If you’re really smart, the prescriptions you write yourself will not beco invalid within two years.
"Mr. Zhang’s advice is also very generous!" Mr. Wu asked more humbly, having always dread of getting Mr. Zhang’s bold advice.
Zhang Dadan had not yet seen the patient, let alone the specific conditions of the patient, but he had already noticed obvious flaws in the prescription.
"Then I’ll tell you so nonsense. If there’s any problem, please ask Mr. Wu not to see anything strange!" Zhang Dadan said politely.
Because Mr. Wu was seeking advice from Mr. Zhang, he naturally corrected his attitude and would not be troubled by Mr. Zhang’s deprecation. He should say, "If you have sothing to say, just say it!"
When Zhang Dadan heard this, he straightforwardly said, "The reason this formula isn’t effective is because the ratio of Shudi to astragalus is slightly low, and its effect is too mild. Long-term use will not work!"
The ratio of Shudi to astragalus is low? I clearly followed the ancient formula’s ratio, why is this? Have there been mistakes in the past?
Seeing Mr. Wu deep in thought, Zhang Dadan candidly said, "Mr. Wu, if I may say boldly, ’Trust in books is worse than having no books.’ If we blindly follow the ancient formulas, we may end up failing in the most unreasonable situations!"
Trust is worse than having no books? Aren’t you being too rigid? Ancient formulas have been verified for thousands of years. If ancient formulas aren’t trustworthy, what standards should we follow?
"May I ask Mr. Zhang, how did you determine that the ratio of Shudi to astragalus is slightly low?" Wu Reception asked.
Zhang Dadan smiled and bluntly said, "How long have you been prescribing this dicine, two or three years? The patient has been taking it for two or three years without effect, so it’s clear that the dicine is too mild. We should increase the amount of Shudi and astragalus."
Before Mr. Wu could question again, Zhang Dadan explained, "Ancient formulas are not fixed. We should adjust the proportions of so dicines based on the patient’s actual condition!"
Based on the patient’s actual condition? It seems I have been too rigid! If I had changed the prescription earlier, maybe...
As Mr. Wu was feeling disturbed, suddenly soone pushed the door open. The visitors were Liu Qianwen and a middle-aged man.
"Xishan, why are you here?" Mr. Wu quickly ordered the middle-aged man to et Mr. Zhang...
The middle-aged man was Mr. Wu’s son, nad Wu Xishan, who was suffering from infertility.
He was in his forties and taught at a middle school. He inherited Mr. Wu’s stereotypes and always treated infertility as an unspeakable secret.
Therefore, faced with a stranger like Zhang Daqi, a young stranger at that, he was very restrained and even a bit flustered.
"Mr. Zhang... Hello, Mr. Zhang! May I request a special consultation from you? I would greatly appreciate it!" Wu Xishan smiled awkwardly.
He learned from his father that Mr. Zhang was very skillful and young, so he didn’t doubt Mr. Zhang.
But Liu Qianwen, a lively young woman, was still reluctant. He obviously looked younger than herself. How could his dical skills be better?
"Uncle, are you afraid of becoming a rat today?" Liu Ganwen pointed at Sun and scolded Zhang harshly.
However, Zhang Daqi was not angry and instead beca more curious about Liu Qianwen. She called Mr. Wu grandpa, yet called Wu Xishan uncle. Is it really that strange?
Zhang Dadan boldly asked, "So, are you Mr. Wu’s granddaughter or granddaughter-in-law?"
His casual words imdiately made the scene awkward. Liu Qianwen frowned even more. It seed that Zhang should be swallowed alive and skinned.
Seeing this situation, Mr. Wu hurriedly told Liu Qianwen, "Qianwen, go help with the accounting!"
When Liu Qianwen heard his words, she glared at Zhang.
Before she turned sixteen, Liu Qianwen had developed a strong interest in traditional Chinese dicine. She also studied TCM theories with Mr. Wu.
However, when she was sixteen, her father passed away, which made her question TCM. She abandoned traditional dicine and switched to Western dicine.
With further studies in dical theory and practice, Liu Qianwen no longer blad her father’s death on TCM but regarded TCM as useless.
A few months ago, Ms. Zhang suddenly appeared in public and rescued several car accident victims with TCM, which had already started making her body tremble.
Today, Zhang Dadan diagnosed her uncle’s infertility as due to life/earth just by taking his pulse, completely overturning her long-held belief.
"Zhang Dadan, what exactly... what exactly are you doing?" Liu Qianwen asked aggressively.
Her shocked expression made Zhang Dadan sowhat smug. She appeared nonchalant and said, "Does this an you can understand the profundity of TCM?"
Extensive and profound? Say those clichés again. If TCM were that magical, why hasn’t uncle recovered after taking it for so long?
"So, does this an you have a way to cure my uncle’s illness?" Liu Qianwen asked aggressively.
Zhang Dadan saw that she repeatedly questioned herself and arrogantly replied, "Of course! Infertility is a piece of cake!"
Mr. Wu, bursting with emotion, boldly stepped forward and grabbed Zhang Daqi, tearfully saying, "Mr. Zhang, please do your best!"
Liu Qianwen wanted to ask sothing, but she was held back by Mr. Wu.
He admired Mr. Zhang’s dical skills and character and naturally believed Mr. Zhang wouldn’t speak nonsense.
Seeing Liu Qianwen’s temper being completely suppressed, turning into a frozen eggplant, Zhang Dadan boldly began contemplating Wu Xishan’s treatnt strategy.
After a while, Zhang Dadan boldly told Mr. Wu, "Mr. Wu, could you buy a silver needle? I’ll help him clear the ridians first..."
Learning that his son’s infertility could be cured, Mr. Wu was very excited. He also saw that Zhang Dadan boldly wanted to treat him on the spot, even more enthusiastically running to get the silver needle.
"Acupuncture? Hmph! If acupuncture were effective, my uncle would have been cured already." Liu Qianwen sneered.
Upon hearing this sarcastic remark, she realized she had hurt her uncle and also Zhang Nana’s bravery.
"Uncle, I... I didn’t an that! Your illness... it must be cured! It’s just a matter of scientific thods!" Liu Renming rediated.
At this mont, Mr. Wu ca rushing in holding a silver needle, respectfully handing it to Zhang Daqi, who sternly scolded her.
Before Mr. Wu could speak, Zhang Daqi boldly decided to "fire" the two people without rcy. He politely smiled and said, "Mr. Wu, would you mind waiting outside?"
Mr. Wu realized that Zhang Bode might need to use so unique acupuncture techniques. He awkwardly smiled and left hastily with Liu Qianwen.
When grandpa and granddaughter arrived in the hall, Mr. Wu painfully said, "Qianwen, why do you still have prejudice against TCM?"
"Haven’t you seen Mr. Zhang revive the dead? More importantly, for so many years, grandpa has treated so many patients; could it all be luck?"
But Liu Qianwen’s mouth was stubborn. She refused to give up and let go of her prejudice against TCM.
"Grandpa said TCM is based on formulas. Without the support of scientific theories, it’s completely unreliable!" Liu Qianwen said coldly.
Mr. Wu realized that she insisted on her stance, trying to persuade her would be futile for now. He could only shake his head and smile bitterly.
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