Rebirth 1977 Great Era

Chapter 1062 What does the Emperor's early death have to do with Traditional Chinese Medicine? The Twelve Meridians Display Their Divine Power (Bonus Chapter 3K for Monthly Tickets)

Those outside were somewhat at a loss for words after Lu's glance.

To be honest, Comrade Lu's niece was not treated at Chongwen Hospital before; she had been receiving integrated traditional Chinese and Western medicine treatment at their local hospital. Why is Comrade Lu now turning his attention to them?
Isn't this just making someone else take the blame?

But it's really hard to say that, since he's the leader.

Of course, some people still muttered under their breath, "Our plan hasn't even gone through clinical trials yet, so why say ours won't work? What if ours does work too?"

However, they didn't dare say this out loud, and as for why, they were, of course, unsure of the reason themselves.

Having successful experience in this area, the fact that they dared to take over and treat it with pure traditional Chinese medicine already shows that they are better than their counterparts.

Although the medicine hasn't arrived yet, the effects are already noticeable after his moxibustion treatment.

When the moxibustion was performed for 18 minutes, the patient suddenly coughed violently, coughing up two mouthfuls of thin, clear phlegm, which contained a trace of blood.

The middle-aged doctor from Chongwen Hospital immediately perked up upon seeing this at the entrance.

Everyone else also stood up.

Oh dear! Is this going to backfire?
They were about to enter when Fang Yaozhong grabbed them and stopped them:
"Don't worry, this is the yang energy pushing the phlegm and dampness out."

Fang Yan glanced at the phlegm, frowned slightly, observed it, and then said:
"If the phlegm is clear and thin with blood, it indicates that the deficiency heat is rising, which is not a bad thing."

After saying that, he raised his head and addressed the patient and Comrade Lu:
"Continue with the last two minutes of moxibustion."

The patient breathed a sigh of relief and said to Comrade Lu, who seemed somewhat concerned:

"Don't worry, it feels much better after coughing it up. Before, I always felt like there was something stuck in my throat."

Her breathing rate slowed down again, and her abdomen could be seen rising and falling slightly when she inhaled. This was a clear difference from her previous rapid breathing, and her breathing was now noticeably longer and more even.

When the moxibustion time was over, Fang Yan removed the moxibustion box and tore off the gauze on the Shenque acupoint. Everyone found that the salt grains had turned dark brown and had clumped together.

The patient stared blankly at the salt block, then suddenly asked:
"Dr. Fang, can my illness really be cured?" Her fingers unconsciously picked at the bed sheet, revealing a dense network of bruises under her sleeves.

Fang Yan said to him, "Your illness has deep roots, but as long as your spleen and kidney yang energy returns, there is hope."

"The medicine you're going to drink later is like an engineering corps to remove the cold and dampness from your body. Right now, you're just laying the groundwork. In a little while, they'll be going to fight against the cold and dampness."

Fang Yan pressed his hand on the Guanyuan acupoint where moxibustion was being applied and asked:
"Do you feel a burning sensation in your lower back now?"

"Yes, it really is!" The patient nodded after taking a look.

Then she shifted her body and said, "It warms from my waist all the way down to my lower abdomen."

She tried to lift her leg, and her lower limbs, which were originally as heavy as lead, were actually able to be lifted. Although it only helped by 5 centimeters, it was still a significant improvement.

Comrade Lu noticed that the skin around the Guanyuan acupoint was uniformly flushed.

asked:

"Dr. Fang, is this color alright?"

"That's right, burns aren't this color, this is because the blood and energy have flowed here."

"After you take the medicine, this warmth will travel even further and drive the cold and dampness out of your body."

Comrade Lu nodded, then couldn't help but touch the patient's forehead and the soles of his feet, before touching his own forehead, and exclaimed in surprise:

"It's really not burning anymore! It was still scalding hot just now."

Fang Yan saw him touch his niece's feet and then touch hers, and she was both amused and exasperated.

Comrade Lu turned to Fang Yan, his eyes full of admiration, "Dr. Fang, how come your moxibustion... is so effective so quickly?"

Fang Yan began packing up her moxibustion tools, a slight smile appearing on her face:
"This is because your niece's own yang energy has been awakened."

"Just like when spring comes, the seeds underground will sprout on their own. My medicine and moxibustion are just loosening the soil and watering the seeds."

"The essence of traditional Chinese medicine is to stimulate the body's self-healing potential and restore the balance of Yin and Yang through methods such as medicine and acupuncture, rather than simply fighting the symptoms." As he spoke, he glanced at the door.

Comrade Lu nodded in deep agreement:

"As expected, the wisdom of our ancestors, which has been used for thousands of years, is still the best."

Fang Yan laughed after hearing this:
"Haha, you haven't heard of it. Some people once planned to destroy traditional Chinese medicine, saying that if you look at the average lifespan of emperors in the past, you'll know how unreliable traditional Chinese medicine is..."

Comrade Lu was slightly taken aback. What he said seemed to make sense, but something just didn't feel right.

Just then, Comrade Yang, who was lying in bed, said:

"I studied history, and I've heard this argument before. It's certainly a misleading theory. Look, using the emperor's lifespan to argue that traditional Chinese medicine is ineffective is utterly absurd! But think about it, being an emperor was such a dangerous job. One day you might be poisoned by a powerful minister, the next you might be forced to abdicate by your son. Many emperors died in political struggles. Besides, which emperor didn't dream of immortality? They were constantly ingesting mercury and lead from the alchemical furnace, like they were taking poison. Can that be considered a normal death?"

"Look at the average lifespan. Many young emperors died just a few years after birth, and there were puppets who were put on the throne during times of war, only to be killed after a few days. If you only consider the legitimate emperors of the Tang, Song, Ming, and Qing dynasties during peaceful years, didn't they all live to their fifties or sixties? That's about the same lifespan as the officials of that time. How can you say that traditional Chinese medicine is ineffective?"

"The fact that ordinary people have short lifespans is not the fault of traditional Chinese medicine at all. In ancient times, with wars, famines, and heavy taxes, it was a miracle that people could even survive. For example, during the Three Kingdoms period, the population was reduced from 50 million to 7 million. What does the fact that lifespans were short at that time have to do with medicine?"

"If we insist on comparing the lifespan of the powerful and wealthy with medical skills, then the average lifespan of ancient Egyptian pharaohs was only 30 years, and that of ancient Greek philosophers was only 45. So, according to this logic, Western medicine is even worse? To put it bluntly, the reason why people live longer now is because of hygiene and vaccines after the Industrial Revolution, and it has nothing to do with medicine alone."

After she finished speaking, she said:
"This view is like 'denying aviation technology because of plane crashes,' ignoring the crucial role that traditional Chinese medicine has played in the continuation of Chinese civilization over more than 2000 years."

Upon hearing his niece's words, Comrade Lu suddenly understood. Even Fang Yaozhong and Chen Keji, who were standing nearby, nodded in agreement.

At this moment, Comrade Lu realized that his niece could talk so much.

His mental state has improved significantly.

He immediately said happily to the dialect:

"This moxibustion is really effective! She can talk so much now, whereas this morning she was still panting heavily after just one sentence!"

Nodding in dialect:

"Young people have a strong constitution, so they recovered faster than I expected."

Comrade Lu rubbed his hands together excitedly and said:
"The moxibustion alone is so effective, I wonder what the effects will be after taking the medicine."

Fang Yan glanced at his watch and said:
"It'll be here soon, the medicine will be here in a little while."

The changes inside the room were visible to everyone outside.

It is clear that the treatment using dialect has had a significant effect.

This was the first time they had ever seen someone use dialect to treat illness, yet they could already sense the person's skill.

With that ability, it really seems like they're no longer needed.

A group of people were whispering outside when they brought the patient here. They encountered a dialect, and as a result, they couldn't get involved. They felt really cheated.

But the key issue is that there's still no solution.

All I could hear was that they were having a great time chatting.

Time flew by, and a little over two hours later, the medicine finally arrived from the pharmacy.

After receiving the medicine, Fang Yan first put a little on his tongue to feel it and make sure there was no numbness before putting it to the patient's mouth.

He didn't know the quality of the pharmacy that prepared the medicine, so he figured he should try it himself first to be on the safe side.

In Comrade Lu's eyes, this action made him a conscientious and responsible good doctor.

To some outsiders, this is just a performance! A complete performance!

"Drink slowly, and tell me how it feels after you finish," Fang Yan said to the patient.

The patient nodded and began to sip the medicine. Everyone watched her expression and condition closely. This bowl of medicine contained highly toxic raw aconite. Although it had been simmering for two hours, those who had never used it before were still on tenterhooks.

Finally, after drinking half a bowl of medicine, the patient rubbed his stomach, then let out a long sigh and said:

"I felt a warm current in my stomach, like I was holding a hot water bottle."

She had just finished speaking when she suddenly vomited.

It startled everyone else in the ward.

It turned out that he was just dry heaving.

Comrade Lu looked at Fang Yan and asked:

"What...what's going on?"

Fang Yan felt the patient's pulse and after a while said:
"It's nothing serious. Her body is severely obstructed by cold and dampness. When the medicine touches the cold and dampness, the brief nausea is just dry heaving and she won't vomit."

The patient nodded at this point and said:
"Just now I felt a sudden wave of nausea for no reason. Now I feel like I vomited, and the warm feeling started to spread to other parts of my body."

Fang Yan explained to Comrade Lu, who was still somewhat confused:

"The power of aconite to circulate through the twelve meridians, combined with moxibustion, can extend the medicinal power to the extremities."

Sure enough, the patient did not vomit for the next ten minutes or so.

Fang Yan turned to the nurse and said:
"Continue to decoct the medicine, and bring over a bowl two hours later. Continue this routine for the next 24 hours until this time tomorrow."

The nurse nodded after hearing this.

The physician, who was also examining the patient's pulse, found that the previously weak and superficial pulse (representing the heart and lungs), which felt like pressing on a scallion stalk, had changed to a weak pulsation that could be felt upon deeper palpation. Although still thin and weak, it no longer felt "floating and about to escape." This corresponded to the patient's respiratory rate decreasing from 28 breaths/min to 22 breaths/min and the reduction in blood in the sputum after coughing, indicating that the yang qi of the heart and lungs was beginning to recede.

Previously, the pulse at the Guan position was weak and easily lost with heavy pressure; now, with heavy pressure, it feels "like sand wrapped in cotton," a typical pulse sign of the spleen yang gradually recovering and dampness and turbidity beginning to dissipate. The patient described feeling "warmth spreading throughout the body," which is a manifestation of the spleen and stomach yang qi promoting the distribution of the medicine.

The most significant change is in the radial pulse: originally it was faint and barely perceptible, but now when you press it deeply, you can feel a steady pulsation like "a stone thrown into water". Although the strength is still weak, it has already developed "root energy".

This corresponds to the patient's physical signs of being able to raise his lower limbs by 5 centimeters and experiencing heat in his lower back and abdomen, confirming that aconite and moxibustion work together to stimulate the primordial yang of the kidneys.

"How is it?" Chen Keji asked the prescription.

The former nodded and said:
"The results were even better than expected."

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There will be more this afternoon.

(End of this chapter)