I Can Talk to the Internal Organs-Chapter 130 - 105: Sebaceous Cyst

"Dean Huang, I would like to start a research project."

Fang Qian came to the deputy dean’s office, looking at Huang Qianqi with an excited expression.

"What kind of project gets you this excited?" Huang Qianqi asked, holding a teacup and chuckling. 𝘧𝓇𝑒𝑒𝑤ℯ𝑏𝓃𝘰𝑣ℯ𝘭.𝘤ℴ𝘮

Fang Qian said, "Research on the effects and mechanisms of sugar on the healing of diabetic foot wounds."

Sugar?

Diabetic foot?

Is there any connection between the two?

Huang Qianqi placed the teacup on the desk, "What made you think about doing this project?"

Fang Qian said, "I have a patient who went to a traditional Chinese medicine practitioner. They used sugar for foot soaking, which can draw out pus and blood without causing infection. I searched domestic and international literature but found no related records. I believe this is an unexplored medical research field. So, Dean Huang, once our research project is successful, we can apply for various awards and support funds and even promote this nationwide."

Fang Qian was particularly excited by the end.

This was a decision he made after a night of thorough consideration.

He not only reviewed literature but also observed Bai Chuan’s wound healing and infection status. After confirming the possibility of research, he went directly to Huang Qianqi’s office early in the morning, eager to share his thoughts with him.

"Traditional Chinese medicine?" Huang Qianqi asked with some doubt.

"Yes, I was skeptical about using sugar for foot soaks at first, but after watching the whole process and checking the patient’s infection status over the past two days, there is indeed a visible effect. That traditional Chinese medicine practitioner is very skilled," Fang Qian said.

"Where is this practitioner from, the provincial capital?" Huang Qianqi asked.

"From the city, right here on Garden Street, with the surname Lu," Fang Qian said.

"Lu... Lu!? Lu Jiu?" Huang Qianqi suddenly exclaimed.

"You know him?" Fang Qian asked in surprise.

"I don’t know him personally, but I know his relative, Lu Feng, the Deputy Director of the Health Committee. We’ve had meals together and he mentioned his nephew, this Lu Jiu, during a gathering recently," Huang Qianqi said.

"Having a connection makes it even better, easier for us to reach out," Fang Qian said with a smile.

"Are you sure sugar can be effective for diabetic foot?" Huang Qianqi asked.

"I’m not certain, but if there is one successful case, then the project has research value. Plus, we can ask Lu Jiu for help. Although he’s not within our system, if this can be promoted nationwide, it can help more diabetic patients. I believe he, as a doctor, would not refuse," Fang Qian said.

"Alright, go ahead with your work, I’ll consider it, should not be a big issue," Huang Qianqi said.

"Great." Fang Qian said.

After saying that, Fang Qian turned around and left the office.

After seeing Fang Qian leave, Huang Qianqi took out his phone and dialed Lu Feng’s number.

...

At Lu’s Clinic.

After three days of treatment, the wound on Bai Chuan’s foot had started to show very obvious signs of closing up. Not only was new granulation tissue beginning to close, but even the pus and blood were almost no longer forming.

This made the father and daughter exceptionally happy. They almost cried on the spot during their follow-up visit to Lu Jiu.

Lu Jiu couldn’t bear such scenes, so he quickly prescribed more than a week’s worth of medication for Bai Chuan and let them leave.

Just as they left, a group of people came outside the clinic to disturb Lu Jiu’s medical practice, but it wasn’t to cause trouble; they came to present a banner.

The scene was quite lively, with drummers and trumpeters. If not for the city’s ban on firecrackers, they might have already started setting them off at the entrance.

Lu Jiu recognized the person giving the banner. He suffered from vertigo, feeling dizzy for no reason, sometimes accompanied by blackouts. Despite visiting numerous hospitals for several years, they couldn’t even find the cause of the problem. By chance, he ended up at Lu Jiu’s, and after three doses of medicine, Lu Jiu managed to cure him.

At the time, he promised to present a banner to Lu Jiu and a few days later, he really came to fulfill that promise.

The commotion in front of the clinic naturally attracted a crowd of onlookers.

On the street, pedestrians, people on electric scooters, and those in cars rolled down their windows to watch; Lu Jiu’s clinic suddenly became the focus of everyone’s attention.

Lu Jiu loved this kind of honor, always believing that a banner was more precious than money or any position.

This was the patients’ recognition of his medical skill, with no other elements mixed in.

Pure, genuine!

But the commotion was indeed a bit too much.

Lu Jiu found himself extremely embarrassed.

Especially as the uncle seriously carried the banner with both hands into the clinic, Lu Jiu thought he looked like an accomplice.

Fortunately, the whole process didn’t last long. After the uncle expressed his gratitude and handed over the banner to Lu Jiu, he no longer disturbed Lu Jiu’s consultations, and a shout quickly dispersed the drum and trumpet band.

The patients present also noticed Lu Jiu’s unease, and the happy yet awkward expression he had when receiving the banner, which led everyone to tease him incessantly.

Some even said that with Lu Jiu’s medical skills, it’s likely that he would receive banners every day in the future and would gradually get used to it.

Lu Jiu just smiled, not letting this little episode affect the rhythm of his clinic hours.

Before he knew it, it was the end of his workday.

After seeing his last patient, Lu Jiu closed Lu’s Clinic, went home for dinner, and then headed directly to visit the old man.

Ever since deciding to study The Book of Changes with the old man, Lu Jiu has been coming to the old man’s place like clockwork every evening.

The old man didn’t hold back either, saying whatever he wanted to say, teaching everything he knew.

If Lu Jiu didn’t understand on the first explanation, he would explain it a second time, and if that didn’t work, then a third time, until Lu Jiu understood.

The two to three hours after dinner actually brought back memories of the late-night self-study sessions of high school for Lu Jiu.

After studying, it would be after nine when Lu Jiu returned home.

Liu Mei no longer mentioned to Lu Jiu about the hospital or employment, topics she used to talk about constantly.

That’s because she had secretly gone to observe outside the clinic several times.

Seeing Lu’s Clinic filled to capacity every day, Liu Mei felt both gratified and somewhat regretful.

On one hand, the persistence of Lu Jiu was paying off, making her happy as a mother, but on the other hand, she couldn’t help but feel that Lu Jiu could have had better prospects.

But after thinking it over many times, as long as Lu Jiu is happy and his life isn’t negatively affected, what’s the point of demanding more?

Because of this, Liu Mei let go of her obsession and stopped nagging Lu Jiu, and the agreement about the twenty thousand was no longer important.

She initially set this figure to make things difficult for Lu Jiu, but with his current state of business, fulfilling it was just a matter of time.

"Heading to the Daoist again?" Liu Mei asked.

"Yes, he’s very skilled." Lu Jiu replied with a smile.

"Don’t go empty-handed every time. Your aunt just brought some vegetables over from the village; take some to the old man tomorrow. They’re all grown by your uncle, so it’s safe to eat." Liu Mei said.

"Sure," Lu Jiu replied.

"By the way, your Uncle Fang called earlier, asking for a favor. He has a friend with something called sebum cyst or something, a hard lump on his nostril that keeps recurring even after three surgeries. They’re wondering if you can take a look." Liu Mei said.

"Sebaceous cyst?" Lu Jiu asked.

"Yes, that’s the one," Liu Mei confirmed.

"I’ll have to try to know," Lu Jiu said.

"If it doesn’t work out, it’s fine; nobody is expecting it to be cured anyway. You’re so busy every day, you hardly have time to focus on individual cases like this." Liu Mei said.

"No problem, just have Uncle Fang bring his friend over to the house. Uncle Fang has helped us a lot in the past; think of it as returning the favor," Lu Jiu said with a smile.

"Then, should I call him back?" Liu Mei asked, with a hint of hesitation.

"Go ahead," Lu Jiu replied.

Upon hearing this, Liu Mei immediately dialed Fang Xuanqi’s number. After a couple of exchanges, she found out that Fang Xuanqi was nearby, having a post-dinner walk with his friend. Once he heard Lu Jiu had agreed, he said they could come over right away.

A few minutes later, there was a knock on the door at Lu Jiu’s house.

Lu Jiu went to open the door, revealing Fang Xuanqi and his friend.

"Xiao Lu, sorry to bother you so late," Fang Xuanqi said with a smile.

"No need for formalities, Uncle Fang, come in and have a seat," Lu Jiu replied with a smile.

"Then I won’t stand on ceremony. Here, let me introduce you to my friend, Director Wang of the Gastroenterology Department at People’s Hospital," Fang Xuanqi said as he entered and introduced his friend to Lu Jiu.

The Wang Director mentioned by Fang Xuanqi was a chubby man, about 1.7 meters tall. Though his face wasn’t heavily fleshed, there was a noticeable small lump on his nose, which didn’t do much to mar his otherwise ordinary appearance.

"Ahahaha, Deputy Director, Deputy Director," Wang Kun said modestly, clasping his hands together.

Lu Jiu nodded and smiled in acknowledgment, then invited Fang Xuanqi and Wang Kun to sit on the sofa. Meanwhile, Liu Mei prepared two cups of tea for them.

After some small talk, Lu Jiu finally asked, "Uncle Fang, what brought you to seek me out so suddenly?"

Fang Xuanqi chuckled, "Well, it all started with our Director Wang here. We’ve always had a good friendship, often meeting for meals, and such occasions lead to casual chatting. Since we’re both in the medical field, the conversation often revolves around that. During one of those chats, he mentioned an interesting incident: one of their patients with gallstones was diagnosed by a traditional Chinese medicine practitioner through pulse reading. Out of curiosity, I asked more about it, and Director Wang said the practitioner was a local from Jianghan. He even showed me a video, saying this practitioner is quite famous. I took a look and thought, ’Hey, isn’t that you?’"

"Can you believe it, he wouldn’t admit he knew you until I showed him our photo together at the train station when you were going to college. Only then did he believe, and said he had tried to see you before but couldn’t get an appointment. Hearing this, I called Sister Liu, and that’s how it happened."

Wang Kun explained, "Mainly because I really didn’t have the time to queue up. I was about to give up when I found out that Old Fang is an old acquaintance of yours, Dr. Lu."

Lu Jiu could understand; working at a hospital is indeed very demanding.

"Alright, let me give it a shot."