People are all afraid of getting sick.
Everyone wants to live.
Young people think they're made of steel, but as they grow older, they realize that a skilled doctor is like another life for them.
In the end, the old Chinese medicine doctor and his grandson were released.
But at the hospital, they still had no work. The old Chinese medicine doctor was filled with anxiety. He only had this one skill. If he didn't get paid, how would he survive with his grandson?
Fan Xiaofan was asking around about the whereabouts of the old Chinese medicine doctor and his grandson when he arrived. He breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that the people had been released. He had just made the worst-case scenario plan: if those people didn't release them, going to Xiangyang Brigade would be a good option.
But the best thing is that everyone is safe and sound.
She went up to find out what happened and learned that the group of people had been reprimanded by their elders and then released the person.
When the old Chinese medicine doctor saw Fan Xiaofan, he was filled with emotion: "I just don't understand, I just don't understand..."
Fan Xiaofan didn't say much, only that: "Historically, there have been several times when traditional Chinese medicine was in danger of being replaced, but it has proven its ability time and time again, turning danger into safety and forging its own path. Even if they deny it, aren't there still more people willing to believe in it?"
The old Chinese medicine doctor shook his head: "How could that be, Xiao Fan? Don't try to comfort me. Look at the hospital now, Western medicine is all the rage. We old folks are just objects sitting there."
"No, you are very capable."
If it weren't for the old traditional Chinese medicine doctor, Ruan Jiu's poison would probably have left him weak and frail, just like the historical records suggest.
And now, he is perfectly fine, as if nothing had ever happened.
"Sometimes I fall into self-doubt and wonder if we're really not good enough..."
The old Chinese medicine doctor seemed to have gone astray due to the stimulation.
Having witnessed the historical debate between traditional Chinese medicine and Western medicine in later generations, Fan Xiaofan had much to say: "Don't you feel that for the same ailment, Western medicine can be effective with just one pill, while traditional Chinese medicine takes a very long time?"
The old Chinese medicine doctor nodded, which plunged him into deep doubt about the medical skills he had studied all his life.
"But have you ever considered that one treats the symptoms, while the other addresses the root cause? You two are not on the same path to begin with..."
The old Chinese medicine doctor was stunned.
Fan Xiaofan said, "Actually, there is no superiority or inferiority between Western medicine and traditional Chinese medicine, and it is impossible to say who wins or loses. There are many acute illnesses where traditional Chinese medicine cannot buy time, but Western medicine has immediate results. At the same time, in terms of strengthening the body's foundation, Western medicine is not as good as traditional Chinese medicine."
In a daze, the old Chinese medicine doctor began to recall the symptoms he had seen at the hospital, and it seemed to be true.
Do you remember the ailment I asked you to treat?
Although Fan Xiaofan didn't say it directly, the old Chinese medicine doctor knew who she was talking about—it was that somewhat fierce Mr. Ruan.
"Let me ask you one question: if it hadn't been you who treated him that day, but a Western doctor instead, what would the final outcome have been..."
The old Chinese medicine doctor put himself in the position of a Western doctor. He had studied those Western medicines and compared their effects with the methods he used. Western medicine is more like using external force to help eliminate viruses, while Chinese medicine is about stimulating the body's original resistance to fight them.
The old Chinese medicine doctor's grandson leaned obediently against his grandfather, curiously observing Fan Xiaofan and Fu Weidong. As his grandfather's mood gradually improved, he also relaxed a bit. When he saw them looking at him, he gave a shy smile.
"You're right, I was confused, I was confused, I got stuck on one point..."
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