I first arrived at work. They specifically said that this is a major highlight of our country's achievements in the international science and technology field this year, and that it should be well promoted. This is not only a personal honor for you, but also a great honor for traditional Chinese medicine and for our country!"

Fang Yan smiled; it seemed the effects were already beginning to show.

The higher-ups are indeed taking it quite seriously.

"I just don't know how we plan to promote this domestically? How do I need to cooperate?" Fang Yan asked.

Since it's about publicity, he definitely needs to step forward and cooperate.

Having experienced similar situations before, this wasn't hard to guess.

Vice Minister Li said:

"Regarding publicity, we'll first send you a special report, talking about your contributions over the past two years, and letting more people know what achievements you've made. Then we'll focus on reporting your nomination, mainly highlighting you as a person. You'll also cooperate with a simple interview at the time."

"Then we started promoting the fact that traditional Chinese medicine has gained international recognition, which boosted our cultural confidence."

"Then we might organize a symposium on the development of traditional Chinese medicine in China, inviting top TCM experts from across the country, representatives of grassroots doctors, and some Western medicine experts to participate. As a core representative, you can share some thoughts on the development of TCM, what you are currently doing and what you plan to do, to give everyone a goal and some visions for future development."

"Okay, I will obey the leader's arrangements and cooperate fully." Fang Yan nodded in agreement.

"By the way, I also collected a lot of information and some of our improvement plans when I went to Shanxi to check on the pilot project."

As he spoke, he took out the report materials he had brought back from Shanxi.

After the leader took it, Fang Yan said:
"Overall, the progress has been relatively smooth, but we have indeed discovered a few key issues. Director Xiao from the SX Provincial Health Department and I have jointly drafted an improvement plan, which is attached below."

"However, there is a phenomenon here that requires special attention."

“In the pilot area in Shanxi, we found that the number of patients with chronic liver disease and their demand for drugs far exceeds that of patients with acute liver disease.”

"The ratio is roughly 7:3."

"The powdered medicine we distributed to the pilot program was consumed much faster for the chronic liver disease formula than for the acute formula."

"This reminds us that in the next step of the nationwide rollout of material allocation and pharmaceutical powder production plans, we need to make dynamic adjustments and precise allocations based on the actual conditions of each region."

"Of course, the low usage of acute liver disease drugs in Shanxi during the pilot program does not mean that it is the same in other provinces. I suggest that the Ministry organize a team as soon as possible to conduct a simultaneous survey in the other pilot provinces to understand the structure of liver disease patients in each region, namely the ratio of chronic to acute, the types of needs such as drugs, equipment, personnel training, etc., and the common shortcomings in primary healthcare facilities."

"Only in this way can we formulate a more scientific and practical national promotion plan, avoiding a 'one-size-fits-all' approach that would lead to resource waste or localized shortages."

Vice Minister Li watched and listened to the narration in local dialect.

He studied the report on dialect for quite a while, making notes as he read, and saying to dialect:

"This finding is very important! The data discrepancies are so significant that we really need to adapt to local conditions. The suggestion to dynamically adjust the allocation of supplies is very practical."

"Your report is very timely, and the problems and solutions are very clear, which can provide an important basis for subsequent work."

"You've really had a hard time on this trip!"

Fang Yan waved his hand and said half-jokingly:
"It's not hard work, it's all for the sake of winning the Nobel Prize."

Upon hearing this, Vice Minister Li was taken aback, then laughed and said with delight:
"Alright, I'll have to work harder for your Nobel Prize."

After saying this, he instructed Secretary Huang, who was standing to the side:

"Make arrangements immediately to organize simultaneous research and data collection in other pilot provinces."

Fang Yan then quickly brought up the matter of sending graduate students down to pilot programs for further training again to Vice Minister Li.

This is what I just talked about with Lao Zhao. I also need to quickly say a few words in the local dialect so that Vice Minister Li can give his approval.

He nodded after listening. He had been wondering who to send, but now that Fang Yan had provided candidates, especially the best of the best from the graduate program, he had no objections.

He immediately agreed and told Secretary Huang to make the arrangements.

Then Vice Minister Li continued to review Fang Yan's reports from the grassroots level, and Fang Yan quickly took the opportunity to bring up Li Ke's matter:

"Oh, right, I almost forgot to mention something. During my inspection in Jingsheng Commune, Lingshi County, I met a grassroots TCM doctor named Li Ke. His medical skills and ethics are both excellent, especially in treating acute heart failure. The 'Breakthrough Heart-Saving Decoction' that I submitted before was a modified version of his prescription."

“When I submitted the report, I also added his name. Unfortunately, due to historical reasons, he has suffered unfair treatment for many years, his reputation has been damaged, and he is still being suppressed locally.”

Fang Yan also handed over a copy of Li Ke's materials:

"I have handed over the information and materials I have gathered to Director Zhang Yi, who is in Shanxi to handle such historical issues. Director Zhang takes it very seriously and has launched an investigation overnight. He is following the procedures to restore Comrade Li Ke's reputation and update his personnel file. Director Zhang works very quickly, and I expect there will be results from them soon."

Upon hearing Fang Yan's report, Vice Minister Li took the materials and then recalled that Fang Yan had indeed added Li Ke's name when submitting the exceptional heart-saving soup.

At that time, the certificates hadn't been issued yet because no one knew who Li Ke was.

"Comrade Li Ke persisted in refining his medical skills and treating patients under such difficult circumstances. I am here today to formally apply to the Ministry to award him the National Medical Achievement Award certificate according to procedure. This is not only a commendation for him personally, but also an encouragement to all medical workers who persist in innovation at the grassroots level."

"The certificate can be sent directly to the Jingsheng Commune Health Center in Lingshi County. This will be a strong support for him to completely restore his reputation and status in the local area."

Vice Minister Li quickly glanced at the key parts mentioned in the dialect.

Then he nodded:

“It’s truly remarkable that such talent can emerge from the grassroots level. The injustice he suffered is being addressed, and his medical achievements deserve even greater recognition! Rest assured, this award is entirely justified. Secretary Huang…” He turned to his secretary and instructed:

"Make a note of this! Just do it according to the dialect."

"Yes!" Secretary Huang quickly wrote it down in his notebook.

After Vice Minister Li finished reading the report on dialects, he said to them with satisfaction:
"You did a great job on your trip to Shanxi. It was very efficient. You not only completed the pilot investigation and discovered key issues, but you also discovered talent, resolved a wrongful case against a good doctor, and promoted recognition of his important achievements! This trip was very fruitful!"

Fang Yan hurriedly said:
"It's all thanks to the support of our leaders and the cooperation of our colleagues; otherwise, things wouldn't have gone so smoothly."

With Li Ke's certificate issue resolved, Fang Yan felt a little relieved.

He thought for a moment and then said:

"By the way, Minister Li, there's something else I need to report to you."

“Okay, go ahead.” Vice Minister Li looked at Fang Yan.

“After I came back this time, Wang Zhenlin’s people contacted me again, but it wasn’t the same person as before; it was someone else.”

Next, Fang Yan briefly described the situation where the man who claimed to be a doctor from the Third Municipal Hospital of Traditional Chinese Medicine came to deliver a message and deliberately revealed his identity.

“They are demonstrating their infiltration capabilities. From professors at Peking Union Medical College Hospital to TCM doctors at the Third Municipal Hospital, the network woven by this person, or rather the forces behind them, is wider than I thought. I am worried that they also have connections in other systems. Do you think we should talk to Director Liao and ask the relevant departments to conduct a secret investigation to get a feel for how big their network is? So as not to be passive in the future.”

After listening, Vice Minister Li's expression didn't change much. He spoke to Fang Yan:

“You’re absolutely right about this. This kind of unbridled infiltration and ostentation is indeed something we need to be wary of.”

"But don't worry, the investigation has already begun. Before you left, we launched a preliminary covert investigation in conjunction with relevant departments based on Wang Zhenlin's previous movements."

"Now that they've come forward again, that's actually good, as it provides us with even more clues."

Fang Yan suddenly realized what was going on. He thought to himself, "I knew the higher-ups weren't that slow-witted." Now that he heard this, he knew that an investigation had indeed begun.

At this moment, Vice Minister Li also reminded him:
"However, you should also be careful on your side. Be cautious when contacting them, and report any new developments immediately."

Fang Yan nodded: "Understood, I will be careful. With you and Director Liao arranging the investigation, I feel at ease."

Fang Yan finished taking care of his business here, and then he prepared to go back.

His family is waiting for him to come home for lunch.

After a busy morning, it's almost time to go.

After saying goodbye to Vice Minister Li, Fang Yan got up and prepared to leave.

Vice Minister Li handed a copy of the newspaper to Fang Yan. They had prepared more than one copy of this, and Fang Yan was asked to take it back as a souvenir.

Fang Yan took the newspaper and then said goodbye to Vice Minister Li.

Then I went downstairs, got in the car, and headed home.

After arranging the work for this period, Fang Yan is also preparing to establish a godparent relationship with Lao Hu's family. She only has a few days of free time. When things get busy later, in addition to interviews, there is also the matter of expanding enrollment in the Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine, which will require even more interviewees.

PS: The 8000-word chapter is now complete. The accounts are even after this chapter.

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

(End of this chapter)