Chapter 67 Differences between Traditional Chinese Medicine and Western Medicine
Hearing Lin Sanqi's question, Pan Zhengquan's face was a little sad:
"Ah, actually, I've already seen a lot of doctors, and they all diagnosed me with tuberculosis. Penicillin was working fine before, and my condition was improving. But look at the situation now, alas..."
Penicillin, which can be translated as "penicillin", was as valuable as gold during World War II.
At that time, most of the penicillin in the country was smuggled in by a wealthy man from Hong Kong on a small boat. It was more valuable, so it could be used to cover the national flag after his death.
Officially, the first penicillin in China was invented in 1949. In fact, this is an exaggeration. It was mainly because Dr. Fan Qingsheng, who studied in the United States, brought back three penicillin strains to China and developed it in the laboratory.
Even though the official announcement in the 1950s that Shanghai Factory No. 3 was already capable of mass-producing penicillin was a limited annual output in a production workshop with only 12 workers relying entirely on manual cultivation.
Lactose, one of the key raw materials for penicillin production, is entirely dependent on imports, so production has not increased and prices have not fallen.
Pan Zhengquan was a professor before, so naturally he had enough money to get penicillin.
But now Professor Pan has become Pan Laoyou, and even his salary has been stopped. You still want penicillin to treat your illness? Sorry, no, that's the reality.
"Penicillin?"
Lin Sanqi thought for a moment, then shook his head:
"In fact, penicillin is only a temporary solution for tuberculosis, not the root cause. It may be effective for infections caused by tuberculosis and can alleviate symptoms. But it is ineffective against the tuberculosis bacillus. This is why Uncle Pan, you have not been able to cure tuberculosis."
Pan Zhengquan and his wife's eyes lit up:
Pan Ye asked in surprise, "Oh, Lin Sanqi, you also know Western medicine?"
Lin Sanqi raised his chin and said, "That's right, I studied Western medicine."
"Then why are you still working at Kuanjie Chinese Medicine Hospital? Shouldn't you be working at Union Hospital?"
At that time, the best Western medicine hospital in Beijing was Union Medical College Hospital, which was founded by Rockefeller of the United States in 1921. It could be called the No. 1 Western medicine hospital in China.
Lin Sanqi could only scratch his head when asked by the little girl:
"It's a long story. It's mainly because of my parents and my two brothers who both work at Kuanjie Chinese Medicine Hospital, so I have no choice but to go there."
Pan Zhengquan nodded, thinking that these days everything is family-based, and they can take better care of each other and support each other, so it is normal for Comrade Lin to go to his parents' workplace.
Pan Ye felt that he could get along well with Lin Sanqi, so he spoke without hesitation:
"Then, do you have any way to cure my father's illness using Western medicine?"
Lin Sanqi wanted to show off in front of the girl's parents, so he used his limited knowledge of traditional Chinese medicine to deceive them:
"Traditional Chinese medicine believes that pulmonary tuberculosis is caused by an unknown congenital condition, followed by worry, fatigue, and a long-term illness that weakens the body and leads to a loss of vital energy. Externally, it is caused by tuberculosis worms, which allow the evil to enter the body and cause the disease.
The patients mainly experience symptoms such as coughing, sputum production and night sweats. They sweat abnormally after falling asleep and the sweating stops after waking up. The treatment of traditional Chinese medicine is mainly to kill parasites, treat tuberculosis, and replenish deficiency and nourish the vital energy.
In the early stages, treatments are needed to activate blood circulation, remove blood stasis, clear away heat and eliminate phlegm, while in the later stages, the main focus is on strengthening the body and replenishing qi and blood."
The Pan family nodded repeatedly, feeling similar to that of a fortune teller.
Pan Ye himself also studied medicine and was not unfamiliar with this theory. Seeing that Lin Sanqi was right, he became more convinced.
Seeing that the Pan family was listening attentively, Lin Sanqi spoke even more enthusiastically:
"However, Western medicine believes that pulmonary tuberculosis is mainly caused by the Mycobacterium tuberculosis complex, such as Mycobacterium tuberculosis, Mycobacterium bovis, Mycobacterium africanum and Mycobacterium voles.
The main approach to Western medicine treatment is to kill bacteria. As long as the tuberculosis bacteria are killed, tuberculosis will naturally be cured. Therefore, if Uncle Pan wants to recover from his tuberculosis, he still needs to treat it from the perspective of killing bacteria, which is the fundamental solution.
Pan Zhengquan understood:
"Comrade Lin, what you mean is that my tuberculosis is caused by a bacteria, and the best treatment option right now is to kill the bacteria."
"Yes, that's what I mean!"
"As far as I know, penicillin is a bactericidal drug. But even if you can get it, Comrade Lin, we can't afford it right now."
Pan Ye's originally hopeful eyes suddenly dimmed. Yes, after all, penicillin is still needed, but the problem is that the Pan family has no money. This is a dead end.
Lin Sanqi thought that there was a complete and mature anti-tuberculosis treatment drug plan in 2013, and the price was not expensive.
Excluding the examination fees, treatment fees, bed fees, nursing fees, etc., the only cost for the medicine itself is a few thousand yuan for a course of treatment.
Lin Sanqi was a little greedy for the girl's body, so his head was a little hot, and he patted his chest and said:
"Uncle Pan, let's see. Comrade Pan Ye and I hit it off right away. I'll find a way to get the antibiotics and make sure Uncle Pan lives a healthy life and recovers."
Pan Zhengquan and his wife looked at Lin Sanqi with strange expressions, and then looked at their daughter whose face was as red as an apple.
I thought, wow, these two have only known each other for a day, and they're already so direct and blatantly showing their affection? Are all young people these days so aggressive?
They are sending food and pork, and now they are even sending antibiotics that are as valuable as gold.
Pan Zhengquan is in his forties, so naturally he would not think that Lin Sanqi is a modern-day Hua Tuo. Even Hua Tuo would have to charge for medicine and consultation, right? So there is only one conclusion.
This kid has his eyes on the cabbage in his garden.
Pan Zhengquan was a little hesitant about whether to accept this "ill-intentioned" offer.
If you accept it, you can cure your illness and maybe even have enough to eat.
But if you accept it, it means "selling your daughter for fame and fortune". What if the other party is a wolf in sheep's clothing, wouldn't that be pushing your daughter into the fire pit?
While Pan Zhengquan's expression was uncertain, Pan Ye couldn't help but:
"Lin Sanqi, do you really have a way to cure my dad? Then, can you treat him first? How much does it cost... I, I owe you first, and I will definitely find a way to repay you later!"
After hearing this, Pan Zhengquan really wanted to cover his forehead, thinking that his little Baicai was still too inexperienced and too naive. The hardest thing to repay in the world is the debt of gratitude.
Lin Sanqi didn't think too much about it. He was more concerned with pleasing the girl. After all, the girl was Mao Xiaotong. What straight man wouldn't like Mao Xiaotong?
"Okay, but I need to get a sputum sample from Uncle Pan first to test it to confirm whether it's tuberculosis. That way I can prescribe the right medicine."
"Great, Dad, cough up some phlegm. I'll get a cup... Lin Sanqi, is one phlegm enough?"
Pan Zhengquan thought, forget it, everything is fate after all, just let it go.
"Ahem, tui~~~~"
(End of this chapter)
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