I Can Talk to the Internal Organs-Chapter 152 - 126: I’m Just an Ordinary TCM Doctor!
"Dr. Song, I think you’re mistaken."
"I know the methods for treating cancer, but knowing and doing are worlds apart. It’s like if you told me how to perform a breast cancer surgery step by step, it doesn’t mean I can do it, right?"
"My understanding of cancer comes from ancient medical texts, which means it’s the ancestors who taught me how to treat these illnesses. However, whether I can treat them well depends on my own skills."
"To be frank, with my current skills, I can only confidently treat early-stage breast cancer. There was a case at my clinic— a patient with advanced breast cancer that had metastasized to the lungs, who had undergone surgery and been given a terminal diagnosis by your hospital. Honestly, all I can do is make her life a bit more comfortable so she can eat and sleep better. I have no confidence in extending her lifespan; it’s purely up to her fate."
"So, Dr. Song, please don’t have high expectations of me. I’m just an ordinary Chinese medicine doctor!"
Lu Jiu had a very clear understanding of himself.
Theoretically, he could speak confidently, but clinical treatment presented enormous challenges.
Treating illnesses with Chinese medicine boils down to just four words.
Strengthen the body, expel the evil!
Simple, isn’t it?
So simple!
But how to strengthen the body, how to expel the evil?
As Lu Jiu mentioned, treating illness in Chinese medicine is about changing the patient’s internal environment. But how to change it, where to start, and whether other organs will be affected during the change, and how the patient’s body responds to acupuncture and medication, etc.
Breaking it down, every step is extremely difficult.
"I was presumptuous, sorry!" Song Zhao realized his previous words might have put Lu Jiu in a tough spot.
"It’s alright, Dr. Hu. I think we’re done for today; it seems we’ve eaten enough." Lu Jiu said.
"Alright, Dr. Lu, we’ve gotten to know each other. I kept you talking for so long today, delaying your rest. If you ever need help, feel free to ask. Although I’m just a deputy director, I have quite a wide network." Hu Yaoyuan laughed.
"Thank you." Lu Jiu replied.
The three of them left the restaurant, and Hu Yaoyuan drove Lu Jiu home.
After Lu Jiu left, in the car, Hu Yaoyuan and Song Zhao talked about what was said during dinner.
"Old Song, how much of what Dr. Lu said do you think is true?"
Song Zhao shook his head, "I don’t know, but I think he wasn’t entirely truthful at the end."
Hu Yaoyuan was puzzled, "What do you mean? Do you think he can cure cancer?"
Song Zhao nodded, "Even if he can’t completely cure it, he can definitely control it, at least that’s what I believe. When we talked about cancer, you and I both had obvious helplessness on our faces because we know it’s untreatable within our understanding, but he’s different."
"From start to finish, he was very relaxed, very casual, even when talking about cancer treatment. He spoke with such confidence that it’s impossible unless he has clear knowledge about these diseases."
"Of course, I might be mistaken, but when I suggested bringing in cancer patients, his modest attitude only reinforced my belief that he definitely has the ability."
Hu Yaoyuan widened his eyes, "Did you ask on purpose?"
Song Zhao nodded, "With Xu Yuanyuan’s report right there, I just can’t believe he has no way at all."
Hu Yaoyuan found Song Zhao’s analysis reasonable.
Lu Jiu’s confidence and composure in discussing cancer stood in stark contrast to their own understanding of the disease.
Either Lu Jiu was completely lying, or...
"But why would he hide it? If news got out that he could cure cancer, it would spread across Jianghan, no, it would spread throughout Beihu. Then, he’d achieve both fame and wealth!" Hu Yaoyuan began to fantasize about that scenario, "If I had this skill, pardon my bluntness, I’d go directly to the hospital, cure patients right there, and slap the hospital’s face, wouldn’t that be satisfying!"
Song Zhao shook his head, "You’re overthinking it. Even if he cured it, the news wouldn’t reach beyond Jianghan, let alone Beihu. Did you forget what he just said about Jinling Western Hospital?"
"I don’t understand Chinese medicine, and I don’t accept it, but if there’s such an effective, quick, and cheap treatment, it definitely can’t be widely spread."
"I studied abroad in Fusang years ago. It’s the information age now, yet they still have phone booths. Do you know why? Because the entrenched interests try desperately to suppress new industries to protect their own interests. This is an eternal truth."
"Even if Lu Jiu is genuine, he has to be fake; it’s required to be fake."
Hearing this, Hu Yaoyuan looked ahead, the city lights were bright and inviting, yet they felt strangely cold.
...
Early the next morning, just like any other day, Lu Jiu.
Eight Vajra Skills → breakfast → clinic.
This routine lifestyle didn’t bore Lu Jiu; in fact, he particularly enjoyed it.
Every day, he got up to exercise, then went to the clinic to see patients. After work, he learned a bit from the old man, went home, and slept soundly.
Emphasizing fulfillment.
But early in the morning, as Lu Jiu was consulting patients, he received a call from his uncle, Lu Feng.
"Uncle," Lu Jiu said.
"Looks like you need to make a trip to People’s Hospital." Lu Feng said.
"What’s up?" Lu Jiu asked.
"That Director Fang, who studies sugar, hit a bottleneck and wants your help." Lu Feng said.
"Now?" Lu Jiu frowned.
"No need. I told him you have to see patients during the day. He said they can wait for you in the evening." Lu Feng said.
Lu Jiu’s expression relaxed a bit, "What problem are they facing?"
Lu Feng chuckled helplessly, "How would I know? You’ll understand when you see for yourself. In the evening, just go to their Endocrinology Department and find a director named Fang Qian. Someone will be there waiting for you."
Lu Jiu nodded, "Got it, Uncle."
Lu Feng added, "That’s it then. Oh, almost forgot, Master Huang Fusheng and his team will be coming to Jianghan next week. Remember to prepare."
Are they coming already?
Lu Jiu didn’t realize how fast time flew by, and that Huang was about to visit Jianghan.
He wondered if, when the day came, he could actually discuss with him in person.
After a moment’s thought, Lu Jiu hung up the phone and continued his patient consultations.
[Patient Yu Chuanqing, blood deficiency recovery progress at 12%, symptomatic recovery progress exceeds 10%, activate normal reward, receive?]
[Patient Yao Yingying, liver stagnation recovery progress at 11%, symptomatic recovery progress exceeds 10%, activate normal reward, receive?]
...
[Patient Luo Anzhi, edema recovery progress at 54%, symptomatic recovery progress exceeds 50%, activate skill reward, receive?]
[Receive.]
[Skill Acquired: Basic TCM Diagnosis!]
[Skill Acquired: Basic TCM Diagnosis!]
...
[Skill Acquired: Official Needle Twenty-Six Stabs - Qi Stab]
Now, Lu Jiu received an average of over ten normal rewards daily, most of which were for Basic TCM Diagnosis and Basic Acupuncture. As for skills, he gained one or two per day, mostly acupuncture skills.
Lu Jiu had already learned ten Official Needle techniques, and with today’s Qi Stab, he had mastered eleven. This rate was like riding a rocket.
Of course, with the improvement in acupuncture, Lu Jiu’s treatment became faster and more effective, leading many patients to secretly call him Master Lu One-Needle, meaning find Lu Jiu when you’re sick, one needle and you’re cured.
This nickname was indeed a bit exaggerated, but with others talking about it, Lu Jiu could only helplessly accept.
Before long, the day went by. After work, Lu Jiu went home for dinner, asked his mom to take Xiao Tu for a walk, and headed towards People’s Hospital...
