I Can Hear the Heart's Voice of Traditional Chinese Medicine-Chapter 409 - 169: Lobe Hypoplasia Caused by Insufficient Yang Qi of the Spleen and Kidneys and Qi and Blood Deficiency (Part 3)
Lu Xuan nodded, turned off the lights and computer in the Chinese Medicine Department, and accompanied Wang Youqing downstairs, watching him drive away before returning to the neighborhood.
Back home, seeing Ji Xiuwen studying with the air conditioning on in his room, Lu Xuan did not disturb him but returned to his own room, opened the computer, and began to edit and review the application materials he had almost finished writing.
The acupuncture techniques of Mountain Burning Fire and Heart-piercing Cold sound like two needling methods, with not much one can write about them.
But in reality, there’s so much more that can be written.
Just a description of one needling method in detail can easily be five to six thousand words, or even tens of thousands of words, and you also have to include some classics as evidence, adding even more to the word count.
It’s not only about the operational level; more importantly, it’s about application.
Like what Lu Xuan mentioned to Zhou Jiande last time, it’s just a general direction. If you write from small case studies, it’s not just about tens of thousands of words; with detailed descriptions of the process for a single illness, it requires tens of thousands of words, and writing about several symptoms would easily exceed a hundred thousand words.
So Lu Xuan didn’t use too much ink on that aspect. Those who can serve as judges for the Chinese Scientific Medical Technology Award are all highly accomplished in the field of medicine. There is no need to be overly detailed about some aspects. It’s more important to highlight the breadth of diseases that acupuncture techniques can treat, emphasizing the roles of Mountain Burning Fire and Heart-piercing Cold.
Therefore, Lu Xuan provided relatively many examples.
Even so, after finishing, Lu Xuan found that the word count was still sizable, nearly a hundred thousand words in total.
With such a massive amount of content, proofreading just for typographical errors takes quite some time.
However, Lu Xuan was not in a hurry to check for typos and chose to refine the material comprehensively, striving for precision in wording and phrasing.
There is no choice but to do so as this is an application for the Chinese Scientific Medical Technology Award, not just an ordinary application material. It can’t be written casually; it must be understandable while also elevated to a certain height.
After about an hour of refinement, Ji Xiuwen seemed to have finished reviewing, stood at the door, and said, "Are you busy?"
"Yeah, the application for the Chinese Scientific Medical Technology Award still needs some refining."
"Then you’re busy. I’ll call you to eat when it’s time."
Lu Xuan turned and asked, "Uncle asked if you want to go hiking this afternoon."
"Hiking?"
"Yeah."
"Are you going?"
"Yes."
"Then I’ll go too."
"Where to?"
"Baoguo Temple." 𝕗𝚛𝚎𝚎𝐰𝗲𝗯𝗻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝕞
"OK!"
...
Less than half an hour later, Ji Xiuwen knocked on the door: "Are you coming down to eat?"
"Sure."
Lu Xuan saved the refined draft several times and, not feeling assured, copied it onto both a USB drive and an external hard drive before confidently turning off the computer and getting up to open the door.
The two of them were too lazy to cook, so they headed downstairs to a nearby shop to eat something simple and satisfy their hunger.
On the way back to the neighborhood, Ji Xiuwen suddenly asked, "Lu Xuan, can you cook?"
"I can, why?"
"How about we cook at home? Eating out all the time is expensive and unhealthy, don’t you think?"
"Sounds good to me!"
"Alright, it’s settled then. We’ll do it together next time."
"You can cook too?"
"What, you think I can’t? Don’t underestimate me. I can do everything. When I was little, my parents were not at home and went out to work. After school, I would help my grandparents with the farm work. By the fifth or sixth grade in primary school, I was cooking for myself at home. I’ve done all the chores rural kids do."
Speaking of this, Ji Xiuwen sighed: "But now I’ve gotten lazy. Anyway, my mom always says I’m not as diligent as I was when I was little. I don’t do any work at hand, and it’s like I don’t even have eyes. Of course, I’m not the only one getting scolded; my dad gets it worse. But he’s smart; whenever I get scolded, he quickly picks up a broom and starts sweeping, making me the only victim."
Lu Xuan couldn’t help but laugh.
But it seems like many people grew up this way. Thinking about it now, those were the good old days, carefree, unlike now, with a lot of worries. He’s still better off, with no girlfriend, eating well by himself and the whole family isn’t hungry. He doesn’t have to rush for a house or car, freeing him of those troubles to a large extent.
Plus, his work is getting better, progressing steadily, and life is full of hope.
After the two finished eating, they slept for less than an hour before Wang Youqing came over with his car to pick them up.
"Ji, you’re coming too?"
"I thought you’d be at home reviewing this week’s case studies."
Wang Youqing joked.
Ji Xiuwen laughed and said, "Learning is important, but relaxing is also necessary. A good mood helps achieve more with less effort. Being in a bad mood, no matter how much time you spend reviewing medical cases, isn’t of much use."
"That’s true."
"Come on, get in the car."
The two opened the car door and got in, and Lu Xuan took the front passenger seat. At this point, Wang Youqing asked, "Do you have water?"
"Yes, I brought it."
"As long as you have it."
Wang Youqing said no more and started the car, heading straight for Baoguo Temple.
Baoguo Temple isn’t far from the Health Center in Qiu City, just under a twenty-minute drive. By the time the three reached the foot of Baoguo Temple’s mountain, Cheng Gaowen and his group had already bought the tickets at the entrance.
"Cheng, you guys are early!"
"We came from afar, so we set off early, just right to buy the tickets."
"Alright, I’ll transfer the money to you later."
"No rush, transferring later is fine."
Cheng Gaowen didn’t say there’s no need; they often plan mountain hikes together. From the first outing, they had made it clear that all costs are shared equally, avoiding any trouble.
