Although Mr. Ren was lying down, he was still conscious and scolded with a smile:
"Old Han, birth, old age, sickness, and death are destined by heaven. I've lived to be 86, and it's worth it. Besides, I'm not suffering now. I still have two disciples to take care of me in my old age."
Lin Sanqi had a smile on his face, but he felt indescribably sad in his heart.
According to the original history, if a time traveler like me had not appeared, these old people in front of me would probably have died alone in the cowshed, right?
"Master Han, today is the Winter Solstice, the Little New Year, so let's be happy. Master Ren may be ill, but I see he looks so radiant, he should have no problem living another 20 years."
Old Master Xiao Longyou laughed heartily and said, "Xiao Qi, is it possible that the kang is heated too much?"
Hahahaha~~~A group of old men started laughing.
Obviously, for them, life and death have long been indifferent, and death is not a taboo.
Lin Sanqi then took the initiative to pour hot rice wine for each old man, and then poured a cup of hot milk for Mr. Ren:
"Time and human affairs are urging us to move forward. The winter solstice is about to end and spring is coming. 1961 is almost over. I believe the country's difficulties will also be over. People's lives will get better and better. As long as we are alive, there is hope. Let's all drink!"
Mr. Shi Jinmo also raised his glass:
"Is Xiao Qi feeling poetic today? Let's have a drink together, but Lao Ren and Xiao Ye Zi can only drink milk, hehe~~"
"Cheers~~~"
“Eat some food~~~”
After five dishes and three rounds of wine, Mr. Shi finally asked:
"Xiao Qi, are your parents doing well in Hong Kong?"
Lin Sanqi was waiting beside him, helping Mr. Ren peel the shrimps while replying:
"It's pretty good. My family opened a Chinese medicine clinic, and business is good. The clinic is packed with patients every day. My dad is very busy now. He used to work in the company and didn't have to worry about anything, but now he's his own boss, so he's very motivated."
When the other old men heard this, they all sighed:
"You are a man of foresight. You let your parents go away early. Look at us. We have all these skills but they are useless. We can only bask in the sun and wait to die every day."
An idea flashed through Lin Sanqi's mind, and he wondered whether he should take these old men to Hong Kong as well?
These are all great Chinese medicine masters of the Republic of China, national treasure-level Chinese medicine practitioners, and the last generation of Chinese medicine masters in Chinese history.
After this group of people died, even though Chinese medicine did not cease to exist, it began to decline, and then all kinds of fake masters began to run rampant and cheat people out of money.
But looking at Mr. Ren’s condition, he might die on the way.
"By the way, Masters, I have some difficult problems that I would like you to help me with."
While eating delicious food, Mr. Han said casually: "If you want to ask, just ask. There's no need to be fussy."
"Well, my family owns a pharmaceutical company in Hong Kong. I have an idea. I want to use Western medicine's pharmaceutical methods to study whether we can also extract effective ingredients from our Chinese herbal medicines and make them into tablets.
But as you know, there are more than 10,000 kinds of Chinese medicine, and thousands of Chinese medicine diagnoses, so I would like to ask the masters to give me some advice. Which direction should I go in for research? Which is the easiest way to get results?
Mr. Xiao asked doubtfully:
"You mean, you want to make Chinese medicine into pills like Western medicine?"
Lin Sanqi affirmed, "Yes, that's what I mean. Then you don't have to boil the medicine every day. You can carry a small bottle with you. When you want to take it, just look at the number of pills at a time and take it several times a day. How convenient is that?"
Mr. Shi was also quite curious when he heard this:
"Xiao Qi, your idea is quite unique. Traditional Chinese medicine used to require more tests and a clear diagnosis. Now you're trying to refine traditional Chinese medicine into Western medicine. It seems you're trying to reform traditional Chinese medicine. You're quite ambitious."
Lin Sanqi sighed after hearing this:
"Traditional Chinese medicine must make progress. The rise of Western medicine is now inevitable. Will traditional Chinese medicine sit back and wait for death, or fight back? This is the time to test us Chinese doctors."
Mr. Han was not convinced after hearing this:
"Xiao Qi, you're too pessimistic. Traditional Chinese medicine has existed for thousands of years, and in just a few short years, it's been defeated by Western medicine?"
"That's right, everything exists for a reason, don't be afraid!"
"I also think that Western medicine has its advantages and Chinese medicine has its wonders. They each have their strengths."
Lin Sanqi didn't get angry, and gave an example to make everyone shut up:
"Masters, think about it. Tuberculosis has been around for thousands of years. Our Chinese medicine practitioners have tried everything, but there's no cure. But look, I invented the Western medicine Etopiridine tablets, which can cure it completely. This is the power of Western medicine."
Seeing that everyone was still unconvinced, Lin Sanqi gave another example:
"For example, history says that Hua Tuo wanted to perform a craniotomy on Cao Cao. If you were Cao Cao himself, would you dare to do that?
Anyway, if I were Cao Cao, I would drag Hua Tuo out and behead him anyway. This is complete nonsense.
Even if you, Hua Tuo, have Ma Fei San, let's not talk about whether this anesthetic is reliable. Let's just say that you, Hua Tuo, don't even know what's going on in the brain. Is it a neuralgic headache? Or a space-occupying headache? Or a blood stasis headache?
Even if you, like Hua Tuo, could guess what was causing Cao Cao's headaches, how would you know where the problem was in the brain? The brainstem? The diencephalon? The telencephalon? The cerebellum?
Take the telencephalon for example. It is the highest part of the central nervous system, which refers to the left and right cerebral hemispheres. The diencephalon is divided into five regions: the dorsal thalamus, posterior thalamus, epithalamus, subthalamus, and hypothalamus.
How did Hua Tuo identify the problem? I have to point out that different parts of the brain have different functions:
For example, the frontal lobe controls motor function; the parietal lobe processes body sensory information, including touch, temperature, and pain; the temporal lobe is the auditory and language center; the cerebellum maintains posture and coordination, etc.
Masters, do you think Hua Tuo understood these anatomical structures? He knew nothing at all. He relied on a bowl of Chinese medicine, Ma Fei San, without any tools, no sterilization equipment, no ECG monitor, and no ventilator.
He closed his eyes and used a saw and a hammer to perform surgery on Cao Cao. If Cao Cao was not stupid, he would not let Hua Tuo do such a stupid thing. It was obvious that he wanted to harm him.
Masters, tell me, Western medicine can even perform surgery on the brain, and yet we are still complacent about legendary miracle doctors and miracle drugs. How can Chinese medicine make progress?
These words made all the masters of traditional Chinese medicine blush.
Regarding the story that Hua Tuo wanted to perform a craniotomy, this is all a self-flattering statement made by traditional Chinese medicine practitioners. Anyone with a little bit of intelligence would not believe this legend.
Even the so-called first anesthetic in the world, Ma Fei San, only remains in legend and has no actual evidence.
Even in 2014, when technology is so advanced, have you ever heard of anyone using Chinese herbal soup for anesthesia?
We should not just listen to what others say, but look at what they do. There is an old Chinese saying that goes, "Talk without practice is just empty talk."
Mr. Shi has always supported the advancement and improvement of Traditional Chinese Medicine, so he was the first to ask:
"Then Xiaoqi, tell me, which direction should we, as Chinese medicine practitioners, research in?"
Lin Sanqi also thought about this problem.
Because his research direction is to go to another time and space, it must be separated from Western medicine.
For example, for tuberculosis, there is already a quadruple therapy and drugs have been invented, so it doesn’t make much sense for traditional Chinese medicine to get involved.
There are also some infectious diseases, and there are many types of antibiotics. If you want traditional Chinese medicine to compete with antibiotics, this can only be written in novels.
So Lin Sanqi is targeting those areas that Western medicine and Western drugs cannot conquer.
For example: tumor.
For example: hepatitis B.
There are many other diseases that cannot be conquered, such as the simplest ones such as high blood pressure, diabetes, high blood lipids, and high uric acid, which are the legendary four highs, which Western medicine cannot conquer.
However, these chronic diseases have too many causes, such as genetic factors and aging degenerative problems, such as arteriosclerosis, which cannot be changed by drugs.
If these diseases could really be cured, humans would be able to achieve immortality and change their fate, which is obviously impossible.
But tumors and hepatitis B are different.
For example, malignant tumors, or cancer, have 5 million new cases each year in China alone.
These people are truly pitiful. They are willing to spend all their money to treat a tumor, not afraid of spending money, just for a glimmer of hope. (End of this chapter)
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