I Can Hear the Heart's Voice of Traditional Chinese Medicine-Chapter 352 - 152: Is Dean Zhang Planning to Become an Apprentice? (Part 2)

"To put it bluntly, I’ll reserve comments on other diseases for now, but when it comes to malignant tumors, in terms of survival rates, Western medicine is far inferior to Traditional Chinese Medicine. Moreover, Traditional Chinese Medicine can allow patients to live with cancer normally. And Western medicine? It only makes the patient suffer on the operating table, spending huge savings yet unable to keep the person alive."

Zhang Jiwei opened his mouth and was about to retort, but was directly stopped by Huang Beishan.

"Dean Zhang, don’t be in a hurry to counter; you know better than I do whether it’s true or not. After all, I only know a little, but as the dean of the City First Hospital, you must know much more than I do. Nowadays, you must have heard about how many doctors don’t even get treated after being diagnosed with cancer and even go to see Traditional Chinese Medicine doctors."

"They are doctors themselves. Why do they not choose the three main techniques of Western medicine when diagnosed with cancer, and instead hold a special preference for Traditional Chinese Medicine? Doesn’t the reason behind this merit some reflection?"

"Of course, you might argue it’s only a minority."

"Indeed it is only a minority. But let me ask you, Dean Zhang: if one day you were diagnosed with a malignant tumor, would you choose the three main techniques of Western medicine or Traditional Chinese Medicine treatments to live with cancer?"

The question, which struck at the depths of the soul, caused the words that reached Zhang Jiwei’s lips to be swallowed back down, his expression somewhat complicated.

"Got nothing to say, have you?" scoffed Huang Beishan.

"You won’t admit it when told, but that’s the truth. You claim it’s unscientific, but as long as we can explain it ourselves, it’s enough. If it weren’t for the fact that many exams in Traditional Chinese Medicine now follow the same pattern as Western medicine, Traditional Chinese Medicine wouldn’t be in its current state."

"Moreover, you know better than I that countries in Europe, America, Japan, and South Korea have been paying much attention to Traditional Chinese Medicine in recent years."

At this point, an unusual hint of anger appeared on Huang Beishan’s face: "Why doesn’t Chinese medicine have the same effects as before? Is it really that Traditional Chinese Medicine doesn’t work? I don’t think so!

Of course, I admit there are those in Traditional Chinese Medicine who are not skilled, but this is also true in Western medicine, and it is even more so.

But the most crucial thing is the wild Chinese herbs in our country. The best herbs are all exported abroad, and what remains for us are the worst ones. With poor quality, the same dosage naturally doesn’t achieve the desired results.

I won’t mention the rest. Let’s just talk about Astragalus: where in our country is the best Astragalus found?"

Zhang Jiwei opened his mouth but hadn’t spoken before Huang Beishan interjected: "I bet you don’t know either. The best quality Astragalus is from Inner Mongolia, known as Northern Astragalus, but can these Astragalus be found in major Traditional Chinese Medicine hospitals or centers?

I’ll tell you the answer: no. These high-quality Astragalus have all been snapped up by countries like Japan and South Korea, while the ones left for us are the least effective. With the prescribed dose, do you think it’s possible to achieve the desired effect?"

Countries abroad are already developing Traditional Chinese Medicine, hoarding high-quality Traditional Chinese Medicine with various means, while many geniuses in the field of Chinese medicine, unable to pass the Western medicine exams, have no choice but to move abroad to develop. I won’t cite each case, but the United States has specifically set exams for Traditional Chinese Medicine, rather than using the Western medicine model.

But what about our own people?

Resisting Traditional Chinese Medicine, disparaging Traditional Chinese Medicine, while Western medicine abroad chooses to embrace it and even promote it, but what about you? What have you done? Besides questioning, what else is there?

Other than calling it unscientific, what else can be said?

If Traditional Chinese Medicine is truly unscientific, would countries in Europe, America, Japan, and South Korea place such importance on its development?

Could it be that they are all fools?"

Looking at the indignant Huang Beishan, Zhang Jiwei found himself at a loss for words.

Is he truly unaware?

Can he truly not see?

No, that’s not it.

He sees, but acts as though he doesn’t.

He knows, but chooses to ignore it.

Using the excuse of being a Western medicine doctor, he prioritizes the interests of Western medicine and disregards the facts.

Zhang Jiwei’s silence made it hard for Huang Beishan to continue, and Zhang Jingcai beside him tugged on Huang Beishan’s clothes, signaling him with a shake of the head to stop talking, which made Huang Beishan give up.

However, Huang Beishan didn’t stop; he shifted the topic instead: "I won’t say any more about these things. Dean Zhang, don’t you always pride yourself on being a genius? You’ve just listened for so long, so why not share your thoughts? It wouldn’t do justice to all that Dr. Lu said about the Fire God School’s philosophy of treating illnesses."

Zhang Jiwei initially felt a bit disheartened, but upon hearing this, he immediately flared up: "Fine, I’ll speak. What’s the big deal? You don’t think I’ve listened for so long and not taken in any of it, do you? That would be underestimating me, Zhang Jiwei."

"Then speak!"

Zhang Jiwei snorted, pondered for a while, and then said: "Let’s continue from where Dr. Lu left off with the phrase ’boosting yang isn’t an overnight process,’ by saying that while increasing yang energy, you can also appropriately reduce yin."

"And what does it mean to reduce yin?" Huang Beishan showed interest in Zhang Jiwei. The answer had actually been hinted at in Lu Xuan’s previous words, but it wasn’t something just anyone could comprehend, let alone someone like Zhang Jiwei, who had been exposed only to Western medicine from the start. Understanding the deeper meaning was no simple task.

Seeing Huang Beishan’s smug look, Zhang Jiwei smiled and said, "What else could it mean? Eat less. By eating less, won’t the Yin and Yang naturally balance out?"

Huang Beishan’s eyes widened instantly. This old fellow has something going on!

Zhang Jingcai couldn’t help but take a deep look at Zhang Jiwei.