"Alright, let’s proceed as you suggested, Dean." Du Heng nodded and remained silent for a mont, as did the others.
Suddenly, Du Heng frowned. After thinking for a mont, he took out his phone.
"Hello, Elder Martial Uncle, this is Du Heng... I’m currently in the Capital. I heard from a senior that our departnt has applied to the Departnt with the stroke research project? ...Alright, thank you, Elder Martial Uncle. I’ll contact Director Tang right away."
After hanging up, Du Heng said to Director Zheng, "People from the Departnt have co. I’ll give you a phone number later. Contact them and see if there’s anything we can help with."
Director Zheng quickly nodded and agreed.
Just then, Du Heng’s mobile phone beeped.
Du Heng looked down; Zhuo Mingde had already sent the phone number.
"I’ll forward you the number now. It’s for a Director Tang, from the Provincial Traditional Chinese dicine Administration."
"Alright, Dean, leave it to . You can rest assured."
Afterward, they chatted idly in the office, waiting for Professor Zhang to return.
About half an hour later, just as Du Heng and the others were growing impatient, the office door was pushed open again.
Professor Zhang’s young assistant smiled and said, "Doctor Du, Professor Zhang would like you to co over."
Du Heng smiled in response and, without saying anything, followed the assistant back to the hospital room.
The mont he saw Du Heng, Professor Zhang smiled apologetically. "Doctor Du, I’m truly sorry to have kept you waiting for so long."
"Professor Zhang, you’re too kind," Du Heng replied, also noticing a new doctor beside Professor Zhang, presumably the specialist from the Hepatobiliary Departnt for the consultation. "How did the discussion go?"
Professor Zhang took a deep breath. "After our discussion, Deputy Director Ha from the Hepatobiliary Departnt and the patient himself both feel that not operating is the best approach. So, we’ll still need to trouble you for your hands-on assistance, Doctor Du. If there’s anything you need, just let us know."
Du Heng simply smiled.
The decision between surgery and non-surgery didn’t seem to be a tough choice at all.
"I need to write a prescription: first, for an etic, and second, to protect the ridians."
"Go ahead and write it. I’ll have soone sign off on it."
Pen and paper were handed over as soon as this was agreed upon.
Ginseng rhizo, lon stalk, licorice, schizonepeta.
"lon Stalk Powder is primarily an etic," Du Heng explained after writing. "Combined with ginseng rhizo, licorice, and schizonepeta, it tonifies the center to promote vomiting, thus calming the ridians during the process and not harming the qi and blood."
Professor Zhang took the prescription but didn’t look at it, instead passing it to a doctor behind him.
He was a Western dicine practitioner and had spent his whole career in the Ophthalmology Departnt, so he couldn’t understand traditional Chinese dicine prescriptions. It was better to leave it to the experts.
Seeing the person behind him nod, Professor Zhang also nodded and had them go prepare it imdiately. Then he turned back to Du Heng and asked, "Doctor Du, is there anything else to prepare?"
"Just a set of needle utensils for acupuncture, please."
"Alright, I’ll have soone find them imdiately."
Twenty minutes later, the decoction dicine and needle utensils were all ready.
First, Du Heng had the patient drink the decoction dicine and lie flat for fifteen minutes. When the patient’s urge to vomit was strongest, Du Heng had him lean over the side of the bed and vomit.
When the patient had vomited so much their whole body was curled up, Du Heng had them slowly lie back down.
But this wasn’t over. Once the patient lay down and felt slightly more comfortable, Du Heng unbuttoned the patient’s clothes over the abdon and inserted six needles directly into the liver area.
"Doctor Du, what are you doing?" Professor Zhang, observing from behind, couldn’t help but ask, puzzled.
Du Heng, while slowly adjusting the needles, explained, "This soothes the liver ridian and invigorates liver blood, reducing the damage from the twisted liver lobes. In about half an hour, he’ll be able to move normally and will be fine. Otherwise, his liver area will be uncomfortable for so ti."
"Oh." Professor Zhang acknowledged, then turned to the patient, who was still lying with eyes closed. "Well, Doctor Du, can the patient open his eyes now?"
"He can open them now," Du Heng replied. "But tell him to do it slowly. His vision will still be blurry at first, so he should adjust and adapt gradually."
Full of anticipation, Professor Zhang said to the patient, "Co on, try opening your eyes."
Du Heng smiled faintly, not paying them further attention, and focused on adjusting the fine needles himself.
However, the feedback he heard from them matched his expectations.
Only after opening and closing his eyes three or four tis did the patient’s vision fully return to normal.
By this ti, Du Heng had also finished the acupuncture treatnt and began to remove the needles one by one.
An eye condition that had stumped nurous experts was thus resolved with a few bouts of vomiting. Seeing the patient’s state, it seed he could probably be discharged imdiately without any issues.
Professor Zhang was very happy, not in the least bit displeased that a young man, a traditional Chinese dicine doctor, had cured his patient.
"Doctor Du, are there any precautions to take afterward?"
"From the prescription I just wrote, remove the lon stalk. Have him take two more doses to nourish the liver, and he’ll be fine."
Professor Zhang imdiately turned to the doctor behind him and said, "Follow Doctor Du’s instructions. Perform another check-up on the patient, and if there are no issues, he can be discharged."
Then, he said to Du Heng, "Doctor Du, shall we go back?"
After returning to the office and exchanging so mutual praise, Du Heng prepared to leave. Professor Zhang, however, said, "Doctor Du, it’s already noon. Let’s go have a al together. Our hospital’s canteen, I think, is quite good."
Du Heng smiled and declined, "There’s no need to trouble you, Professor Zhang. I really must get back now. I ca out to have so fun with my girlfriend. I left her alone at the hotel this morning, and she’s already angry. If I don’t go back now, she’ll be even harder to pacify."
Professor Zhang laughed heartily. "Since you have things to do, I won’t insist. Taking care of your girlfriend is important. By the way, Doctor Du, I was wondering if you might be free the day after tomorrow in the afternoon?"
Du Heng was slightly taken aback. "Is there sothing you need, Professor Zhang?"
"Well, the day after tomorrow afternoon, there’s an ophthalmology salon discussion at the XX Hotel. Not only dostic ophthalmology experts but also many internationally renowned professors will be attending. If you’re interested, Doctor Du, we could go together."
Du Heng imdiately beca conflicted.
Such a salon discussion would undoubtedly be high-class.
And with experts like Professor Zhang attending, it was definitely an invaluable opportunity within the specialty.
But this was an ophthalmology salon, and it would definitely be primarily focused on Western dicine.
From any perspective, it wouldn’t be very useful for . Besides, if I were to attend, I might seem out of place.
Ah, if it were a discussion about traditional Chinese dicine, how nice that would be.
Du Heng felt a little regretful but was still grateful for Professor Zhang’s invitation. "Thank you for thinking so highly of , Professor Zhang. However, I’m not an ophthalmologist and don’t know much about the field. If I went, I probably wouldn’t understand anything and might even embarrass you. So, I think I’ll pass."
Professor Zhang wasn’t surprised by Du Heng’s refusal. "There’s no pressure. It’s just an internal industry discussion for ophthalmology. It’s fine if you don’t go. If other suitable events co up next ti, I’ll help put you in touch."
"Alright, thank you, Professor Zhang."
This harmonious visit thus concluded perfectly.
It was a bit regrettable, though. It wasn’t about traditional Chinese dicine or the Internal dicine Departnt, which were his main interests. He would have been even happier if it had been about surgery.
But all in all, it was a very aningful event, so Du Heng didn’t dwell on it too much. After exiting the hospital, he bid Director Zheng and the others farewell, and the two groups went their separate ways to attend to their own matters.
What about Du Heng?
Naturally, he rushed back to the hotel without delay. He wondered if Wu Shengnan was still angry.
However, when Du Heng returned to the hotel room and saw Wu Shengnan still in bed, snoring soundly, he finally felt relieved.
But looking at the soundly sleeping Wu Shengnan, Du Heng felt a mix of amusent and exasperation. He couldn’t resist reaching out and nudging her. "Wake up! Hey, wake up! Ti to go climb the Great Wall!"
Wu Shengnan rolled her eyes at Du Heng, then closed them again. Her body, which he had just pulled up, went limp and flopped back down. "How are you back so soon? I feel like I just fell asleep."
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