Chapter 97: Argument...
"I understand your perspective, but Mr. Qu has already reached the stage of 'gangrene'. His yang deficiency and coldness have reached an extreme, resulting in a state of 'chronic coldness'."
Chen Yin still insisted on her own idea and remained calm when facing Mr. Qi's disapproving look.
The two doctors who were confronting each other had not said anything serious yet, but the people watching around them were frightened.
Mr. Qu didn't want to see the two people arguing about his troublesome illness, so he spoke out to stop them.
"Young comrade, I know you're doing this for my own good, but I've had this chronic illness for so many years, I might die before it does."
"Hahahaha!" In order to ease the atmosphere, Mr. Qu patted his numb legs and laughed out loud.
Chen Yin did not back down because of the other party's words and continued to express her judgment.
"To put it simply, Mr. Qu's body is like a refrigerator. Cold is trapped inside, blocking his blood vessels. How can we break the ice and thaw it without using strong, spicy, and hot medicines?"
"Currently, Mr. Qu has only suffered necrosis, erosion, and loss of part of his toes, but if this continues, it will spread upwards, and amputation will be his only option for the rest of his life."
As soon as these words were spoken, the atmosphere in the room became stagnant.
Everyone looked at Chen Yin in disbelief, not understanding how she dared to make such a judgment.
Everyone subconsciously looked in the direction of Mr. Qi, only to see him deliberately avoiding their gaze, which showed that what Chen Yin said was true.
As the person involved, Mr. Qu naturally knew about his illness, but he had been recuperating with excellent medical staff for many years. It was just a minor foot injury, and this busy man didn't take it seriously at all.
Never mind the foot injury. He had gone through so many hardships back then, so what’s a little foot injury?
"Oh my! You doctors love to exaggerate the severity of people's illnesses. I'm almost getting calluses from hearing all this."
Mayor Zhou saw that Mr. Qu didn't care about his waving of hands and couldn't help but shout out anxiously.
"Mr. Qu!"
He has been very clear about Chen Yin's medical skills over the past year and she would never tell a lie. So there is only one truth: Mr. Qu's condition has become more serious.
"Your health is not just your concern. You have to consider the health of millions of people."
"You white-faced scholars only know how to say these sensational words. I, a peasant, don't understand these things. Don't try to persuade me. I will go back immediately after seeing the water conservancy project in Xuchuan Town."
“Okay, okay!”
Mayor Zhou was very satisfied with the answer. When the old man returned, he would have someone to hold him back, and he would no longer have to worry about him refusing the doctor's treatment.
The patient was so resistant that Chen Yin had no other options, and even the medication had no effect.
Mr. Qi put the prescription in his pocket and asked his students to take out the medicine he had given to Qu Gonggong before, boil it on the spot, and overcome the current difficulties first.
After leaving, Mayor Zhou repeatedly asked Chen Yin to confirm whether Mr. Qu's illness was really incurable.
"If you still want to keep your limbs intact, I suggest you stop everything you are doing and devote yourself to treatment under the doctor's guidance."
"Okay, I understand."
Mayor Zhou turned and left, quickly dialed a phone, told his family the news he had learned, and asked his family to help find someone to persuade him.
At the same time, after arranging everything, Mr. Qi found Chen Yin again.
"Doctor Chen, I know you're a good doctor, but I still advise you to think carefully about the dosage. Don't let a small mistake affect your future."
"Mr. Qi, you worry too much. I'm just a doctor in a clinic. I diagnose and prescribe medicine. I only treat illnesses and don't care about anything else."
"So it doesn't matter even if there is a possibility of poisoning the patient?" Old Qi was so irritated by Chen Yin's stubborn temper that he spoke without thinking.
Chen Yin subconsciously took a step back to avoid the finger attack from Mr. Qi.
"Are you referring to the dosage of the prescription I just gave you?"
"What else could it be! You, a little girl, can scare an old veteran like me to death with your dosage. Not to mention the highly toxic aconite and monkshood, the amount you used on raw astragalus is also very bold. You should know that all medicines are three-quarters toxic. If something goes wrong with this dosage, you will be doomed."
Old Qi spoke earnestly and sincerely, wishing to show his true feelings to Chen Yin, his capable junior.
"I understand what you mean, but I still stick to my own opinion on the dosage."
Chen Yin still didn't let go, and explained before Mr. Qi could speak again:
"'Treatise on Febrile Diseases' uses a large amount of raw aconite root and raw monkshood, which is rare in ancient and modern times. Didn't Mr. Zhongjing know how toxic they are?"
Upon hearing this, Mr. Qi felt that the girl in front of him was so arrogant that no one dared to compare with Mr. Zhongjing!
He highly recognized Chen Yin's medical skills, but her arrogant temper needed to be tempered.
"Hmph!" Old Qi snorted coldly, ready to hear what Chen Yin had to say.
"In my opinion, the key to using highly toxic herbs like raw aconite lies in the combination, preparation, and decoction methods of the traditional Chinese medicine formulas. Take the Wutou Decoction in the Golden Chamber as an example..."
"The medication requirements specifically state that the dosage for each patient should not be the same."
Mr. Qi had to admit that he was actually somewhat convinced by Chen Yin's "deviant" idea.
But thinking of the medication philosophy and school of thought he had always adhered to, he did not continue to debate with Chen Yin about which treatment method was better, and left with a heavy heart.
This was the first time Chen Yin had argued with someone about the dosage of medicine since she had risen to prominence in Dongyu.
After the game, I was so thirsty that I turned around to find some water to drink.
But she met Qi Wenzhong's praiseful eyes and thumbs-up, "Sister Yinyin, you are really amazing. You actually dared to express your thoughts in front of Mr. Qi. I saw Mr. Qi's sharp eyes and was almost scared to find a place to hide."
"We're just having a professional debate. No matter who's right or wrong, it's not a big deal. Just put your mind at ease."
"How can they be the same? Mr. Qi is the compiler of professional textbooks. Maybe one day, Sister Yinyin, your name will appear in the textbooks too."
"Wen Zhong, if you work hard, maybe you can do it."
"Sister Yin Yin! Do you think my potential is that great?"
The conversation and backs of the two gradually disappeared in front of the dormitory building and walked towards where the bus was parked.
The medical treatment was inconclusive and Chen Yin’s stay in Xuchuan Town was of little use.
It was not known whether Chen Yin's diagnosis worked or Mr. Qu was too busy with his affairs, but he left Xuchuan early the next morning, and Chen Yin and the others also dispersed.
After returning to Tongxi Town, Chen Yin's life had not changed much from before. She still saw patients and prescribed medicine.
But the treatment for Mr. Qu after he returned to the capital was different.
As soon as he landed, he was grabbed by his family members who rushed over and forced to go to the hospital for examination.
The examination results were the same as in previous years: cerebral arteriosclerosis, inferior myocardial infarction, and thromboangiitis obliterans in both lower limbs. The only treatment was surgery.
Not to mention Mr. Qu, even his family members could not accept the solution of amputation.
In desperation, I could only seek treatment from traditional Chinese medicine as before.
Mr. Qu was pushed around by his family members and saw one doctor after another. Not only did he feel cold in his feet, but his heart was also cold.
"I said, I haven't been like this for a year or two, so there's nothing to worry about. I still have a lot of things to do that are related to people's livelihood. I need to get out of bed and take care of official business."
"What do you want to do, you old man!"
How could Mr. Qu's wife, Teacher Wen, agree? The usually gentle person suddenly burst into a roar, scaring everyone present.
"Old Zhou told me that his son found you the best doctor in Dongyu—Dr. Chen. Since joining the Health Bureau, Dr. Chen has never misdiagnosed a single illness and has cured every one of them. He even has successful experience with Parkinson's."
"They said your illness will require amputation if it's not treated. Do you really want to spend the rest of your life confined to a wheelchair?"
Seeing that his lover was about to cry out loud, Mr. Qu retracted his indifferent expression and reluctantly agreed to let someone take a look at her.
Without exception, everyone felt that if Mr. Qu's condition continued to deteriorate, amputation would be the only option.
As Mr. Qu's accompanying physician, Mr. Qi encountered direct contempt from other nationally renowned doctors.
I don’t understand why he could make Mr. Qu become what he is now just by following him?
Mr. Qi really has no words to express his bitterness about this. What else can he do about a person whose stubborn temper cannot be controlled by his family members and other senior leaders?
Teacher Wen didn't care about that. He wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes and asked:
"Old Zhou said that Doctor Chen prescribed a prescription for my son, Lao Qu, but Doctor Qi disagreed. I'd like to ask, for Lao Qu's current condition, do you have any practical treatment plans?"
The implication is that if you don't have any solutions on your side, don't delay the treatment plans offered by others.
Mr. Qi was choked by these words, but it was also the truth. If you occupy the toilet but don't shit there, wouldn't that make people dislike you?
When the others heard that someone had actually prescribed a prescription that was just right for the condition, they all looked at Mr. Qi with curiosity.
"Old Qi, since someone has prescribed a prescription, please take it out and let us see it."
"Whatever the prescription is, what if it can provide us with some ideas for treating Mr. Qu? Let's take a look first."
"Is this Doctor Chen from Dongyu a young lady?"
As soon as Mr. Li said this, everyone present was scared to death.
Only Old Qi looked at Li Wu in surprise, not understanding how the other party knew Chen Yin's identity.
"Old Li, do you know Doctor Chen?"
Li Wu nodded and recounted the scene when he met Chen Yin, with a rare smile on his face.
"At that time, I was invited by the Rong family to go to Dongyu to see Mr. Rong, the head of Xinrong Group. Mr. Rong was lying on the hospital bed, breathing weakly and could die at any time."
"Dr. Chen's diagnosis was clear and rigorous. He determined that the old man was suffering from a true fever and a false cold, and prescribed a prescription that was just right. The effect was immediate and unforgettable. Dr. Chen is truly the youngest medical expert I have ever met."
Li Wu's judgment shocked everyone. There really is such a peerless genius in the world!
For a moment, everyone became more and more curious about the prescription prescribed by Chen Yin.
Since the other party can cure Mr. Rong’s illness, can he also provide new ideas and solutions to Mr. Qu’s illness that has lasted for several years?
Everyone believed that with Mr. Qi's ability, he would never forget a prescription after just one look at it. They stared with wide eyes, waiting for Mr. Qi's answer.
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The author has something to say: ① "Li Ke, a veteran Chinese medicine practitioner, has a special collection of his experience in acute, critical, and difficult diseases"
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