I Can Hear the Heart's Voice of Traditional Chinese Medicine-Chapter 364 - 156: Stop Calling Him Mayor, Call Him Uncle Ji

Standing by the hospital bed, both Zhang Jiwei and Zhang Xianjue couldn’t help but swallow, exchanging a glance, and both found a hint of surprise in the other’s eyes.

Although after over two hours of decoction, Zhang Jiwei had a basic understanding of Lu Xuan’s medical skills, he was still quite apprehensive about whether the medicine Lu Xuan prescribed would be effective.

Having high medical skills doesn’t necessarily equate to prescribing effective medication.

Just like Huang Beishan and Zhang Jingcai, one is a nationally renowned traditional Chinese medicine doctor, and the other comes from a family of traditional Chinese medicine practitioners. Looking across the country, there are few who can surpass these two in medical skills, yet they were still helpless in the face of Ji Huan’s condition.

Even though Lu Xuan is impressive, there is no guarantee that the medicine he prescribes will work well on Ji Huan.

But the situation at hand was clearly unexpected.

The prescription by Lu Xuan not only took effect but did so in a very short period, is this still traditional Chinese medicine?

Or rather, is this the traditional Chinese medicine he’s familiar with?

Always, Zhang Jiwei felt that the reason Western medicine could surpass traditional Chinese medicine with overwhelming advantage was simply due to its timely efficacy, with the speed of Western medical treatment far beyond that of traditional Chinese medicine.

However, the scene before him shattered Zhang Jiwei’s perception.

After drinking a dose of medicinal liquid, in just over ten minutes, such miraculous effects could be achieved, leading Zhang Jiwei to have the illusion that this is something traditional Chinese medicine couldn’t accomplish.

But in fact, the seemingly less timely traditional medicine gave Zhang Jiwei a severe wake-up call, thoroughly awakening him.

Traditional Chinese medicine is not as powerless as he imagined, even in the face of such a severe condition, it still can achieve effects in a short period.

The only thing incomparable to Western medicine is that it doesn’t have ready-made remedies.

In such situations, one has to rely on acupuncture and herbal medicine to stabilize the patient’s condition before selecting the treatment method.

But no matter what, the rapid effect of traditional medicine is real.

"Director, it has taken effect, and it’s so fast, who exactly is this Dr. Lu!"

Zheng Xianjue was somewhat shocked by the current situation. Given Ji Huan’s serious condition, if it were him, aside from using coronary angioplasty with stent implantation, there would be no other way, having already used all possible medication. Yet, even with coronary angioplasty, it’s not necessarily effective.

Ji Huan’s body is too weak, and it’s not just a simple myocardial infarction.

Unblocking the coronary artery is still treating the symptom, not the root cause.

But the current situation somewhat broke his understanding of traditional Chinese medicine.

Relying solely on two acupuncture needles, the originally severely distressed Ji Huan was relieved. A bowl of pitch-black medicinal juice was ingested, and after just over ten minutes, Ji Huan could sleep peacefully, and his complexion is visibly improving, which is far better than the effect of Western medicine treatment.

"Who exactly?"

Zhang Jiwei slightly narrowed his eyes in response to Zheng Xianjue’s inquiry, let out a slow breath, slightly opened his eyes, and with shrewd eyes looked at the youth sitting by the bedside, and his voice sounded leisurely:

"I do not know who exactly, but this Dr. Lu, who looks only in his twenties, is definitely the most terrifyingly talented and skilled traditional Chinese medicine doctor I have ever seen in my life. If Old Zhou and Old Huang hadn’t spoken, I probably wouldn’t have witnessed today’s shocking scene."

"Of course, it’s not just about missing out, I fear we would also face considerable troubles."

Zheng Xianjue nodded in agreement.

No matter how unconvinced he might feel inside, he had to admit that without Lu Xuan, they would still be like ants in a hot pot, running around frantically.

Moreover, facing this patient’s condition, ultimately, they might also be powerless and await accountability from above.

He and Zhang Jiwei certainly couldn’t escape responsibility.

Not exaggerating to say, the appearance of Lu Xuan saved them, saved their future and fates.

And prior, they harbored all sorts of doubts about Lu Xuan, no wonder Huang Beishan stood up for Lu Xuan. Considering the situation, if you had a book and were constantly doubted by others, you might have exploded long ago, but without Lu Xuan’s good disposition.

Although the situation now can’t yet be described as out of danger, if a bowl of medicine can have such a good effect, do we need to worry about the subsequent situation?

At this moment, both Zhang Jiwei and Zheng Xianjue let out a slight sigh of relief.

And right behind Lu Xuan, when Huang Beishan and Zhang Jingcai saw this scene, they also exchanged a glance filled with surprise and couldn’t help but express with emotion: 𝓯𝙧𝙚𝒆𝙬𝙚𝒃𝙣𝙤𝒗𝓮𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

"Lu, when you mentioned this prescription worked wonders for all cardiogenic shock, toxic, hemorrhagic shock, and circulatory failure from acute conditions, I thought you were somewhat exaggerating. But now it seems the reason the Cold Injury School’s prescriptions aren’t very effective for these acute conditions is that they were too cautious."

Huang Beishan became more excited as he spoke: "If they dared to learn from the Fire God School, the Cold Pathogenic Disease would have created a pinnacle in the field of traditional Chinese medicine. It’s just a pity the Fire God School was established too late by Sichuan’s famous doctor Zheng Qin’an in the late Qing Dynasty. If it had appeared in the era of the Cold Pathogenic Disease, the history of traditional Chinese medicine might have been more splendid."

"Old Huang, you can’t say it like that."