"Those Ji Family Brothers are completely lawless!" Zhao Yuan gritted his teeth in anger after hearing the coal miners' stories.
Since the coal miners were too pressured and threatened to report the Ji Family Brothers, he would do it for them. He imdiately took out his phone and photographed everything inside and outside the Ji Family Coal Mine, intending to use the pictures as evidence.
While he was taking pictures, a few more miners' conditions worsened. Although they didn't collapse and suffocate like Pan Ping had, they were in extre discomfort. They only found relief after Zhao Yuan helped them.
The miners couldn't understand why their conditions had all suddenly worsened today, but Zhao Yuan had figured out the reason. 'It must be because of the Golden Gourd!'
The Golden Gourd contained tal Qi from the Five Elents, and in the human body's five viscera, the lungs belong to tal. After Pan Ping obtained the Golden Gourd, all the miners at the Ji Family Coal Mine benefited. The tal Qi released by the Golden Gourd strengthened their lungs, which was why their conditions were brought under control and even lessened.
But now, Pan Ping had given the Golden Gourd to Zhao Yuan, who had placed it in his Storage Ring Space. The miners had lost the support of the tal Qi, and their lungs had instantly reverted to their previous weakened state, so their conditions naturally worsened.
In fact, based on Zhao Yuan's observations, the support the Golden Gourd provided was rely a temporary fix, not a real cure. One could even say it was like drinking poison to quench a thirst.
While the tal Qi could strengthen the lungs, it also hard the other organs, especially the liver, which belongs to Wood in the Five Elents. The damage there was the most severe! Using his Qi Observation Technique, Zhao Yuan had already discovered that several miners had problems with their livers and gallbladders. Even if he hadn't co and taken the Golden Gourd, it wouldn't have been long before the miners here suffered from serious illnesses or even died due to the damage to their other organs!
Seeing the miners' bodies, which could be described as nothing short of riddled with holes, Zhao Yuan felt he couldn't just leave. As a doctor, besides helping them expose and report the Ji Family Brothers, he also had to help them treat their illnesses and regain their health.
Zhao Yuan sought out the old miner, knowing he was highly respected here and that everyone listened to him.
"Uncle Li, since everyone can't afford to go to a big hospital to treat their silicosis, why not let take a look at them?" Zhao Yuan said. Fearing the man would doubt his abilities due to his age, he brazenly praised himself a little.
The old miner's surna was Li, and his full na was Li Qingbo.
After hearing Zhao Yuan's words, he took a drag from his long-stemd pipe and said, "Kid, we all saw your dical skills just now. They're quite good, or else Pan Ping wouldn't have been revived. But this silicosis we have... we've seen Traditional Chinese dicine doctors for it before. They prescribed a lot of herbal dicines, but they had no effect..."
"I'm not like those other Traditional Chinese dicine doctors."
Of course, Zhao Yuan couldn't ntion that the dical texts left by Wu Peng recorded a treatnt for silicosis. He could only weave a white lie: "My university recently conducted academic research on silicosis and other occupational diseases. After discussions among many dostic experts and professors, several effective treatnt plans were developed. I was fortunate enough to participate in this work and learned these treatnt thods."
Li Qingbo's eyes instantly lit up. He asked excitedly, "Really?"
Zhao Yuan nodded. "Absolutely. There's no reason for to lie to you about this."
Li Qingbo thought about it and agreed. 'People only ever try to trick you out of money or for sex. Who would trick soone into accepting dical treatnt?' So he said, "Kid, you have a good heart. Whether our silicosis can be cured or not, I have to thank you!"
Zhao Yuan waved his hand. "Don't ntion it. Uncle Li, I'll have to trouble you to talk to everyone."
"What's there to talk about? It's their honor to have soone willing to diagnose and treat their illnesses!" Li Qingbo said. He imdiately gathered all the miners, relayed Zhao Yuan's words, and had soone bring a pen and paper.
Although they were still a bit skeptical about whether Zhao Yuan could cure their silicosis, everyone was very grateful for his kindness. In that instant, a large amount of Wish Power surged into Zhao Yuan's body.
At Li Qingbo's command, the miners lined up, waiting one by one for Zhao Yuan to diagnose and treat them.
When it cos to treating illness, Traditional Chinese dicine and Western dicine have a key difference: TCM treats the 'person,' while Western dicine treats the 'disease.'
To put it simply, when a TCM doctor treats an illness, they prescribe different dicines based on each individual's condition. Thus, it's common for several people with the sa disease to receive completely different prescriptions. Western dicine, on the other hand, doesn't consider these factors. For the sa disease, everyone gets the sa dicine.
For this very reason, Zhao Yuan had to be extrely ticulous when diagnosing and prescribing dicine for the miners, adjusting the dication for each person's unique condition to provide tailored treatnt.
For soone with a lung Qi deficiency, the prescription needed to focus on replenishnt, first building up the lung Qi before detoxifying and clearing out dust. For soone with damp-heat accumulating in the lungs, the focus would be on clearing heat, detoxifying, expelling dust, and resolving phlegm...
One after another, Zhao Yuan wrote out TCM prescriptions and handed them to the miners. At the sa ti, he carefully explained how to decoct and take the herbal dicines, as well as daily maintenance and other precautions.
Seeing how knowledgeable he sounded, the miners all listened intently, carefully committing his words to mory.
But just then, an angry roar echoed through the coal mine: "What are you all doing standing around here instead of working? Every last one of you, all you know is how to slack off! Motherfucker, a herd of pigs would be more useful than you lot! What are you looking at? You got a problem with saying a few words? Get the fuck back to work for . Otherwise, you can forget about getting paid this month, you motherfuckers!"
Zhao Yuan followed the voice and saw a bald man with a brutish, fleshy face walk out of the only three-story building at the mine, cursing furiously at the miners.
"Who's that? One of the Ji Family Brothers?" Zhao Yuan asked.
Pan Ping whispered back, "That's the mine's foreman, one of the Ji Family Brothers' lackeys. We don't know his real na, we all just call him Master Tie."
Li Qingbo called out in a loud voice, "Master Tie, we just worked a full night shift underground..."
Master Tie didn't give him a chance to explain, cutting him off forcefully. "So what? You worked all night, so you think you can slack off? I was playing cards all night, and I'm not resting, am I? Cut the fucking crap and get to loading up this coal! If you delay the shipnt, not a single one of you will get away with it!"
Suddenly, he spotted Zhao Yuan in the crowd and raised an eyebrow. "Who's that kid? Where did he co from?"
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