I Can Talk to the Internal Organs-Chapter 202 - 171: What If I Gave You a Hospital?

"This... seems like it can't be quantified."

It's really hard to assess the skill level in traditional Chinese medicine.

After all, when treating illnesses and saving lives, without a specific situation, you can't even have a competition.

It's different from martial arts; if two people fight, you can tell who's stronger.

Medicine isn't like that. Some people are skilled in pediatrics and can cure a child with a few doses. Let them treat adults, they might not be any worse, but the effectiveness might not be as strong. Some are proficient in gynecology and can resolve issues quickly, but when you let them look at men, they might fall short.

Even though traditional Chinese medicine practitioners are general practitioners, human ability is limited. To be specialized in one area is already quite impressive. If you're good at all subjects, you're not just skilled but incredibly skilled.

"What's the most serious illness you've treated?" Peng Yan asked.

"Probably, Jueyin," Lu Jiu answered.

"What!? Jueyin? According to Western medicine, what disease is that?" Peng Yan asked.

"Late-stage lung cancer," Lu Jiu replied.

"Holy crap!" Peng Yan exclaimed loudly, attracting the attention of patients lined up outside the clinic.

Peng Yan immediately felt a bit embarrassed and quickly lowered his voice, "You're not joking!?"

Lu Jiu said, "Anyway, you'll be here for a while. Instead of hearing it from others later, it's better I tell you myself."

Peng Yan looked confused, "Do you mean the treatment was effective?"

Lu Jiu nodded, "The patient took three doses of medicine and restored gastric Qi."

Peng Yan was dumbfounded, "You mean a person whom the hospital had pronounced a death sentence was saved by you?"

Lu Jiu laughed, "Not quite. You could say I stabilized her temporarily. As for whether I can adjust her Five Viscera later, it's quite challenging. Even now, I don't have full confidence. It's step by step."

Peng Yan said, "That's incredible, isn't it? Restoring gastric Qi is like the body sending a distress signal. As long as that's there, the patient won't die in the short term. With our methods, we definitely can't kill cancer cells, but making her live with cancer isn't impossible. Though I know it in theory, practically, I can't do it."

Lu Jiu said, "Take it slowly. Once you've learned the theory of traditional Chinese medicine, you'll find that these issues all have a common origin."

Peng Yan rolled his eyes, "That's easy for you to say because you've learned it. Chinese medicine is all about insight. If you figure it out, then you know it. If not, no amount of teaching will help."

"Ha, ordinary people and geniuses really are two different species. I thought if I worked hard, I'd catch up to you, but the gap just keeps widening."

Lu Jiu patted Peng Yan's shoulder, "What are you thinking about so much? Over time, you'll realize the gap will get even bigger."

Peng Yan's eyes narrowed, "You scoundrel, want to try me?"

Lu Jiu stepped aside, "Done eating? If so, time to get to work; others are waiting."

Peng Yan cursed, "Alright, you've managed a small clinic long enough to develop a capitalist attitude, even exploiting me, the volunteer. It's a good thing you only run a place this small; imagine if you ran a hospital!"

Lu Jiu laughed, "What? Afraid of working for me?"

Peng Yan packed up his lunchbox, raising his head, "Sorry, I'm a doctor at Jinling Hospital of Traditional Chinese Medicine. This small temple can't accommodate this great Buddha."

Lu Jiu laughed, "Oh, feeling smug?"

Peng Yan raised an eyebrow, "What? Doesn't Jinling Hospital have face value?"

Lu Jiu said, "Of course it does. It's one of the top traditional Chinese medicine hospitals in the Capital, with four or five National Masters of Chinese Medicine. You're a small fry in Jinling, but in Jianghan, you could at least be a minor official."

Peng Yan was speechless, "Full of metaphors, planning to pursue a Ph.D.?"

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Unknowingly, it's time to give a lesson to the kids again.

This time, Lu Jiu had prepared plenty of foam bricks, enough for the kids to have fun.

Of course, today's class wasn't just about fun but also a competition.

At 2:00 p.m., Lu Jiu arrived punctually at the Experimental Primary School.

Just at the gate, Lu Jiu was called.

"Teacher Lu, Teacher Lu!!"

Lu Jiu turned and saw it was Luo Xiaoxiao, a student from the class.

This little fellow had witnessed his pulse diagnosis skills in the last lesson, looking at him with some apprehension throughout the class. But now, calling him seemed to have lost that nervousness.

"Teacher Lu, will we play games today?" Luo Xiaoxiao asked.

"That depends on your performance," Lu Jiu replied with a smile.

"I remember, Wood, Fire, Earth, Metal, Water – Liver, Heart, Spleen, Lung, Kidney, right?" Luo Xiaoxiao said.

"Not bad, but it's not enough just for you to remember. All the classmates need to remember," Lu Jiu said.

"Huh? What if someone doesn't remember?" Luo Xiaoxiao asked with a long face.

"I only said everyone needs to remember, not that others can't give hints," Lu Jiu said.

Upon hearing this, Luo Xiaoxiao instantly understood, "Hehe, Teacher Lu, I got it."

"Mom, you can go now. I'm going in with Teacher Lu. Bye-bye."

Saying this, Luo Xiaoxiao took Lu Jiu's hand and hurried into the school.

Wan Fangqin watched Lu Jiu.

She thought the traditional Chinese medicine teacher invited by the school would be older, but Lu Jiu was so young, looking much younger than her.

But she felt Lu Jiu looked familiar, like she'd seen him somewhere, but couldn't immediately recall.

As she was about to ride her electric scooter to work, her phone rang in her pocket.

"Honey, can you pick up Mom? She said Dr. Lu isn't at the clinic and will visit another day, so you might as well take her to Auntie's on your way," said Luo Hui.

Wan Fangqin said, "Okay, where is it?"

Luo Hui said, "It's on Garden Street, called Lu's Clinic."

Wan Fangqin was about to hang up, "Clinic? Chinese medicine?"

Luo Hui said, "Yeah, Mom heard from others that this Chinese medicine doctor is amazing. Just taking a pulse, he can tell what's wrong with you. And didn't we watch a local video last month? It's that doctor, looks super young, just unsure if his skills are as good as they say."

Local video?

Suddenly, Wan Fangqin looked back at the gate of the Experimental Primary School and inside at Lu Jiu, who was talking and laughing with her son.

It's him?

Right!

Last time, her son mentioned that their Chinese medicine teacher took his pulse and immediately said he had wet the bed. At the time, she thought it was nonsense.

But thinking about it now, why would her son lie about something like that?

So, if it wasn't a lie, doesn't that prove this Chinese medicine doctor can diagnose your illness just by taking your pulse, even know what you've done?

"Hello? Hello? Is the signal bad?" Luo Hui asked when Wan Fangqin didn't respond, checking the phone signal.

Wan Fangqin quickly replied, "Yes, okay, I'll pick up Mom. Oh, and tomorrow I'll bring my dad too, so he can see this doctor with your mom."

Luo Hui asked curiously, "Why?"

Wan Fangqin said, "My dad has diabetes, and taking medication constantly isn't a solution. Maybe trying a Chinese medicine doctor can help?"

Luo Hui laughed, "Impossible, right? People say diabetes can't be cured, and even Chinese medicine doesn't have that ability."

Wan Fangqin said, "Who cares, worth a try."

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