I Can Talk to the Internal Organs-Chapter 265 - 232: Even Immortals Cannot Save

"Sorry, you're too late."

Lu Jiu released his hand, looking at the father and son with regret.

The cessation of Gastric Qi means the inability to eat because the Spleen and Stomach are the foundation of acquired constitution; the Spleen rises, and the Stomach descends.

Food can successfully travel from the mouth to the stomach, determined by Gastric Qi.

Many people feel nauseous after eating, which is a sign of obstructed Gastric Qi.

Elderly people close to death can't eat, not because they don't want to, but because their bodies no longer need food.

When the Five Viscera cease to function, Qi and Blood are no longer needed for nourishment, so naturally, the Spleen and Stomach no longer need to digest.

Even with the cessation of Gastric Qi, there's still a way—enema.

Many patients who are already in a clinical coma still have a survival instinct in their Five Viscera and Six Bowels, but they cannot eat consciously, so at such times, an enema is performed to force-feed traditional Chinese medicine into the patient.

Because the lung and the large intestine are externally and internally related, the Chinese medicine absorbed in the rectum can be transported to the lung through the meridians, which then disperses throughout the body by the lung's spreading and descending function, achieving the purpose of treatment.

If this old man only had the cessation of Gastric Qi and no depletion of Kidney Essence, Lu Jiu would adopt this method.

But now the Kidney Essence is completely gone, and the cold pathogen caused by liver cancer blocks the circulation of the Five Viscera; the old man's breath is only out, not in, proving that the heart and lungs can hardly maintain the body's function.

Even if Lu Jiu administers medicine now, the effect of Chinese medicine on the old man's body cannot meet the speed of his deterioration.

Even if this father and son had come half a month earlier, Lu Jiu could have tried, but now, there's truly nothing more one can do.

It's not that Lu Jiu's Medical Skill is poor, but this old man is already devoid of vitality. According to his pulse and the response of his Five Viscera, he probably won't live past seven days.

"What do you mean?" Xie Yuguang felt a thud in his heart.

Lu Jiu said, "Given your father's current condition, I can do nothing more."

Xie Yuguang panicked, "How can you do nothing? Didn't you cure someone with late-stage liver cancer just days ago? If she can be treated, why can't my father?"

Lu Jiu shook his head, "The same disease manifests differently in different people, depending on the duration of the illness and the extent of treatment received. It's not just about the disease name; your father's situation is much more severe."

In his heart, Xie Yuguang knew that his father has had the disease longer and undergone more chemotherapy than that woman.

To say serious, his father is certainly more serious.

But he doesn't want to give up just like that.

He'd made up his mind to seek this out, only to receive a helpless response, which Xie Yuguang couldn't accept.

"Can't your teacher take a look? Can you get him here?" asked Xie Yuguang.

Oh?

Another one who knows the teacher?

But given the situation now, even calling the teacher here would be meaningless.

"It's useless; your father's situation is beyond a doctor's help," Lu Jiu said as gently as he could.

"How do you know without asking?" Xie Yuguang pressed.

"Haven't I made myself clear?" Lu Jiu said.

"Are you unwilling to ask?" Xie Yuguang questioned.

Lu Jiu frowned, starting to feel slightly annoyed.

But before Lu Jiu could speak, An Xianda, overhearing the exchange, quickly inquired, "Is it tricky? Let me examine the pulse."

Speaking, An Xianda came over to Lu Jiu's side, placing his hand on the older man's wrist as well.

Upon contact, An Xianda frowned, and after a minute or two, he switched to the other hand.

After examining the pulse, An Xianda finally understood why Lu Jiu had stated that the patient's situation was beyond a doctor's help.

It was the typical pulse of someone with little time left!

"What's your name?" An Xianda let go of the man's hand.

"Xie Yuguang," he replied.

"Mr. Xie, take your father home while he can still move and see if there's any last wish he may have," said An Xianda.

"You..." Just as Xie Yuguang was about to retort, An Xianda interrupted quickly, "Hey, don't be stubborn here. You know full well, given your father's condition, the hospital surely discharged him. What does that indicate? It means they, too, know that your father is beyond saving."

"Why? Were you too afraid to show displeasure at the hospital, so you come here acting superior?"

"Dr. Lu had subtly implied the situation, and you insisted I say something unlucky, so don't blame others."

"Frankly, as his son, knowing your father is in the last stages of cancer and still delaying coming here, as his condition worsens, you blame the doctors. Did we make your father this way?"

An Xianda's tone wasn't harsh, but his presence was strong.

Evidently, he had some experience dealing with doctor-patient relations.

Other patients who heard his words glanced over.

After hearing that this man's father had cancer and the doctor couldn't help, they felt that Xie Yuguang was going too far.

Everyone knew cancer is incurable, especially late stage.

That traditional Chinese medicine can't cure it is normal; how can you show attitude?

What do you take traditional Chinese medicine for?

A miracle worker?

Xie Yuguang, after being reprimanded by An Xianda, felt particularly frustrated, "How did I delay!? Haven't I seen enough doctors? In the city, the province, I've taken my father to ten-plus hospitals, both Western and Chinese medicine, with any results? No! Not only did the cancer not improve, but it also worsened, and most infuriating, you traditional Chinese medicine practitioners always boast online that this or that incurable disease can be treated. I ran around feeding my father traditional medicines for three or four months, only for cancer cells to multiply and tumors to grow. The hospital even said, if he hadn't taken the medicine, it wouldn't have worsened this fast."

"And you dare lecture me!?"

"Am I deceiving you!?" An Xianda glared.

"Aren't you a practitioner of traditional Chinese medicine?" Xie Yuguang asked coldly.

An Xianda laughed, "So? One Chinese medicine deceived you, so all are criminals? If the news reports a doctor maiming a patient for profit, turning a minor illness into a major one, then all doctors are guilty!?"

Xie Yuguang paused but quickly continued, "Since you can't cure it, stop publicizing recklessly."

Lu Jiu finally spoke, "You're mistaken; if a disease cannot be cured, it's not the doctors' fault, but your own. For every patient that comes here, I frequently say, unless you change your lifestyle, even a miracle-working doctor can only treat symptoms, not the root cause."

"The reason a person falls ill is that the body warns you; without change, you'll suffer. Your father's cancer worsening to this stage is mainly due to himself, not others."

"Any chronic illness, including cancer, accumulates over time due to unstable emotions, poor diet, and chaotic routines. If you understand how to change, there's no need for treatment; one can self-regulate."

"Of course, saying this now has no meaning, but placing all blame on doctors for not curing your illness is obviously unfair."

"Now, enough chatting, other patients need to be seen. Please leave."

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