Du Heng looked at Xu Pinglin and smiled. "I think I've found the cause of his recurring condition."
"What's the cause?" Xu Pinglin asked quickly. He was also greatly troubled by this patient.
However, Du Heng didn't rush to address Xu Pinglin's anxiety. Instead, he turned and walked towards the hospital room. "Let go confirm it." As his words fell, Du Heng had already returned to the hospital room.
In the hospital room, the patient had just picked up his bowl and chopsticks, ready to eat. Seeing Du Heng suddenly return, he couldn't help but pause. "Doctor, is there sothing else?"
Du Heng walked closer and looked at the al in the patient's hand: cold noodles with tomato and egg, accompanied by cold-tossed celtuce. It looked, slled, and tasted wonderful. Du Heng was still a ter away, but the aroma was already wafting into his nostrils.
"This al looks wonderful, very appetizing," Du Heng complinted the patient's wife.
The man also smiled and said, "Doctor, you should try so too. My wife's cooking skills definitely surpass those of a five-star hotel chef."
"No, thank you. Please, go ahead and eat," Du Heng declined the man's kind offer, smiling as he said, "I have a few questions for you."
The man lowered the hand holding his bowl slightly. "Go ahead, Doctor."
"This tomato and scrambled eggs, do you eat it often?"
"Not really. I just add it when I have noodles. It tastes great with noodles and helps keep them from clumping together."
Du Heng then asked, "So, how often do you eat noodles?"
"Almost every day. Except for breakfast, at least one of my other two als is noodles," the man said, laughing. "We people from the Northwest feel like sothing's missing if we go a al without noodles."
Du Heng chuckled. "That's true. I can eat noodles for every al, but I can't stand eating rice for several als in a row. By the way, can you tell what you usually eat for breakfast?"
"Of course," the man was very cooperative. "In the morning, sotis I have millet porridge and stead buns. Sotis, if I don't feel like eating, I'll just drink so honey water to cleanse my stomach. Or I'll have whole wheat bread from the supermarket—the pure, coarse grain kind—with a salted duck egg. That keeps full all morning."
This ti, Du Heng didn't comnt. Instead, he smiled and asked, "You don't drink milk? Milk is more nutritious, you know."
The man gave an embarrassed smile. "I don't drink it often, but my kids love it. When I drink milk, whether it's diluted or not, I always think it has a sort of fishy taste. I just can't get used to it."
"If you can't even handle milk, I suppose you don't eat mutton then? That has an even stronger gay odor."
The man nodded readily. "You're right, Doctor. When it cos to food, I prefer sweet and sour flavors, sothing milder. Mutton itself has a strong gay taste. To get rid of that gay taste, you have to add strong seasonings like pepper, chili, garlic, and green onions, and I can't stand those even more."
"Then, with your dietary habits, you must have so fruit every day, right?"
"Well, how should I put it? We have a child at ho, just one. So, fruit after als has beco essential. We give him different fruits every day—waterlon, strawberries, oranges, bananas, kiwis, and so on—to supplent vitamins that might be lacking in his regular als. My wife and I just get to eat whatever is left over, thanks to him."
After listening quietly to the man finish, Du Heng sighed. The expression on his face was extrely complex; even he himself didn't quite know what to make of it. This man's actions really brought to mind that old saying: 'Taking dicine without observing dietary restrictions ruins the doctor's efforts.'
Xu Pinglin glanced at Du Heng. Seeing Du Heng's unreadable emotion, he couldn't help but ask, "President Du, why are you asking all this?"
Du Heng pursed his lips, looked at the man before him, and asked, "Do you think this kind of diet is good?"
The man also noticed Du Heng's odd expression, but he had absolutely no doubts about his own diet. His wife had formulated it after extensively reading various nutritional cookbooks. Besides, apart from his stomach discomfort, he had none of the typical middle-aged problems like obesity, greasiness, the 'three highs,' or kidney deficiency.
So, after hearing Du Heng's question, he looked at him suspiciously. "Is my diet not nutritionally balanced?"
Du Heng didn't answer the man's question. Instead, he countered, "Traditional Chinese dicine emphasizes dietary restrictions in treatnt. You know that, right?"
The man nodded. "Of course, I definitely know that. And I know my stomach is weak, so I completely avoid irritating foods like chili peppers."
Du Heng simply shook his head at the man's reply. "That's not the right way to observe dietary restrictions. They should be chosen based on your own body's 'heat' or 'cold' nature. The nutritional balance you ntioned, from a Western dicine perspective, is indeed fine. Western dicine doesn't have this concept of dietary restrictions. So, your diet absolutely aligns with Western nutritional design. But you've seen the results. You're using the most scientific thods, eating the most nutritious al plans, and keeping your food as bland as possible. Yet, this gastritis of yours just keeps recurring and doesn't get better. anwhile, those people who eat barbecue, drink beer, have crayfish, and even indulge in hot pot every few days are surprisingly perfectly fine. Why is that? It's because your dietary restrictions aren't the right ones for you."
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