I Can Talk to the Internal Organs-Chapter 64 - 57: Can It Be Cured in One Month?

"Old man, you’re talking about the Five Elements and Six Qi, right."

Anyone who studies Traditional Chinese Medicine would know about the Five Elements and Six Qi, but knowing is one thing, and being able to use it is another.

The complexity of this thing can’t be described as merely difficult.

"Yes." The old man chuckled.

"But it’s already November this year, it’s almost over, and I haven’t seen many patients coming in." Lu Jiu said.

"Water phase is here, and the year’s end is the high illness season, just wait." The old man said.

"Really? Even if it’s the high illness season, they can’t all come to me, right?" Lu Jiu said.

"There will be some, I’m leaving now, time for me to go home and tidy up." The old man laughed as he bid farewell to Lu Jiu.

He has his own house in Jianghan. At that time, because there was no policy against self-building, the old man picked a piece of land behind Yucai Road, bought it with money he earned from fortune-telling, and built a small bungalow brick by brick himself. It may not look great, but it’s enough to shield from the wind and rain.

The old man left, but his words lingered in Lu Jiu’s mind for a long time.

The weather this year has indeed been unusual, especially in the first half of the year. In summer, the temperature fluctuated like the stock market, going up and down without a fixed value. It could be over thirty degrees, scorching hot one day, and then plummet to windy, rainy, and twenty-something a couple of days later.

This was in stark contrast to last year’s long, unbearably hot summer.

Now autumn is about to end, and winter is approaching. If the old man’s words are true, doesn’t that mean the number of patients in Jianghan City will be several times more than usual, overwhelming the hospitals and forcing them to divert to his clinic?

Let’s wait and see.

...

Jianghan City Culture and Tourism Bureau, Bureau Office.

"Hey, Tian Xuelin, didn’t the director say you took leave, why are you at the office again?"

Sun Yao was holding a file, and just as he was about to send it out, he bumped into Tian Xuelin, who had just arrived for work.

Tian Xuelin smiled, "Well, there’s nothing much to do, so I came to work on the plan."

Sun Yao asked curiously, "Didn’t the director say you were ill? Our unit doesn’t have a tradition of working while sick. Going all out doesn’t mean this kind of going all out."

Tian Xuelin smiled, "Yes, I’m sick, but my friend is treating me, so it doesn’t affect my work for now. I just can’t attend any social gatherings."

Sun Yao asked, "What’s wrong with you?"

Tian Xuelin replied, "Fatty liver."

Sun Yao was not surprised, "You better be careful with that. It’s not easy to recover from in a short time."

Nowadays, every unit has a few fatty liver patients, mild or moderate, it’s common and not considered very serious. Some people with it still go out drinking now and then. Sun Yao has a friend in his thirties with moderate fatty liver, but he can’t control his drinking, going out for drinks even when it pains him.

Tian Xuelin laughed, "Uh-huh, who are you delivering the file to?"

Sun Yao patted the file, "To the bureau chief, I’m off."

Sun Yao left the office, while Tian Xuelin sat down at his desk and began preparing to think over the planning project.

However, before he could start typing, Ma Nanping came in with a briefcase.

"Yo? Xuelin, weren’t you given two days off? How come you’re back after a day and a half? Did you go to the hospital and find out you don’t have fatty liver after all?"

As Ma Nanping talked, he tossed his briefcase onto the sofa, his words carrying a bit of sarcasm.

"Director, you’re mistaken, I really do have fatty liver," Tian Xuelin said.

?

Ma Nanping stared at Tian Xuelin, "Did you get checked?"

Tian Xuelin replied, "Yes, I did. The hospital’s report says I have mild fatty liver."

Ma Nanping frowned, "Really?"

Tian Xuelin helplessly said, "Why would I lie about that to you?"

Ma Nanping pressed, "Let me see that report."

Tian Xuelin chuckled, "Why would I bring that to the office... oh, I think I have a photo. Hang on."

As he spoke, Tian Xuelin opened WeChat, clicked into Lu Jiu’s chat, and enlarged the report to show it to Ma Nanping.

Ma Nanping carefully examined the text in the photo, and when "mild fatty liver" appeared before his eyes, his pupils contracted instantly.

"Your Chinese medicine friend diagnosed your fatty liver without any instruments?" Ma Nanping asked.

Tian Xuelin, somewhat boasting, said, "Of course, Chinese medicine doesn’t use instruments. They just take a pulse."

Ma Nanping continued asking, "And he’s treating you?"

Tian Xuelin nodded, "Yes. Recently, when I press on my liver area, it doesn’t hurt as much as it used to. I think in about a month, I should be fully recovered."

In truth, Lu Jiu hadn’t told Tian Xuelin how long it would take to recover; the timeline was purely Tian Xuelin’s own guess. But in Ma Nanping’s ears, it had a different implication.

Fully recover in a month?

Waves surged in Ma Nanping’s heart.

After learning that the bureau chief’s brother-in-law also had fatty liver, he looked up the disease online to understand the risks and recovery time.

The information he found indicated mild fatty liver usually took two to three months to heal, and up to six months.

Moderate cases took even longer, at least one to two years.

Yet, online sources clearly state fatty liver is a reversible condition, so why doesn’t the bureau chief’s brother-in-law recover?

Ma Nanping had pondered over this issue, but now it was no longer a problem.

Since Tian Xuelin’s friend can heal him in a month, the bureau chief’s brother-in-law should also recover in a short time.

"Give me your friend’s contact information." Ma Nanping said.

"Is something wrong with you?" Tian Xuelin asked.

"Not me, the bureau chief’s brother-in-law has fatty liver, just like you. But his is more serious, already moderate." Ma Nanping answered.

Oh!

Tian Xuelin realized.

"Alright, I’ll give it to you. But my friend’s got a bit of a quirky temperament. If the bureau chief’s brother-in-law doesn’t believe in Chinese medicine, it’s best not to approach him." Tian Xuelin advised.

"Why? Can a doctor reject a patient? Which department of the Traditional Chinese Medicine Hospital does he belong to?" Ma Nanping was puzzled.

"He runs his own private clinic. He sets the rules." Tian Xuelin found Lu Jiu’s phone number, including the address, and sent it to Ma Nanping.

"Your friend certainly has character. But for someone who can set such rules, they must have real skill. Well, this will earn you credit. If the bureau chief’s brother-in-law recovers, your deputy director position might be locked in. Cough, don’t spread this around. Keep it low-key. You know Old Zhang in logistics, right? He was aiming for a deputy director position, and before the appointment meeting, he boasted the bureau chief had already decided it. As a result, he lost his chance, and even upon retiring, he was still an ordinary staff member." Ma Nanping advised.

"Got it, thanks, Director." Tian Xuelin replied with a smile.

"No thanks needed. Just remember to treat me to drinks once it’s settled. That’s it, I’m heading to the bureau chief’s office." Ma Nanping said.

Watching Ma Nanping leave, Tian Xuelin could almost envision what he would say in the bureau chief’s office.

Thus, Tian Xuelin quickly sent a message to Lu Jiu.

"Help a brother out, and I’ll treat you to a meal."

Ten seconds later, Tian Xuelin received a reply.

"Two meals."

Sly businessman!!

Tian Xuelin gritted his teeth.

"Deal!"