I Can Talk to the Internal Organs-Chapter 93 - 79: No Moxibustion Smell Allowed in the Traditional Chinese Medicine Clinic
"How about one thousand one?" Lu Jiu laughed.
"No, one thousand two," Lu Mountain replied.
"Wow, doesn’t that make over ten thousand a year, Grandpa? The red envelope needs to increase this year!" Lu Jiu said.
"You shameless rascal, twenty-six or seven and still wanting a red envelope." Lu Mountain almost laughed from anger.
"You’re the one who said it, until I’m married I get a red envelope every year. If I don’t take it, you’ll get upset, right?" Lu Jiu said.
"I was urging you to settle down early, didn’t you get it?" Lu Mountain glared.
"Really? I thought you just wanted to give me some money. Looks like I misunderstood." Lu Jiu said.
"Get lost." If it weren’t for so many people around, Lu Mountain might have given Lu Jiu a flick on the back of his head.
This little rascal is infuriating.
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Before he knew it, the day had flown by.
In the following days, besides treating new patients, Lu Jiu also squeezed in time for follow-up consultations with previous ones.
Wei Jun’s recovery was going well. Although his symptoms hadn’t completely disappeared, his daily life was starting to improve. Even his wife said she hadn’t seen him so energetic in seven or eight years.
The positive and direct feedback made Wei Jun realize that if he maintained his current diet and routine alongside Lu Jiu’s treatment, he might really return to the state he was in when he was younger.
With this thought, Wei Jun suddenly found those habits he could never quit seemed somewhat trivial.
Then there was Qiao Ling and Xue Yiyi, especially Qiao Ling. After her diet was adjusted, her issue of having insufficient qi and blood improved by eighty to ninety percent. Her skin not only looked better than before, but she also appeared slimmer.
This is because once the Spleen and Stomach are healthy, qi and blood aren’t deficient. As the Spleen governs the muscles, once it functions well, a bit of exercise can quickly bring out muscles without excess fat.
Also, abundant qi and blood help Fei Jin produce body fluids, and since the lungs govern the skin and hair, this makes the skin appear smoother and more tender.
The natural smoothness of Qiao Ling’s face now couldn’t be achieved by any skincare product.
During this time, Lu Jiu even made some Jade Skin Powder for her. When Qiao Ling heard it was a purely traditional Chinese medicine skincare formula, she almost went crazy, wishing she could order a wholesale from Lu Jiu.
When Xue Yiyi found out, she completely put aside their friendship and fought over the Chinese medicine with Qiao Ling.
This taught Lu Jiu a lesson: women can do anything for beauty.
No wonder the cosmetic surgery industry is so thriving; it undoubtedly taps into women’s consumption pains.
However, in Lu Jiu’s opinion, external products are never as effective as properly balancing the Five Viscera.
Like a tree, if the roots are healthy, nurturing can add an extra touch; but if the roots are damaged, applying things outside is just deceiving oneself.
"Make way, make way, are you Lu Jiu? Is this clinic yours?"
Around three in the afternoon, while Lu Jiu was preparing medicine for patients, he was also doing moxibustion to boost yang energy.
That’s when two people in blue uniforms walked in, a man and a woman. The man was carrying a document, and they started questioning Lu Jiu.
"Yes, that’s me. What’s the matter?" Lu Jiu asked.
Guo Huai said, "Someone reported that your clinic has a moxibustion smell and is not up to environmental standards."
What!?
Lu Jiu’s first reaction was being stunned.
His second reaction was anger.
Damn it, a Traditional Chinese Medicine Clinic can’t have a moxibustion smell?
But Lu Jiu soon calmed down, knowing that going against the law enforcement was like lighting a lantern in a restroom, asking for trouble.
"Friends, this is a Traditional Chinese Medicine Clinic. How can there be a problem with the moxibustion smell not meeting environmental standards?" Lu Jiu tried to keep his tone calm.
The patients receiving treatment were also puzzled, "Hey, how is moxibustion not environmentally friendly?"
"Yeah, it cures illnesses and doesn’t smell bad. Why isn’t it eco-friendly?"
"You don’t inspect the gutter oil in restaurants, or the chaos in trendy shops, yet you come to inspect a Traditional Chinese Medicine Clinic?"
"Are they nuts?"
"..."
Guo Huai, glaring at the crowd, said angrily, "What’s with all the noise? The ’Standard for Odor Pollutant Emissions’ clearly states that any gas substances that stimulate the sense of smell and cause discomfort or damage to the living environment are malodorous gases. The mugwort smell in moxibustion contains pollutants that fit this standard. According to current regulations, if a moxibustion clinic doesn’t have an exhaust pipe or if the pipe is less than 15 meters high, it’s an unorganized emission source that must meet the boundary value for malodorous pollutants."
"We’re here because of a public report, for a routine check. Make a fuss now, and we’ll shut you down!"
Hu Juan hurriedly pulled Guo Huai back, asking him to watch his words and not be so aggressive, as someone nearby was recording with their phone.
After his outburst, some of the patients fell silent.
If this truly is a national regulation, their noise wouldn’t help, and it might only cause trouble for Lu Jiu.
Besides, they just came to see a doctor and didn’t need to offend this person.
Hearing this, Lu Jiu figured that today’s issue might not end well.
He just couldn’t understand how, after only a few days of moxibustion, there could be such a "public" complaint.
It seemed that once certain people’s interests were threatened, they could find ways within the rules to ruin you.
"Sir, so if I don’t have an exhaust pipe, or if it isn’t over 15 meters, I can’t use moxibustion, is that right?" Lu Jiu asked.
