I Can Talk to the Internal Organs-Chapter 106 - 85: Breast Cancer (Part 2)

By the end, even Chen Muyao lost her confidence.

She knew how terrifying cancer was, but... does it mean it shouldn’t be treated?

She really didn’t want to give up.

With tears in her eyes, Chen Muyao bit her lip, trying not to cry.

Lu Jiu looked at Chen Muyao’s expression, and suddenly his heart shook.

Have I also been scared by the name of the disease!?

Lu Jiu realized abruptly that his thinking was flawed.

When a patient said they had cancer, his first reaction was I can’t help, I can’t cure it, you should find someone else.

Admittedly, this was a rational assessment of his abilities, but is it truly rational to give up without trying?

What is breast cancer?

Have I seen it before?

Have I checked the pulse of such patients?

Have I witnessed how the Five Viscera and six organs of theirs are damaged?

Do I know their state of life after falling ill?

No, I don’t!!

Then on what basis do you call it a rational judgment?

Everything you know about such patients was instilled by others, from the beginning to end, you’ve never seen it with your own eyes. Is this judgment truly rational?

At this moment, Lu Jiu broke free from his obsession with disease names!

He found that he had explained traditional Chinese medicine using the language of Western medicine so many times that he unconsciously became limited by disease names.

Fortunately, it was this sister’s persistence that enlightened Lu Jiu, otherwise, he might still be trapped in that mindset.

With clarity in his thoughts, Lu Jiu smiled again, this time, with newfound confidence in his eyes.

Cancer?

No matter what kind, first strategically underestimate it.

Fearlessness is half the battle won.

"Alright, I’ll give it a try, but let me make it clear first, I’ll do my utmost to treat you, but the outcome may not be ideal, or even have no effect at all. I hope you’re mentally prepared; of course, just because I can’t cure it, doesn’t mean other doctors can’t. As long as you don’t give up, there is hope." Lu Jiu said.

Chen Muyao, seeing the change in Lu Jiu’s tone, instantly showed a joyous expression on her surprised face, "Yes, yes."

Lu Jiu took a deep breath and looked at the worried-faced aunt, "Auntie, let me have your hand."

The aunt extended her withered arm in front of Lu Jiu, and he felt her pulse.

The next moment, the sound of chaotic Five Viscera echoed into Lu Jiu’s mind.

"Fei Jin, can you still hold on?" Spleen Earth asked.

"...Stop shouting, just help." Fei Jin replied.

"Okay, I’ll try to have the stomach release some qi to encourage her to eat." Spleen Earth said.

"Hydronephrosis, bring up some more life essence." Heart Fire said.

"More? It’s not enough already..." Hydronephrosis said.

"When I tell you to do it, you do it, why talk so much? If we don’t help Fei Jin drive out this dampness evil, none of us will survive!" Heart Fire said.

"Alas...can’t we think of other ways? Always making me overdraw; when the dampness evil is gone, I might be gone first." Hydronephrosis said.

"What can we do, we can only confront it head-on, initially we could suppress it, now that it’s rampaging, it’s even trickier; one mistake, Fei Jin gets completely overrun, and we..." Liver Wood couldn’t finish.

"Don’t panic, there will be a way, definitely, we can survive!" Spleen Earth said.

"...They’re too fast, really too fast, I might not hold on much longer..." Fei Jin said weakly.

"No, we can’t give up!! Boohoo, we must hold on, I don’t want to die!" Spleen Earth cried, "We’ve lived together for decades, although Liver Wood often gets angry, Hydronephrosis is like a miser, and Fei Jin doesn’t like to talk, and Heart Fire always threatens, but I’m used to having you all, don’t give up, alright?"

"Cry, cry, you only know how to cry, who said give up? Cry again, and none of us will survive!" Heart Fire said.

"..."

The Five Viscera are trying their hardest to save themselves, but judging by their condition, it’s apparent they can’t last long.

This is not unusual.

Cancer cells themselves are neither viruses nor bacteria; they are mutated cells of our bodies, with the characteristic of infinite proliferation.

Because the viewpoint of Western medicine is that not everyone’s body contains cancer cells, but every normal cell has the potential to mutate into cancer cells, meaning that healthy cells in our body are potentially hiding cancerous genes.

By this logic, it’s like saying each of us has coexisted with cancer cells since birth.

But the contradiction is, since Western medicine believes cancer cells originate from mutated normal cells, then why, in treating such diseases, do they use surgical removal?

Can a surgical knife thoroughly cut out all cells?

Or do they think after partially removing cancer cells, the remaining ones can be handled through radiotherapy or chemotherapy?

However, clinical evidence proves that the treatment speed of radiotherapy and chemotherapy cannot catch up with the proliferation speed of cancer cells, and such treatments also kill normal cells, adding insult to injury for patients already vitality-drained from surgery.

When a patient feels cold in their hands and feet, looks pale, and even loses all their hair, can this really save a person’s life?

The temperature in our palms is regulated by the heart, the soles by the small intestine; cold extremities indicate lack of Heart Yang, and the small intestine doesn’t receive energy from Heart Fire; as for hair? Hair is the surplus of blood; complete hair loss indicates your body doesn’t have extra blood to supply the hair follicles.

After such treatment, if one can recover, that would be miraculous!

Currently, this aunt is in such a state, cold palms, sparse hair, pale and sallow complexion, body thin, spirit exhausted, akin to a dead old tree, leaning crookedly there.

Clearly, it’s just breast cancer, but now it’s spread to the lungs; without a doubt, Western medicine’s treatment was certainly successful.

Because the breast cancer indeed is gone, but the patient eventually dies from lung cancer.

"Auntie, what’s your surname?"

The aunt lifted her eyes, "Sun."

Lu Jiu smiled, "Aunt Sun, you must be very aware of your illness, right?"

The aunt drooped her eyelids, staying silent.

Lu Jiu said, "Did the doctors tell you how much longer you have to live?"

The aunt heard this, sadness deepening in her eyes, "A year."

Lu Jiu said, "A year... I think this number is wrong."

The aunt raised an eyebrow, looking at Lu Jiu, puzzled.

Lu Jiu said, "If you continue being so despondent, always worrying, unable to sleep or eat, then in less than half a year, you might not make it."

The aunt’s eyes opened slightly, "You..."

Every previous doctor had told her what to do to live longer; no one had ever said she would die faster.

Chen Muyao stood by, anxiously, hearing Lu Jiu say such things.

She feared her mother might get so scared by these words that something could happen, then...

Lu Jiu said, "Do you think I’m exaggerating?"

"Then let me tell you two stories; the first story is about a man who felt discomfort in his chest, went for a check-up, and was diagnosed with advanced liver cancer; upon hearing this, he panicked, couldn’t sleep, lost his appetite, suffered insomnia for days, and in less than four days, a large patch of his hair turned white. He didn’t go to the hospital because he believed advanced liver cancer couldn’t be cured there, going would just waste money."

"So he started preparing for his death, transferred all his assets to his family, and soon after, he passed away; from the time he got the report until his death, it was less than a month. But a week after he died, the hospital called, and his family found out the report was mixed up, he had taken someone else’s report, he had no illness, but was scared to death."

"The second story is about a couple, around your age, both diagnosed with lung cancer at the hospital; knowing cancer is terminal, they didn’t plan to treat it, nor did they want tubes all over at the hospital, so they sold their house for ten thousand dollars and traveled abroad, planning to do all the things they never had time for in their last days."

"As a result, when the doctor’s predicted six months passed, they were still alive, and even after spending all their money over two years, cancer didn’t take them. So, they returned to the country, went back to the same hospital, and guess what, the check-up showed their lung cancer was gone, all cancer cells disappeared mysteriously. But the couple cried, because though the disease was gone, so was their money..."

Ha!

The aunt suddenly grinned.

The patients waiting in line at the clinic, upon hearing this story, also broke into laughter.

The saddest thing in life is dying without spending your money, but even sadder is being alive with no money left.