The returning hospital bed interrupted the conversation between Du Heng and his companion.
They stepped aside, allowing the hospital bed to be moved back to its place.
As the bed passed them, they noticed the examination report placed at its head.
Professor Zhang noticed Doctor Yang’s dark expression but didn’t speak to him. Instead, he directly picked up the report from the head of the bed.
"Whew..." Professor Zhang let out a long sigh, his expression sowhat complex. "Doctor Du, your diagnosis was correct. Doctor Du, since we prefer not to involve multiple decision-makers for a single issue, do you have a way to handle this situation?"
"When the patient overexerted himself during that particular strain, it caused repeated five viscera and the lobes of the liver to distend. This resulted in a blockage in the upper torso, which couldn’t be imdiately reversed, leading to the inverted liver lobes and, consequently, inverted vision."
Du Heng had already devised a treatnt thod during the wait. Upon hearing Professor Zhang’s question, he replied readily, "It’s simple to correct. We just need to have him perform a similar exertion, using external force to compel repeated five viscera again. This will allow the liver lobes to return to their proper alignnt."
Professor Zhang blinked. He was accustod to surgical instrunts and procedures for corrections and found it difficult to accept the idea of using external force to achieve self-correction.
However, Du Heng was now quite familiar with this kind of thod.
The most common application of external force is, in fact, during bone setting.
For example, in cases of dislocation or misalignnt, inducing sudden fright can cause a person to instinctively recoil, generating significant force that snaps the bone back into its correct position.
Professor Zhang hesitated. "Perform that exertion again? Will that actually work?"
"’Performing that exertion’ is just a general way of describing it," Du Heng slowly said. "Even if he consciously performs the sa action, it’s difficult to achieve the identical effect. And even if it did produce an effect, controlling the intensity would be problematic. Traditional Chinese dicine has the Eight thods: sweating, vomiting, purging, harmonizing, warming, clearing, dispersing, and tonifying. The Vomiting thod, in particular, is the thod to mobilize for repeated five viscera. So, by using the Vomiting thod now to mobilize the five viscera, the inverted liver lobes will naturally readjust themselves."
Professor Zhang remained silent, carefully recalling his own experiences with vomiting. Then, he asked apprehensively, "Will this really work? Perhaps we should invite a doctor from the Hepatobiliary Departnt for a consultation?"
Du Heng did not object to this suggestion.
He was there to help. The final decision made by the patient and the attending physician was their own affair.
However, he felt he needed to clarify, "The Vomiting thod will definitely work, but it cannot be applied directly. That previous strain has already injured the patient’s five viscera. If we were to use the Vomiting thod now without any protective asures, it would severely damage the qi and blood of the five viscera.
So, my treatnt plan is to use the Vomiting thod to prompt the reversal of the five viscera, and then employ the Harmonizing thod to soothe the ridians and nourish the qi and blood.
Once the patient returns to normal, they might feel a bit weak, but the treatnt won’t harm their original qi. A single dose should be sufficient for a cure.
Then, with two or three days of tonification, their body will naturally recover fully."
Professor Zhang was silent for a mont, then smiled. "In that case, Doctor Du, please rest in the office for a while. I’ll go speak with the patient’s family."
Du Heng also smiled and softly agreed.
Then, led by Professor Zhang’s assistant, Du Heng and his two companions returned to the office they had been in earlier.
Once they were alone, Director Zheng, who had previously been too ashad to lift his head, now bead with pride and smugness. He gave Du Heng a thumbs-up. "Dean, you’re incredible!"
Kang Zhirong put away his cara, but his expression was the opposite of Director Zheng’s. "Dean, you identified the problem, yet ultimately, your thod isn’t being used. Isn’t that... isn’t that...?"
Du Heng chuckled at Kang Zhirong. "What are you getting so worked up about? We ca to help; the patient isn’t ours. They’re free to choose whichever thod they prefer.
Besides, what was our purpose in coming? Was it to show off?
Our objective is to alleviate the patient’s suffering and help them recover. Don’t be so petty-minded."
Kang Zhirong still looked unhappy. "I just feel frustrated that it ca to this, and yet our part in it is over."
Du Heng chuckled. "My friend, we’re guests here. Guests should defer to their hosts. You need to rember our place."
Seeing Kang Zhirong still grumbling, Du Heng waved his hand dismissively. "Alright, let’s drop this topic."
He then turned his attention to Director Zheng. "Once Professor Zhang returns, we’ll bid our farewells. Director Zheng, you and Xiao Kang take the gifts we brought and deliver them to the experts on the list I provided."
Director Zheng’s expression turned serious, and he asked earnestly, "Dean, aren’t you going with us?"
"I won’t. It would seem too deliberate if I were to go." Du Heng paused for a mont. "When you go, don’t linger on conversation. See them, leave the items, chat briefly if there’s an opening, but if not, just depart."
Director Zheng nodded reluctantly, then voiced his concern, "The gifts we brought are rather modest, just local specialties. They feel a bit unpresentable. Should we perhaps buy sothing else?"
Hearing this, Du Heng shook his head. "There’s no need to buy anything else. These items are perfect. The experts we’re visiting today are distinguished figures in their fields. They’ve seen all sorts of things and certainly aren’t lacking for the kind of presents you could buy."
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