Rebirth 1977 Great Era

Chapter 1448 Nobel Prize nomination says you have ethical problems, can you withstand it? (Bonus chapter for monthly votes)

"I have one more request!" Mr. Wei called out to the group as they were leaving.

"Hmm? What is it? We'll definitely help you if it's a reasonable request," Director Liao replied, his words quite tactful. If it were unreasonable, like involving dialects, he would certainly have refused.

“I hope that not only Hong Kong and Macau, but also all the cities in Southeast Asia where I have business will be included in the newspapers,” Mr. Wei said.

Upon hearing his request, Fang Yan and Director Liao exchanged a glance and then nodded.

"no problem."

Mr. Wei was really going all out; he was determined to go all the way.

First, let everyone know what happened, so that his wife and the others won't have to come up with a solution. If you're going to do something, make it known to the whole world. After all, he's a respected figure in the area, and this kind of big news will quickly attract attention once it's released.

Humans always have a special kind of enthusiasm for gossiping.

Moreover, this applies to wealthy people who usually appear very glamorous.

However, after Mr. Wei finished speaking, he thought about it and was still not entirely confident in the extent to which Fang Yan and his team could achieve this, so he added:

"I'll give you a few contacts. If you contact them, they'll definitely help you make this a big deal."

Mr. Wei was now determined to do things to the extreme.

He directly used his personal connections because he believed that the newspapers Fang Yan and his associates could contact were not authoritative enough.

Therefore, it's better to rely on your own network.

Fang Yan reminded him:

"If I contact these people in your name, will the items be unable to be sent?"

"Will they just hand the letter to your family?"

Upon hearing the dialect, Mr. Wei said:
"No, they have no contact with my family, and I trust them."

Upon hearing this, Fang Yan and Director Liao exchanged a glance and then agreed.

Next, it was time to get things done.

However, his family has already set off, so this open letter needs to be sent out as soon as possible.

Therefore, Director Liao also had to help him use some information channels of the Overseas Chinese Affairs Office.

Actually, he really underestimated the Overseas Chinese Affairs Office's methods. How could such a national department not have its own channels? Maybe they even have their own people in the newspaper.

Of course, that's all in the future. Next, Fang Yan and Director Liao still need to prepare to deal with Mr. Wei's wife and the people she brings when they arrive in Beijing.

After discussing it, the two decided that all they needed to do now was stall for time.

Once things escalate, they'll find out what happened themselves, and then it won't have anything to do with Fang Yan and his group anymore.

……

Besides this matter, there is another important matter.

That's naming the outpatient building.

According to Zhou Zhaoqin's original intention, the traditional Chinese medicine clinic building she donated would be named after the children in the dialect.

The renovation is almost complete, and they've already started designing the lettering for the building.

The dialect-themed building for the inpatient department has already been designed.

Now all that's left is the name of the outpatient building.

Should it be called Fang Chengze Building or Chengze Building?
Of course, this needs to be discussed with many people, including family members and hospital leaders.

After all, this is the name we'll be using for a long time.

After everyone's discussion, it was finally decided to use the more fluent Chengze Building.

Thus, the naming of the father-son building for the Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine at Peking Union Medical College Hospital is complete.

This result needs to be sent to Old Zhou in Hong Kong by telegram, along with the estimated completion date.

We'll have to invite them to attend as well.

This is a sign of respect for the donors.

After the matter was resolved, Mr. Wei's family also came.

Director Liao still sent someone to pick them up.

Among the people who came were Mrs. Wei and her assistant secretary, Mr. Wei's elder brother and his wife, and the five-person mental health assessment medical team they brought.

A total of ten people checked into the Yanjing Hotel.

After their plane landed, Fang Yan received a call from Director Liao.

The mental health assessment team over there is now looking for someone with dialects to discuss Mr. Wei's situation.

These people are all from a hospital in Singapore, and they are all from the Western medical system. I don't know if Mrs. Wei is really ignorant or pretending not to know, but she insisted on having these people communicate with her, a traditional Chinese medicine practitioner.

But it doesn't matter, they were just hired to work, and all Fang Yan has to do now is stall for time.

The open letter has already been sent out; now we just have to wait for public opinion to develop.

...When the five people arrived at the hospital, they were not as arrogant as they had imagined when they met Fang Yan; on the contrary, he was very humble.

Five Western doctors, dressed in sharp suits, were led by an elderly doctor with gray hair named Chen Jinghong. Upon seeing Fang Yan, he immediately extended his hand, his tone sincere:
"Director Fang, we have long admired your name! We are here on behalf of Mrs. Wei to conduct the assessment, but we are well aware of your medical skills and would never dare to question your diagnosis. We are here today mainly to follow the procedures, and we would appreciate your guidance."

Seeing their attitude, Fang Yan knew that the Nobel Prize nomination was most likely the reason for their actions. He smiled, shook Chen Jinghong's hand, and said:

"Dr. Chen, you're too kind. It's all for the patients' sake."

“I know what you’re here for. After the assessment, you plan to take Mr. Wei away. To be honest, Mr. Wei’s situation is rather special. I can take you to see him first, and then we can talk about the details later.”

“Yes, yes, of course. I have heard about their family affairs. Director Fang is their attending physician, so he must know the most. We will definitely take your advice into consideration and will not forcibly take them away,” Chen Jinghong said.

The other party was quite easy to talk to, but Fang Yan knew in his heart that these Western doctors' humility was not entirely genuine, but more because they were intimidated by the halo of "Nobel Prize nomination". This saved a lot of talk and created conditions for stalling for time.

In the ward, when Mr. Wei saw Chen Jinghong and his group, his face was expressionless. He simply sat calmly by the window, basking in the sun, holding an open book in his hand, as if he hadn't seen the visitors.

This was a situation that Fang Yan had already discussed with him.

Chen Jinghong's team took out the instruments and testing forms to prepare for the test.

Fang Yan spoke up at the right moment: "Mr. Wei's emotions are currently stable, but his condition may relapse. Please be gentle during the examination and avoid agitating him."

While explaining the key points of Mr. Wei's diagnosis to his team, he intentionally or unintentionally stalled for time: "His previous breakdown stemmed from long-term mental stress. Traditional Chinese medicine emphasizes 'calming the mind and soothing the nerves.' I used a modified version of Suanzaoren Tang (Ziziphus jujuba seed decoction) combined with acupuncture at hundreds of acupoints, which allowed him to gradually recover..."

Fang Yan explained everything from the diagnostic approach to the details of medication, speaking clearly and professionally. Chen Jinghong's team nodded frequently, completely forgetting their original purpose of "connecting with the situation," and instead seemed to have come to learn from his experience.

The conversation lasted for two hours. After the examination was over, Chen Jinghong remarked with emotion:

"Director Fang, your approach to TCM treatment is truly ingenious! Most of the mental illnesses we've encountered before have been controlled with medication, but we never imagined that TCM could address the root cause. It's truly an eye-opener."

Fang Yan smiled:
"Traditional Chinese medicine and Western medicine each have their own focus. Mr. Wei's case is special, and he will need long-term observation. We cannot rush things."

Chen Jinghong, being extremely astute, immediately discerned the underlying meaning and tentatively asked:
"You mean... Mr. Wei is not suitable to be discharged from the hospital for the time being?"

"Not at least not now." Fang Yan likes to talk to smart people.

He explained:

“His mental state has just stabilized. If he goes back to his previous environment, he may very well lose all his previous efforts.”

"As you said, I am his attending physician, and my opinion is that he cannot be discharged from the hospital."

"You can tell Mrs. Wei my opinion and see if she can understand it."

Chen Jinghong immediately looked troubled. When they came, Mrs. Wei had instructed that as long as Mr. Wei could recognize people and remain in a normal, conscious state, the assessment must be passed and Mr. Wei could be taken away!

Mr. Wei has clearly reached this standard now.

They were paid to do things for others, but now a dialect-speaking person has appeared in front of them, clearly stating that they cannot let the person go.

He wouldn't have been so conflicted if it were anyone else.

They approved it immediately, took the person away, and that was it.

But the dialect is different. He's a Nobel Prize nominee this year, and he's going against his doctor's orders?
What a joke! If that gets out, your reputation will be ruined.

The money Mrs. Wei gave him wasn't even enough for him to pull off a single heist, so he didn't care if it ruined his reputation.

Chen Jinghong pulled Fang Yan aside and whispered:
"Director Fang, according to our assessment... the patient is indeed recovering very well, and his family strongly requests to take him home, otherwise they wouldn't have called our team. Could you please make an exception based on this situation and let us complete the assessment and take him away? As for your concerns about the environment, we understand... but we believe that is a subsequent family matter."

Fang Yan smiled and said:
"No."

Chen Jinghong was completely bewildered.

Dialects are so direct!

At this point, the dialect simply spoke frankly and openly:
“Dr. Chen, I know you’ve taken Mrs. Wei’s money and are doing things according to her requirements.”

"But I am Mr. Wei's attending physician. My responsibility is to be responsible for his health, not to be responsible for the demands of his family."

Chen Jinghong's brows furrowed even more, and his voice lowered even further:

“Director Fang, we understand the compassion of doctors. But look at Mr. Wei’s current condition. He can read books, communicate calmly, and all his test results are normal… If we insist that he is ‘not suitable for discharge,’ we won’t be able to explain it to Mrs. Wei.”

"Even if you can't explain it, you have to explain it." Fang Yan's eyes showed no sign of wavering.

“You just heard me explain the cause of his illness: a mental breakdown due to long-term manipulation. He seems calm now because he's in a hospital environment without surveillance or oppression. Once he returns home and faces the control of his wife and family, it won't be long before he breaks down again. At that point, your ‘approval’ will be pushing him into a fire pit.”

He paused, his gaze sweeping over the team members behind Chen Jinghong. The young doctors all wore hesitant expressions, clearly moved by his words. Fang Yan continued:

“You are Western medicine practitioners, and you emphasize ‘evidence-based medicine.’ But mental illness is different. The environment has a greater impact on the condition than any indicator that any instrument can detect. I cannot gamble with a patient’s entire life just because you need to ‘get results.’”

Chen Jinghong opened his mouth, wanting to say something more, but was interrupted by Fang Yan: "Dr. Chen, you've been practicing medicine for decades, you should understand the weight of the words 'not betraying one's conscience.' The money Mrs. Wei gave you can buy your assessment report, but it can't buy Mr. Wei's health. If something happens to Mr. Wei, can you live with yourself?"

Chen Jinghong was stunned. This was a clear statement that there was no room for negotiation, and it was almost a definite warning.

If a Nobel Prize-nominated doctor is accused of having "problematic medical ethics," can you withstand it?
Anyway, Chen Jinghong is having a hard time right now.

Only now does he realize how difficult the job he's taken on is.

He doesn't even dare to ask Fang Yan, "Is there really no room for negotiation?" anymore, because the more he says, the more criticism he gets.

"Then...then I'll go talk to Mrs. Wei and see what she says." Chen Jinghong had no choice but to back down.

P.S.: The accounts are balanced, guys. See you tomorrow!

(End of this chapter)