I Can Talk to the Internal Organs-Chapter 110 - 89: There Are Huang Niu at the Small Clinic?

Jianghan Hospital of Traditional Chinese Medicine.

Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine.

"Xiao Tang, I heard you graduated from Shangjing University of Chinese Medicine?" Ji Yuanning looked at the rather shy young man in front of him, sizing him up.

The formation of this Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine, apart from the three rehired senior practitioners, included two young individuals stepping in: one was a graduate from Shangjing University of Chinese Medicine, the other was a self-taught practitioner with no formal education.

Compared to the self-taught practitioner, Ji Yuanning preferred Tang Yi, the graduate from Shangjing University of Chinese Medicine. It wasn’t due to educational discrimination, but because Tang Yi didn’t have that innate arrogance. On the contrary, the self-taught practitioner hadn’t bothered to look anyone in the eye since joining the hospital.

"Haha, yes." Tang Yi scratched the back of his head.

"Why didn’t you pursue postgraduate studies and stay in Shangjing?" Ji Yuanning asked.

"There’s some family debt to pay off, so I want to start working first and pursue further studies when I have the time." Tang Yi replied.

"You’re from Jianghan?" Ji Yuanning asked.

"Yeah." Tang Yi answered.

"Work hard, and in about a year or so, I’ll find a way to get the director to secure you a position." Ji Yuanning smiled.

"Thank you, Director." Tang Yi smiled back.

Ji Yuanning patted Tang Yi on the shoulder, "Go get busy."

"Okay." Tang Yi then left the director’s office and returned to the physician’s office of the department.

The physician’s office in the Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine wasn’t big, with only six workstations. The three rehired senior practitioners didn’t need to be on site unless it was time to work in the outpatient clinic.

So in the entire office, there was only Tang Yi and the other self-taught practitioner, Li Wei.

Li Wei was a few years older than Tang Yi and was currently in the office scrolling on his phone.

"Tch, what nonsense."

"How can such charlatans become popular? It’s outrageous."

"The medical principles aren’t clearly explained at all, and it’s all Western medicine jargon used to explain Chinese medicine. The arguments are utterly baseless, yet there are still people sucking up in the comments."

"..."

As Li Wei was looking at his phone, he kept muttering to himself. Tang Yi heard but didn’t respond; he wasn’t someone who naturally chatted up others. After passing by Li Wei’s workstation, he sat in his own spot and started getting familiar with the hospital’s prescription system.

Generally speaking, doctors like him who hadn’t yet obtained a medical license couldn’t see patients independently, as they didn’t have the authority to prescribe medicine legally.

But they could write prescriptions and have them signed by the director, making it legal.

"Hey, have you come across that TCM practitioner named Lu in Jianghan City recently?"

Perhaps noticing Tang Yi’s silence, Li Wei directly asked.

Tang Yi smiled, "I don’t really play around with that stuff, so I’m not familiar."

However, Li Wei showed no boundaries and leaned in, placing his phone in front of Tang Yi, where a video of Lu Jiu explaining health knowledge was playing.

[The heart is one of our body’s most important sources of power; it is like a flame. If its temperature drops, many illnesses will arise. Therefore, we need to exercise regularly; moderate exercise can strengthen our heart and lungs, helping us to get sick less often or not at all.]

"Heh, clearly it’s a deficiency of Heart Yang causing myriad ailments, yet he simplistically describes Heart Yang as temperature, which is utterly laughable." Li Wei’s words dripped with disdain.

"Uh... I actually think his explanation is pretty good. At least those who don’t understand Chinese medicine can grasp it. That’s a win, right? We can’t expect them to understand the Inner Canon of the Yellow Emperor or the Treatise on Cold Pathogenic and Warm Pathogenic Diseases, can we?" Tang Yi chuckled.

Upon hearing this, Li Wei put away his phone, a flash of contempt crossing his eyes momentarily, "Haha, if Chinese medicine were that easy to understand, it wouldn’t be in its current state."

After speaking, Li Wei returned to his seat and continued watching videos.

Tang Yi couldn’t help but shake his head and sigh at the sight.

What can I say?

Li Wei gave him the impression of someone who took Chinese medicine extremely seriously, who wouldn’t let others talk nonsense; any slight misstep drew his stringent critique.

Tang Yi learned from Ji Yuanning that Li Wei had passed the Chinese medicine specialty exam but didn’t have the qualifications to open a clinic, leading to his recruitment by the Traditional Chinese Medicine Hospital.

Honestly, Tang Yi wasn’t sure about the difficulty of the Chinese medicine specialty exam, but he knew the capabilities of self-taught Chinese medicine practitioners.

After all, even though he’d only studied for five years at university, those practitioners had been learning since childhood. With comparable intelligence levels, what mattered most was the amount of time spent learning.

The TCM practitioner in the video was unknown to Tang Yi, but he felt that anyone who could publicly lecture on Chinese medicine likely had a solid foundation, because if you don’t have a structured framework in your mind, it’s difficult to explain Chinese medicine in a way that ordinary people can understand.

Today was his first day at work, and many aspects of the Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine hadn’t been properly set up yet. The clinic hours had just been scheduled, and with no patients in the ward, they didn’t need to do any rounds today. After a few minutes of boredom, Tang Yi downloaded a short video app and started browsing videos in the local section. Sure enough, after scrolling through seven or eight videos, Tang Yi saw a video of Lu Jiu sitting among people and offering consultations.

[... At night, the spirits in our minds must return to the heart to rejuvenate in the heart blood. You can imagine it as a little person who, after a day’s work, soaks in the bathroom at night to relieve fatigue from the entire day...]

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[As for me, whether they believe me or not is beyond my control. But as long as someone is willing to listen, I’m willing to talk. So what? Are you going to control not only what I say but also who the public chooses to listen to!?]