Chapter 588 Disadvantages of Traditional Chinese and Western Medicine
On the way to send Ye Rou out of school, Luo Jitong suddenly asked Ye Rou about her opinion on Western medicine.
He sighed, "Chen Guang and others say that Chinese medicine pulse diagnosis relies on vague feelings and cannot detect any problems at all. It's nonsense. Some Chinese medicine practitioners think that Western medicine relies too much on machines and will not treat patients without medical equipment. Ye Rou, what do you think?"
"Chinese and Western medicine each have their pros and cons." Ye Rou studied Western medicine in her previous life, and Chinese medicine in this life. No one has more say on this topic than her.
"Western medicine is highly targeted, but its side effects are also significant. Surgery can resolve difficult and complicated illnesses, but the risk of subsequent complications is high. Relying too heavily on unified standards and guidelines makes it impossible to tailor medication to each patient's individual needs. For some chronic diseases, it's difficult to pinpoint the exact cause, and treatment outcomes are suboptimal..."
Ye Rou spoke eloquently about the Western pastry problem.
Luo Jitong looked surprised.
He didn't expect that Ye Rou, who majored in Traditional Chinese Medicine, knew so much about Western medicine.
Ye Rou continued, "Traditional Chinese Medicine relies too much on the doctor's subjective experience and the patient's vague feelings when assessing a condition, and cannot achieve the objectivity and precision of Western medicine. Although traditional Chinese medicine can be prescribed according to different body constitutions, the ingredients are complex, and poisoning or adverse reactions are still possible. Western medicine cannot be mass-produced, and differences in the quality of medicinal materials will also affect the efficacy of the medicine. The treatment cycle is long, and there is a lack of targeted control for certain infections or diseases that require precise intervention..."
Luo Jitong blinked and asked tentatively, "How do you think the problems with Chinese and Western medicine can be improved?"
Ye Rou said helplessly, "Dean Luo, please stop testing me. I agree with the integration of Chinese and Western medicine, taking advantage of their strengths, but my agreement alone is useless."
"How can it be useless? As the first Chinese medicine practitioner to join the Western Medicine Association, you can eliminate the prejudices of some people within the association, change the competitive environment between Chinese and Western medicine, and lay a good foundation for the future development of Beijing's medical industry!"
Luo Jitong became more and more excited as he spoke, his voice became more and more excited, and his eyes became brighter and brighter.
"Dean Luo, your idea is very good, but I'm sorry, I can't join the Western Medicine Association." Ye Rou still refused.
Luo Jitong thought she was afraid of being targeted by other doctors, so he quickly said, "Don't worry, I'll protect you in the association. No one will dare to bully you."
Ye Rou shook her head: "It's not because of these."
Seeing Luo Jitong's refusal to give up until the truth was revealed, Ye Rou could only say, "The three presidents of the Chinese Medicine Association are my senior brothers. Given the current conflict between the Chinese and Western Medicine Associations, if I join the Western Medicine Association, it might backfire and further exacerbate the conflict between the two associations."
"Are Ding Zichun and the other three your senior brothers?" Luo Jitong suddenly turned his head to look at Ye Rou.
Ye Rou nodded.
All of Luo Jitong's ideas of using Ye Rou as a breakthrough point, and of Chinese and Western medicine putting aside their contradictions and working together to move forward, have gone down the drain.
Yes, Ye Rou should have a master, otherwise how could she defeat Chen Guang with what she learned in just one month of school.
Luo Jitong's eyes were dim.
Seeing his disappointment, Ye Rou couldn't bear it and said, "President Luo, I believe that in fifty years, Chinese and Western medicine will be able to put aside their contradictions and work hand in hand. But this kind of thing can't be rushed, it must be done step by step."
The contradictions between traditional Chinese and Western medicine in Beijing are becoming increasingly serious. To resolve the problem requires time and patience, and it is by no means an overnight task.
Luo Jitong was depressed: "Fifty years later, it's been too long. I originally thought that promoting the establishment of a hospital integrating traditional Chinese and Western medicine would resolve the conflict between the two sides, but I didn't expect it to have the opposite effect and become more and more serious."
A hospital integrating traditional Chinese and Western medicine?
After the competition, Ye Rou seemed to have heard that the Chinese and Western medicine associations were betting on the control of the hospital to see who would win between her and Chen Guang.
Originally, the Western Medicine Association was determined to win, but they never expected to lose the bet to the Traditional Chinese Medicine Association.
To remove the sarcoma, you have to cut open the skin and peel off the flesh...
Ye Rou: "A hospital combining Chinese and Western medicine is a good idea."
"Yeah, what a pity." Luo Jitong sighed, "I just found out yesterday that the higher-ups rejected this suggestion."
Ye Rou tilted her head, puzzled, "Why was it rejected?"
"People from the Chinese Medicine Association wanted to set up their own hospital, but there was too much opposition, and the higher-ups were afraid of further exacerbating the conflict, so they withdrew."
Just when Ye Rou was in class, Luo Jitong just received the news.
Things had come to this point, and Ye Rou couldn't offer any further advice.
Her current identity is indeed a bit sensitive. The three presidents are her seniors, and as a student of University A, Dean Luo can barely be considered half a teacher to her.
I really don’t know who to persuade and who to support.
Hearing Dean Luo sigh, she lowered her head silently without any comfort.
Ye Rou didn't want to get involved in the conflict between the two associations, and she didn't want to get involved in this mess.
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"puff!"
Ye Rou spat out a mouthful of tea, not even bothering to wipe it off. She looked at her master in shock and asked, "Senior Brother wants me to be the director of the Chinese Medicine Hospital?"
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