I Can Hear the Heart's Voice of Traditional Chinese Medicine

"So, just to prevent you from being talked about, I have to be sent to the hospital for surgery, undergo chemotherapy, and then die in agony?"

Lu Guoquan opened his mouth, but for a moment, he didn’t know what to say.

He knew in his heart that although Lu Qinian’s words were a bit absolute, they were generally not wrong.

Chemotherapy, a method that sacrifices a thousand to kill eight hundred, naturally has significant side effects.

Indeed, many people do not die from cancer, but from chemotherapy, just that Western medicine is unwilling to admit it.

With the development of the times and the increasing prevalence of the internet, many things have gradually become well-known, and more and more patients are unwilling to undergo chemotherapy.

Is it fear of death?

Not necessarily.

At Lu Qinian’s age, people are really less worried about these things, the only fear is leaving this world in pain.

So, when Lu Qinian spoke of this, Lu Guoquan also knew that continuing to persuade wouldn’t have much effect.

However, just giving up like this, Lu Guoquan was also unwilling.

Lu Qinian was just over seventy this year. Decades ago, this age was considered quite old, but nowadays, with improved living conditions, seventy isn’t a big deal.

It seemed that Lu Qinian also realized that he had spoken too absolutely, making it difficult for his children, so he loosened up: "Treatment is okay, but I don’t want to see a Western doctor, just find a Chinese medicine doctor for some adjustment."

"Chinese medicine can’t cure definitively..." Before Lu Guoquan could finish, he was interrupted by Lu Qinian.

"Didn’t Uncle Li live well without being cured definitively?"

"And there are others, who underwent surgery and chemotherapy countless times, and how many of them could survive more than a year? Your Western medicine clinic just looks down on Chinese medicine, but Chinese medicine has been around for so many years, it naturally has its merits. If it was truly useless, it wouldn’t have lasted till today, especially now that the country is increasingly advocating for Chinese medicine."

Lu Qinian continued, "Moreover, I also surf the internet frequently. Many cancer patients now seek treatment from Chinese medicine and live well.

On the contrary, those patients who choose surgery and chemotherapy, few survive more than three years, and even if they do, they’re always in pain.

After each chemotherapy session, the pain lasts at least half a month, and before you recover your Primordial Qi, you have to undergo another session. Who can bear this cycle?"

Saying this, Lu Qinian also put on a stern face: "Anyway, I’ll just put it here, I’m open to treatment, either don’t see one, or see a Chinese doctor."

"As long as you’re willing to be treated, we’ll listen to you in everything, is that okay?"

Seeing that Lu Qinian had loosened up, Lu Guoquan stopped pushing further, letting it be Chinese medicine if it had to be.

Speaking of Chinese medicine, Lu Guoquan couldn’t help but glance at his son Lu Xuan; isn’t he studying Chinese medicine?

But after thinking it over, Lu Guoquan still didn’t speak up.

He knew better than anyone where his son worked.

The community Health Center likely wouldn’t know any renowned Chinese medicine practitioners.

Rather than embarrass his son later on, it’s better to directly ask Lin Yongzhen.

Lin Yongzhen had been at the Second Provincial Hospital for some years, and even though the hospital had integrated departments of Chinese and Western medicine, and even if he wasn’t very familiar with Chinese medicine, he’d at least have some interaction, knowing who’s prominent in the field.

"Yongzhen, there should be some renowned Chinese medicine practitioners at the Second Provincial Hospital, right?" Lu Guoquan turned to ask.

Is this decided to see a Chinese doctor?

Lin Yongzhen blinked, ensuring he understood correctly, then couldn’t help but sigh, "This is still early-stage, choosing surgical treatment would have a high cure and survival rate..."

Before saying much more, he added, "There are, but for seeing a Chinese doctor, it would be better to go to the Provincial Hospital of Traditional Chinese Medicine."

"Are there any acquaintances?"

Lu Guoquan asked, "Or anyone particularly skilled in this area."

Lin Yongzhen shook his head, "I studied Western medicine and haven’t had much interaction with Chinese medicine practitioners, but I can inquire a bit."

"Alright, then I’ll leave this to you."

Lin Yongzhen nodded in agreement.

At this moment, however, Lu Qinian interjected, "Why let Yongzhen inquire? Didn’t Xiaoxuan study Chinese medicine? He graduated this year and is interning at the Traditional Chinese Medicine Hospital in Beijiang District now. I heard that Yong City’s Chinese medicine development is quite good, so if we need a consultation, let’s just go there. Besides, I haven’t been out before, I guess I’ll pack my things and follow Xiaoxuan to Yong City."

"Isn’t that right, Xiaoxuan," he said, turning to look at his grandson with a broad smile.

Lu Xuan nodded hurriedly.

"Going to Yong City is also an option, speaking of which, the development of Chinese medicine there surpasses ours by far, even more than our Provincial Hospital of Traditional Chinese Medicine," Lin Yongzhen promptly added.

"Dad, Xiaoxuan is no longer interning at the Traditional Chinese Medicine Hospital in Beijiang District." Initially wanting to keep this matter under wraps, but knowing now that the elder had decided to go to Yong City, Lu Guoquan knew there was no hiding it.

"Not there?"

"Then where did he go?"

Lu Qinian muttered a few words to himself, then smiled, "Our smart grandson surely went to the City Hospital, right?"

Lu Guoquan shook his head, braced himself and said, "Dad, there’s something we haven’t dared to tell you, but now that you’ve brought it up, I’ll say it directly: A few months back, Xiaoxuan left the Traditional Chinese Medicine Hospital in Beijiang District and went to work at the community Health Center."

The smile on Lu Qinian’s face froze instantly, surprised but mostly incredulous.

When Lu Xuan graduated, he said he’d be interning at the District Hospital of Traditional Chinese Medicine, how did he suddenly end up at a community Health Center?

Though Anjiang County doesn’t have community Health Centers like big cities do, Lu Qinian, being somewhat educated and with today’s internet, wouldn’t be unaware of what a community Health Center is.

But what he couldn’t understand was how his exceptionally bright grandson, who’d been receiving scholarships every year, ended up at a community Health Center.

This can’t be true!

Lu Qinian found it hard to believe.

Or rather, he didn’t want to believe it.

"When did this happen?" Lu Qinian’s expression darkened slightly.

Seeing his father’s expression turning sour, Guoquan was feeling a bit regretful for bringing this up, but at this point, regret was useless, he had to brace himself and say: "About two months ago, although I don’t know the details, so if you really want to be treated in Yong City, I think you better not. Xiaoxuan has just graduated, he doesn’t know many people, and he’s also busy with work over there, can’t take good care of you.

If you want to see a Chinese doctor, better to do it here at the Provincial Hospital of Traditional Chinese Medicine, it’s closer to home, less than three hours away, go once every half month.

But usually, Chinese medicine only prescribes a week’s worth of medication, which is a bit inconvenient."

"Actually, that can be easily solved, just take the doctor’s prescription and fill it elsewhere, Chinese medicine prescriptions are generally similar, and even if there are differences, it would only involve changing one or two ingredients, with negligible impact."

Lin Yongzhen chimed in, "Going once a week is too frequent, living in the provincial capital is fine, but Anjiang County is still a bit far, once every two weeks is just right."

"This works too."

Lu Guoquan thought it over, feeling that taking the prescription to be filled elsewhere was indeed a practical solution.

"Dad, let’s stick to your wish to see a Chinese doctor, that’s doable, right?"

Turning his head, Lu Guoquan addressed Lu Qinian, "Just as Xiaoxuan and Yongzhen are home, let Yongzhen help us check when there are appointments available, we’ll go the day before, if it’s an afternoon slot then go in the morning."

Regarding seeing a Chinese doctor, Lu Qinian didn’t have such strong opposition, but learning that his grandson Lu Xuan had gone to a community Health Center, his spirits were dampened, his mood not so good, somewhat depressed even.

Going to a community Health Center, would there be any prospects in life?

Contemplating, Lu Qinian turned to his grandson, "Xiaoxuan, why don’t you come back, try applying for the Provincial Hospital of Traditional Chinese Medicine, with your abilities, Grandpa believes you’ll get in, it’s surely better than staying at a community Health Center."

"Your Grandpa’s right, staying there is better to come back, you’re just a recent grad, reapplying won’t waste much time," Lu Guoquan nodded.

Everyone started chiming in with persuasion.

Especially Lin Yongzhen, he was quite concerned about Lu Xuan’s matters.

"Yeah, Xiaoxuan, apply directly to the Provincial Hospital of Traditional Chinese Medicine, then we can often keep in touch, maybe even occasionally meet up for a meal or some gathering," Lin Yongzhen’s smile was as bright as a flower.

This suggestion was good.

On the side, Ji Xiuwen, having listened for so long, finally seemed to understand, did this family know nothing about Lu Xuan?

Unable to hold back, he commented, "No, Old Lu, your family knows nothing of your matters?"