Doctors in society are mainly divided into two factions. One faction regards Western dicine as superior, believing it to be the most scientific, while considering traditional Chinese dicine feudal superstition. The other faction believes traditional Chinese dicine is the most useful; they think that as long as it’s properly understood, no disease is incurable. They see it as the ultimate answer, whereas Western dicine is rely a tool for capital accumulation.
But what people don’t know is that there is a third faction, like Deputy Director Cai right now, who doesn’t lean towards either side and uses whatever is effective.
However, it is this third faction that is the least popular. Their Western dical knowledge is insufficient, and their understanding of the theories of traditional Chinese dicine is shallow. It seems they dabble in both, but neither side wants to associate with them.
Sigh, how did that President Du get so smart? If only he were a full-ti doctor at Provincial First Hospital. If only he were on my team. Sigh.
Ge Long was extrely envious of Du Heng. However, Du Heng himself had significant worries, particularly when dealing with self-righteous patients and their families, which often left him distressed and finding it hard to explain things clearly.
"Doctor, we beg you. We were referred by Director i from the Provincial Won and Children’s Hospital. He said if you can’t help either, we should go to major cities in the south, or even the Capital to seek treatnt."
An auntie with perd, tightly curled hair, accompanied by a fashionably dressed young woman, walked in. The young woman cradled an infant who appeared to be about five or six months old. As soon as they entered, the auntie clasped her hands together and began to plead earnestly with Du Heng.
It had been a while since Du Heng had worked in the outpatient service. He originally planned to gradually introduce Doctor Ma and the others, but persistent requests from old patients, coupled with Du Heng’s own inability to stay idle, led him to resu his once-a-week outpatient clinic.
At this mont, looking at the two adults and the child, Du Heng asked slowly, "No rush, take your ti. Who needs dical attention here?"
The auntie with the perd hair hastily pulled the fashionable young woman forward to sit across from Du Heng. "It’s my little grandson, Doctor. Please help us."
"Don’t worry, tell what’s going on." Du Heng was curious, wondering what illness could have prompted Director i to refer them.
The auntie with the perd hair, her voice slightly agitated, quickly began to unwrap her little grandson from his swaddling clothes as she spoke rapidly, "My little grandson has had diarrhea since birth. We thought he’d get better as he got older, but it’s still the sa now."
"We’ve been to the Provincial Won and Children’s Hospital and the Children Hospital. They ntioned sothing about his intestinal flora. The condition can be controlled with dication, but as soon as the dicine is stopped, the diarrhea starts again."
Du Heng murmured a soft "oh," then began to examine the child while gently trying to keep him entertained.
The child was well-behaved and energetic but looked a little thin; his baby fat wasn’t very noticeable.
"How old is he?"
"Eight months old," the auntie with the perd hair answered quickly.
Eight months. Du Heng couldn’t help but take another look at the child; his developnt seed a bit behind. He then asked, "You said he has diarrhea. What does his stool look like?"
"It’s like water, yellowish-green."
Du Heng humd thoughtfully. "Breastfed or formula-fed?"
"Both."
The auntie with the perd hair, standing behind the fashionable young woman, replied, all the while shooting a disapproving glare, typical of a difficult mother-in-law, at the young woman. "Other children who are only breastfed or only formula-fed grow plump and chubby."
"But my little grandson, despite being breastfed and given imported formula, is still thin. All the nutrients are lost due to the diarrhea."
Du Heng observed everything, the corner of his mouth twitching slightly. The relationships were clear: a mother-in-law, a daughter-in-law, and a grandson—definitely not a mother, daughter, and maternal grandson.
"I just took the child’s pulse," Du Heng said, looking at the two adults. "His Spleen and Stomach are a bit weak, but it’s not a major problem. He’s eight months old; have you introduced any supplentary food?"
The woman holding the baby was about to speak, but her mother-in-law behind her interjected, "I read online that a child’s digestive system is still weak, and giving supplentary food will increase the burden on their gastrointestinal tract, so I haven’t allowed any."
"Last month, the doctor at the Children Hospital told us to add so supplentary food for the child. We did when we got ho, but as soon as he started eating it, his diarrhea got worse, and he even developed stomach pain. We were so scared that we stopped imdiately."
"Later, we went to the Provincial Won and Children’s Hospital and got so dicine, but it still didn’t help much."
Du Heng sighed inwardly. His least favorite type of patient was the kind who researched illnesses online. If the internet is so great, why not just use that for treatnt? Why bother coming to the hospital and seeing a doctor?
To still claim the child’s gastrointestinal tract was too weak for supplentary food at eight months... were they planning to wait until he was an adult before letting him eat rice and noodles? He was speechless.
However, Du Heng could only grumble about these things internally; he couldn’t say them out loud. Otherwise, he’d surely face an onslaught of the perd-haired auntie’s theories.
"How do you know Director i?"
"Oh, our daughter-in-law had so complications during childbirth. The baby had trouble breathing right after he was born, so he was sent to the Pediatric Intensive Care Unit."
Du Heng acknowledged with another "oh," then looked at the two won and said, "There’s nothing fundantally wrong with the child. It’s just that his gastrointestinal system is weak, leading to poor nutrient absorption."
"Doctor, what you’re saying is similar to what the Children Hospital told us. So, how should we treat this? They prescribed dicine, but it didn’t seem effective."
Listening to the perd-haired auntie interject again, Du Heng felt a twinge of annoyance. "It doesn’t require special treatnt. I’ll give you a thod. Go ho and feed your child according to this thod, and he should be fine within three days."
Hearing that it would only take three days, the woman holding the child beca excited. Just as she was about to speak, her mother-in-law cut in front of her again, "Doctor, don’t worry about the money. Just prescribe dicine; we can afford it."
Du Heng couldn’t help but rub his forehead. "The thod I’m suggesting is dietary therapy. As the saying goes, ’food is the best dicine.’ Besides, for such a young child, constantly taking dicine is hard on his system."
"Moreover, the child’s gastrointestinal system is already weak. If you keep using dication daily, it will overtax his system, preventing him from recovering properly. It could even lead to a chronic condition."
These words directly refuted the perd-haired auntie. As Du Heng finished speaking, the woman holding the child couldn’t help but roll her eyes, ensuring her mother-in-law behind her didn’t see.
Du Heng shook his head and asked directly, "Do you know about rice oil?"
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