"Xintian, could you ask your student for the prescription? And the dications that have been changed recently, could you also get hold of them?"
"What’s wrong, Grandfather?"
"The dication he uses is wonderfully effective."
"Oh, co on. If you were treating this girl, Grandfather, I’m sure you’d do much better and use even more miraculous dicines."
Lan Changhua shook his head, but a faint smile touched the corners of his mouth. "I couldn’t do it. There’s no need for self-deception. I’ve also been running simulations, but with my thods of dication, the effects wouldn’t be this pronounced."
Putting down the inspection sheet in his hand, Lan Changhua sat up a little straighter. "My approach to dication should be similar to this Doctor Du’s; both focus on breaking down indurations and promoting softening, as well as eliminating toxins and draining pus.
But this Doctor Du’s use of dicine is so potent; such results can be achieved in just half a month. And from what you’ve said, the patient’s body hasn’t suffered any major issues; on the contrary, her spirits are even higher. His grasp of dication, his sheer boldness—I’m sowhat lacking in comparison."
In Zhang Xintian’s heart, his grandfather, Lan Changhua, was a god, an idol, a role model. He couldn’t bear to hear others say his grandfather wasn’t capable, nor could he stand to hear his grandfather disparage himself like that.
"That’s because this Doctor Du is still young and hasn’t suffered any major setbacks. He’s just recklessly bold. Let him practice dicine for a few more years, and then we’ll see if he still dares to be so audacious."
Hearing his grandson defending him, Lan Changhua let out a chuckle. "He’s no reckless fool. Every change in the patient is within his predictions. Each dication change, the precision of those changes—that’s not sothing achievable through re boldness."
Seeing that Zhang Xintian was about to speak again, Lan Changhua waved a hand. "Alright, everyone knows what kind of person your grandfather is; you don’t need to defend . Now, go and ask for what this basic prescription is."
Zhang Xintian was dumbfounded. He had majored in public health and didn’t quite understand so of the traditional Chinese dicine terminology. "Grandfather, what is a basic prescription?"
Lan Changhua sighed. Of all the skills he possessed, while the students he taught had learned sixty to seventy percent, his own children and grandchildren hadn’t learned a single bit.
"The basic prescription is the core formula for treating a patient. As the condition changes, one only needs to add or subtract certain dicinal ingredients from the original prescription; the main body of the formula remains unchanged.
Such prescriptions are mostly classic formulas passed down from ancient dical masters, validated by countless predecessors. However, after observing this Doctor Du’s treatnt process, I simply can’t recall any renowned formula that achieves such an effect."
Zhang Xintian still said defiantly, "Perhaps it’s an unknown prescription he dug up from so obscure corner, and he just got lucky, like a blind cat catching a dead mouse."
"’You insolent whelp!’ Hearing his grandson’s reckless words, Lan Changhua suddenly flared up. ’Every prescription that has been passed down is the culmination of the painstaking efforts of countless predecessors. How dare you disparage them like that? And to think, the act of healing the sick and saving lives becos a ’dead mouse’ in your mouth! You, a teacher, should be ashad!’"
Startled, Zhang Xintian quickly ducked his head and scurried off.
Hopefully, the prescription can be obtained; otherwise, the old man’s anger will not easily subside.
However, when he tried to contact Zhu Minyan again, he was t with a heartless rejection. It was no longer like the previous tis when his connection request would be imdiately accepted.
"’Classmate Zhu Minyan, could you share the prescription you’re using with ?’ His video request having failed, Zhang Xintian had no choice but to leave a ssage.
However, even after a long ti, his ssage received no reply.
Zhang Xintian felt quite helpless; he had no idea what was wrong on her end.
We’d been chatting so well for the past ten days or so, he wondered. Why would she suddenly start ignoring ?
However, to complete the task his grandfather had assigned, he could only try to connect and leave ssages daily. All his attempts, however, were like stones dropped into the ocean, eliciting no response whatsoever.
If Zhang Xintian hadn’t managed to get through to Zhu Fanzhong by phone and learn that Zhu Minyan’s condition was improving daily, he would have assud that Zhu Minyan might have beco fatally ill, or perhaps had suddenly passed away.
Zhang Xintian wanted to complete his grandfather’s task, and also, with the school term about to start, he had many things to discuss with Zhu Minyan. So, he asked Zhu Fanzhong to relay a ssage, requesting Zhu Minyan to maintain communication with him.
The effect was quite good; communication, which had been broken for ten days, was finally restored.
However, when they connected again, Zhu Minyan’s attitude towards him had undergone a dramatic transformation.
She was no longer as enthusiastic as before and didn’t answer every question as she used to. Moreover, whenever they chatted, Zhu Minyan no longer covered her face with a silk scarf. She faced him, her teacher, directly with her blotchy skin.
As a result, although they spoke less, he could clearly observe Zhu Minyan’s daily changes.
Later on, every ti Zhang Xintian had a video call with Zhu Minyan, Lan Changhua would even hide behind him to observe her changes.
And every change he witnessed left Lan Changhua feeling it was incredible, simply miraculous.
After each observation, Lan Changhua would imagine himself at that stage of treatnt, wondering what the outco would have been if he were the one prescribing the dication.
Unfortunately, each ti, the timing he would have chosen for changing the dication differed from when Zhu Minyan actually received her changes. Moreover, based on his own understanding of the dicines, none of the improvents he projected were as good as Zhu Minyan’s actual progress.
At certain monts, Lan Changhua truly felt he was getting old.
Ti passed, and everyone continued to watch Zhu Minyan’s progress. Unfortunately, Zhu Minyan never told Zhang Xintian what dicine Du Heng had prescribed for her, or what dicines were changed.
On September tenth, the tumor on the left side of her neck had shrunk to the size of an egg. The tumors on the right side, as well as those under her armpits and in her groin, had all disappeared.
On October third, the remaining tumor on her left side had shrunk to the size of a thumb.
Zhu Minyan left a ssage saying she had no other particular sensations, only thirst and shortness of breath. After an examination by Doctor Du, her tongue was found to be red and without coating, and her pulse was deep and slippery. He imdiately changed her prescription to one that would strongly replenish her original qi and nourish Yin to resolve phlegm.
Zhang Xintian was once again frustrated; there were symptoms, examination findings, and treatnt goals, but still no prescription was disclosed.
On October twentieth, Zhu Minyan declined a video call but left a ssage stating that the tumor on her left side had completely disappeared. Doctor Du had issued a new prescription, which included Decoction dicine and pellet dicine, aid at eradicating the root of illness and consolidating the therapeutic effect.
She was also inford that, starting that day, her treatnt for vitiligo would comnce.
And so, from that day on, Zhang Xintian was never again successful in establishing a video call; each day, he could only read Zhu Minyan’s text ssages.
Lan Changhua, looking at the ssages on his grandson’s mobile phone, was overco with an indescribable excitent.
Malignant lymphoma is not an incurable disease nowadays, but for the patient to recover to her original state in rely two months, without any lasting side effects, was truly astonishing.
Now, the only question was whether the patient would relapse in the future.
If he could also prevent a relapse, then this Doctor Du’s achievent would truly be imasurable.
"’By the way, did you say he’s about to start treating the girl’s vitiligo?’"
"’Yes, that’s what Zhu Minyan said in her ssage.’"
Lan Changhua fell silent once more.
Lately, it seed that every ti he saw or heard anything about this Doctor Du, he would fall silent.
The strength of traditional Chinese dicine lies in its holistic approach; any form of specialization was considered unorthodox.
This was a viewpoint held by many traditional Chinese dicine practitioners so years ago.
However, with the progress of society and the developnt of modern dicine, many traditional Chinese dicine practitioners have had to gradually align with modern dicine, also beginning to develop towards more specialized paths.
It wasn’t as if understanding the Spleen and Stomach ant complete ignorance of the cardiopulmonary system, but their actual depth of knowledge in other areas was often not much better.
At best, their knowledge could only be considered superficial. This led to the saying that traditional Chinese dicine doesn’t cure illnesses, or that treating illnesses with it is a ’Slow Doctor’ affair. Of course, limitations on dication dosage were also a significant contributing factor.
But to switch from treating lymphoma, a type of tumor, to a skin disease like vitiligo—that’s quite a significant leap. Can he really manage it?
Over these two months, Lan Changhua’s feelings towards this Doctor Du, whom he had never t, had transitioned from initial interest to admiration, then to respect, and now even to a sense that he himself couldn’t asure up.
However, upon hearing that Doctor Du would also be treating vitiligo, a hint of doubt and worry arose in him.
"’Xintian, continue to stay in contact with this student of yours, and keep updated on the treatnt progress at all tis.’"
"’I understand, Grandfather.’"
Zhang Xintian had now grown accustod to such arrangents and no longer raised any questions.
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