I Can Talk to the Internal Organs-Chapter 232 - 199: Believe Once More

"Dr. Lu, can you cure AIDS?"

Huang Qi looked at Lu Jiu in surprise.

"Why, do you have a friend?" Lu Jiu asked.

Huang Qi shook his head, "No, no, pure curiosity, isn't AIDS an incurable disease?"

Lu Jiu said, "Not really, maybe it was ten years ago, but now it's no longer the case. Western medicine has developed antiviral drugs that can suppress the spread of the HIV virus but can't eradicate it completely. Simply put, this disease is similar to diabetes; you take medicine for life, and when the medicine no longer works, there's nothing more that can be done."

"From the perspective of traditional Chinese medicine, all the symptoms of AIDS fall within the category of Yangming disease, and Yangming has no death warrant, meaning that this disease can be cured. Interestingly, the treatment for AIDS in traditional Chinese medicine is quite similar to that for diabetes."

The treatment for AIDS is similar to that for diabetes?

Although in Huang Qi's impression, both diseases are incurable, AIDS is obviously more frightening, while diabetes is often called a "rich man's disease" and is therefore not as scary.

Yet Lu Jiu told him that treating AIDS is similar to treating diabetes.

This...

Wait!!

The treatment is similar!?

Could it be that Dr. Lu can also treat diabetes!?

"Dr. Lu, can you cure diabetes?" Huang Qi's breath became slightly rapid.

"Oh, you just said your cousin has diabetes, right." Lu Jiu responded.

"Yes, yes, yes, can you treat it?" Huang Qi asked.

"Whether it can be treated depends on the specific situation. If you have time, bring him over, and I'll take a look. If it's just a few years on medication, regulating it isn't difficult," Lu Jiu said.

Upon hearing this, Huang Qi's face lit up with joy, "Thank you so much, Dr. Lu."

Lu Jiu smiled, "Save your thanks until after the treatment is successful. Let's end it here today, no more chatting; there are still patients waiting in line."

Realizing he had taken up a bit too much time, Huang Qi grabbed his medicine and bowed slightly, "Goodbye, Dr. Lu."

Lu Jiu said, "Take care."

...

On leaving the clinic, Huang Qi couldn't help but pull out his phone.

Then he walked to a corner and placed the medicine on the ground.

"Hey, brother, what are you doing?" Yang Xiong answered the call.

"Let me tell you, I've found a Traditional Chinese Medicine doctor who can treat diabetes. Do you have time to come to Jianghan?" Huang Qi's voice couldn't hide his joy.

Yang Xiong could clearly hear Huang Qi's tone, "Really? Traditional Chinese Medicine can treat diabetes? Last time you and I went to that Traditional Chinese Medicine Hospital, the medicine the doctor prescribed didn't have any effect."

Huang Qi showed a disdainful expression, "That so-called doctor at the Traditional Chinese Medicine Hospital was like a medicine seller. This time, the TCM doctor I saw was someone I found in a video online. They say he can even treat cancer, and during our conversation just now, he hinted that he could treat diabetes."

When Yang Xiong heard he could treat cancer, he frowned instantly, "Brother, don't get scammed. Saying he can treat cancer is a bit far-fetched. If such a Chinese medicine doctor exists, he wouldn't be in a place like Jianghan, which no one has heard of. If he really had a cure for cancer, the Nobel Prize would be his."

Huang Qi explained, "I'm not scammed. You know I have rhinitis, right? Just now, before he treated me, he taught me a simple rhinitis exercise. I did it once, and my nose felt slightly clearer. Now, after acupuncture, it's much easier to breathe, and the effects can't be fake, right?"

"Also, when I was waiting in line, I saw an elderly lady who had a stroke and was hemiplegic, unable to speak properly. When she came in, she was stammering and couldn't articulate clearly. After a few acupuncture needles, she was talking fluently. Can that be fake?"

Yang Xiong said, "Actors, maybe..."

Huang Qi was speechless, "Where would there be so many actors? People line up at the clinic from six or seven in the morning, and the line lasts all day. If it were all actors and there were no effects, would so many people still come to see him?"

Yang Xiong paused, then said, "But I still can't believe a TCM doctor can cure cancer. It's exaggerated."

Huang Qi frowned, "Who cares, as long as he can cure diabetes. Are you coming or not?"

Yang Xiong hesitated for a moment, "Is your rhinitis really better?"

Huang Qi, exasperated, said, "I just got treated once, man!!"

Yang Xiong smacked his lips, "Then I'll ask Dad if he's willing to come."

Huang Qi said, "Save it. Your dad is stubborn. Without seeing results, he won't believe it. Discussing it with him is like saying you don't want to go. Forget it; if you don't believe me, fine. I'm not forcing you. When my rhinitis is completely healed and you want to come, don't ask me again. Handle it yourself. Bye."

Upon hearing Huang Qi's words, Yang Xiong's attitude immediately changed, "No, no, don't do that, brother. I mainly feel it's a bit unbelievable. You know, with TCM, the medicine tastes terrible, it's not cheaper than Western medicine, and you want me to believe?"

Huang Qi said, "Let me put it like this: trust one more time. At worst, this time we might get fooled out of a few hundred yuan, and you'll keep taking your glucose-lowering medicine. It won't be a big loss. But if we're not fooled, and your diabetes can be completely cured, you'll never have to take glucose-lowering medicine again. Life will be much more convenient, and you'll save all the money spent on medication without worrying about diabetes complications. Do the math yourself."

Right!

Trusting might just cost the price of medicine, but if it really can be cured, that's completely worth it for the future!

"Brother, I'll ask for leave tomorrow then." Yang Xiong said.

Upon hearing this, Huang Qi immediately smiled, feeling like his recommendation had been acknowledged, "Then hurry up. I'll be staying here for a few more days, so I can help you with the queue."

...

Inside the clinic.

Lu Jiu continued his consultations.

Lu Mountain would occasionally come by to stroll around.

If he saw Lu Jiu overwhelmed, he would help out, but not for long.

Ever since Lu Jiu took over the clinic, his life had become much more leisurely.

He would often go to the park to play, and at night, he would watch a group of elderly people dancing in the square.

His old age was quite comfortable.

In contrast, Lu Jiu seemed particularly busy.

In the eyes of others, he seemed a bit overworked, but Lu Jiu himself enjoyed it.

At 6:30 in the evening, after seeing the last patient, Lu Jiu was ready to close up the clinic.

Just as he was about to leave, Lu Mountain arrived at the clinic door.

"Grandpa, what brings you here?" Lu Jiu saw Lu Mountain as he was closing the door.

"I called you but you didn't answer, so I'm here. An old friend has a small problem and needs you to make a house call," Lu Mountain said.

"What kind of illness?" Lu Jiu asked.

"Shingles!" Lu Mountain said.

"Isn't this disease more common in the spring and autumn? It's winter now, could it also be accompanied by heart disease?" Lu Jiu asked.

"Wow, your clinical experience is pretty solid now," Lu Mountain looked at Lu Jiu approvingly, "Your acupuncture is better than mine, give it a try."

"Here, I brought you some food."

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