I Can Talk to the Internal Organs-Chapter 154 - 128: Another Heart Disease Patient?

There’s actually a surprise gain?

Fang Qian was ecstatic!

If sugar has so many effects, then the significance of this research project becomes even more extraordinary!

"Dr. Lu, why didn’t you say so earlier!!" Fang Qian said through gritted teeth.

"Uh... I think this is my first time here." Lu Jiu scratched his head.

"..." Fang Qian was silenced by his own actions.

Indeed, the two of them had never communicated before, so "earlier" doesn’t really apply here.

"Ahem, then we need to expand the scope of our study a bit. We can’t just limit it to diabetic foot, but that means everyone’s workload will increase," Fang Qian said apologetically.

"Director, it’s alright," Wen Cheng said.

"Heh, one research project is still research, two is still research. The bigger it is, the greater the sense of accomplishment when the results come out, right, Director?" Tong Fei laughed.

"...Whatever," Jing Li said.

"Alright, then we need to draft a new experimental plan," Fang Qian looked at Lu Jiu, "Dr. Lu, your task remains unchanged, hahaha, we originally didn’t want to trouble you, but to perfectly explain the effects of sugar, only you can handle it."

Lu Jiu laughed, "I think it might be better to add Director Fang’s understanding. Since it’s a combination of Chinese and Western medicine, we should put both our understandings of sugar in it, so those who understand Western medicine can also read it, and those who understand traditional Chinese medicine can too. Wouldn’t that be better?"

Fang Qian was taken aback, then he chuckled bitterly, "But my understanding isn’t perfect. If it’s written down..."

Lu Jiu laughed, "Director Fang, you’re being too modest. Western medicine is conducted in a developmental trend. As long as your current understanding is correct, that’s enough. Besides, my understanding isn’t necessarily right either. Ancient medical texts are for people like us who study traditional Chinese medicine, but how much you can learn from them varies from person to person. So, my understanding of sugar is actually fragmented; we’re all on a par, no one is better than the other. If I don’t feel embarrassed, and you don’t dare to lift a pen, then I definitely wouldn’t dare to write either."

As for Western medicine, Lu Jiu’s usual attitude is to critique what needs critiquing and acknowledge what deserves acknowledgment!

Things like purification and chemotherapy, Lu Jiu doesn’t agree with, but he does agree with concepts such as high osmotic pressure and reverse concentration gradients Fang Qian mentioned.

Everyone is expressing the same phenomenon in their own ways; there’s no right or wrong. Only fools would entirely negate something.

Upon hearing Lu Jiu’s words, Fang Qian smiled, "Alright, I’ll give it a try."

"Dr. Lu, have you eaten? Would you like to join us for some takeout? While health can’t be guaranteed, deliciousness certainly can be. Occasionally being unhealthy shouldn’t be a problem for traditional Chinese medicine practitioners, right? Hahaha."

Lu Jiu laughed, "Occasionally it’s fine, but I’ve already eaten. Eating more would not be good for the Spleen and Stomach. Since there’s nothing more I need to do, I’ll head back first. Director Fang, if you have any more questions, feel free to call me anytime. My number is 177****7664."

Fang Qian smiled, "Alright then, it’s getting late anyway. Dr. Lu, let me walk you out."

Lu Jiu waved his hand repeatedly, "No need, no need. It’s just an elevator ride."

Fang Qian smiled, "Then let me at least walk you to the elevator, alright."

Seeing no way to refuse, Lu Jiu had no choice but to agree.

Soon after, Lu Jiu and Fang Qian walked out of the office together.

The brightly lit corridor still had quite a few family members going in and out of the wards.

Having not been to the hospital in a while, Lu Jiu felt a bit of unfamiliarity with the place.

"Dr. Lu, are you a hereditary practitioner of Chinese medicine?" Fang Qian asked as they walked.

"I also attended a medical university," Lu Jiu said.

"Oh? You also did advanced studies at an academy? Which school?" Fang Qian asked curiously.

"Jinling University of Chinese Medicine," Lu Jiu replied.

"Wow, that’s a prestigious school. No wonder you’re so impressive at such a young age. But Dr. Lu, why did you return to Jianghan? With your level, getting a master’s degree and becoming an attending physician by 31 or 32 shouldn’t be a problem. You might even become the youngest chief physician," Fang Qian said.

"It’s because the competition in big cities is too fierce, and I couldn’t adapt, so I came back." Lu Jiu laughed.

You can’t outcompete them with your level?

Fang Qian didn’t quite believe Lu Jiu’s words.

But personal choices can’t be forced.

However, Fang Qian quite admired Lu Jiu’s nature of not wanting to climb up.

He used to be the same, but life’s never just about oneself.

"It’s also good to be in a small city, open a clinic, and live freely. I plan to work for a few more years and then apply for retirement, then open a clinic in the city," Fang Qian said.

"Director Fang, have you decided?" Lu Jiu asked.

"Yes, I’m getting old, my energy can’t keep up, and it’s time to make room for the younger generation," Fang Qian chuckled.

Ding!

The elevator arrived.

Lu Jiu said, "Director Fang, I’m leaving now."

Fang Qian nodded, "Be safe on the way."

Lu Jiu nodded slightly, and the elevator doors closed, quickly descending.

Lu Jiu checked the time, 8:15.

Doctors really have it tough!

Not only are they still busy at this hour, but they don’t even have time for dinner.

And this is almost a common occurrence for medical personnel.

Eating and resting at a fixed schedule can only be a luxury for them. 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝒆𝒘𝙚𝓫𝙣𝙤𝒗𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

They’ve chosen this line of work, so their work schedule is destined to be different from regular jobs.

But compared to the wages they receive, the labor and income are not proportional.

Many people say medical personnel earn a lot, talking about profiting from medicine, or pharmaceutical reps sending money etc.

Sorry, you have to have the power to decide which medicine to use to get a chance to earn that part of the money.

In other words, you have to rise to a certain level to be able to use your position to make money.

Ordinary medical personnel shouldn’t even think about it; they’re all just workers being exploited.

In some departments, a director might share some income with others in the department, but many don’t.

Lu Jiu had heard Lu Feng say that more than ten years ago, a logistics director at the People’s Hospital even bought two houses in Shangjing.

The profits in logistics are indeed large, but to buy two houses in a place as expensive as Shangjing is a bit exaggerated.

As for where the money came from, it’s hard to say.

Anyway, Lu Jiu’s uncle said many people knew about it, but no one investigated it.

After going downstairs, Lu Jiu left the hospital.

The night wind was a bit chilly, but not cold.

This winter indeed seems to be, as the old folks say, neither cold nor warm.

Sometimes it suddenly drops to eight or nine degrees, then rises to around twenty degrees in a couple of days.

This has people constantly switching between autumn and winter clothing.

Such abnormal weather has indeed led to many illnesses.

Bee-boop bee-boop~~~

As Lu Jiu reached the gate of the People’s Hospital, an ambulance rushed in, and the gatekeeper immediately raised the barrier to let it through.

Soon, the ambulance reached the hospital building. A doctor jumped out, the back door of the ambulance was opened, and doctors and nurses quickly carried a stretcher out of the car. Once the stretcher was adjusted for movement, the doctor jumped onto it, knelt down, and began rhythmically pressing on the patient’s chest with both hands.

The others pulled the stretcher and desperately ran towards the hospital building...

Watching this scene, Lu Jiu couldn’t help but wonder.

Another heart attack patient...