Mu Huaixi read the medical journal three times before putting it down.
"Where is Mr. Tang now? Can I learn from him?"
Seeing that she was indeed interested, Senior Brother Zhu's approval of her increased. He casually brushed back the few sparse hairs on his forehead and said, "To learn the art of needle extraction, why bother looking for Mr. Tang? You have a good teacher right in front of you!"
"Senior Brother Zhu once studied under Mr. Tang for a period of time. He has indeed performed cataract surgery on many patients," Jiang Wenyuan hurriedly testified for his senior brother.
"But..." Mu Huaixi was a little confused. She tried to mention Mr. Tang as tactfully as possible. "Isn't he a Chinese medicine doctor? How could he..."
Traditional Chinese medicine emphasizes inheritance. Even if Mr. Tang is willing to share his experience with future generations, he should not take surgeons to learn.
Mu Huaixi was just moved by Mr. Tang's article. On the one hand, it was because of his selfless sharing, and on the other hand, it was because he raised the banner of traditional Chinese medicine. You know, the voices calling for the abolition and reform of traditional Chinese medicine have never stopped.
She studied the Mu family's medical skills diligently for a while, and only then did she learn that during the Republic of China period, her grandfather had treated many celebrities and politicians of the time, but he was soon attacked and imprisoned. After being rescued with great difficulty, he encountered the "Abolition of Traditional Chinese Medicine in Forty Years" movement.
"Traditional Chinese Medicine has no definitive experiments, no solid evidence, and no truth to right or wrong!"
“As long as Traditional Chinese Medicine is not eradicated, ignorance will continue!”
"Traditional Chinese medicine is the culprit of murder!"
The old man of the Mu family was so angry about what was in the newspaper that he vomited blood. Even though representatives of national medical groups later petitioned to abolish the "Bill to Abolish Traditional Chinese Medicine", he was still disheartened and took his family to live in seclusion in a small town.
On the contrary, this trend was revived after liberation. The author of "Abolition Case" who once made the old man of the Mu family so angry that he vomited blood became a guest of honor of the Ministry of Health. He suggested to reform traditional Chinese medicine, cancel the medical qualification certificate of traditional Chinese medicine, let traditional Chinese medicine practitioners concentrate on learning Western medicine, and those who failed the examination would have their medical qualifications revoked.
Traditional Chinese medicine has been repeatedly suppressed in its home country, and now there are no formal assessment standards. Medical practitioners in rural areas have to learn the practice standards of Western medicine and obtain rural doctor certificates before they can continue to practice medicine and save lives.
Mu Huaixi was deeply moved when she heard Mr. Tang say "We don't need to belittle ourselves" because she understood the plight of traditional Chinese medicine practitioners. However, she was a little narrow-minded and felt that since so many traditional Chinese medicine practitioners were persecuted, Western medicine practitioners should not be allowed to learn traditional Chinese medicine skills.
Some people will not be grateful, but will just "steal" what they have learned and make it their own, and then turn around and slander traditional Chinese medicine.
Of course, she wasn't targeting Senior Brother Zhu, she just had read the blood and tears in the Mu family's medical books and was being a bit picky.
Senior Brother Zhu saw her dilemma and explained, "Mr. Tang advocates combining Chinese and Western medicine, which means learning from foreigners to strengthen ourselves. Although Wenyuan and I graduated from the Military Medical College, we also agree with some of the concepts of Traditional Chinese Medicine. Wouldn't it be good for us to learn from each other?"
"A cat that catches mice is a good cat, whether it's black or white. And as long as a doctor, Chinese or Western, can cure illnesses and save lives, isn't that a good doctor?"
"Besides, if Mr. Tang hadn't taught me his unique skills without caring about family background or faction, how could I teach you now?"
"It can be seen that every peck and every drink has its own destiny."
Senior Brother Zhu's Zen-like words convinced Mu Huaixi. She blushed and thought for a long time before letting out a breath, "I'm too narrow-minded."
"No way, no way. Chinese medicine is indeed not easy," Senior Brother Zhu sighed. He realized that although the Mu family had inherited medical skills, they probably had not "entered the world" for a long time, so he told Mu Huaixi more information.
"Traditional Chinese medicine has indeed been suppressed, but thanks to the efforts of TCM masters like Kong Bohua and Xiao Longyou, it has also gained space for inheritance and development."
"Beijing Medical College, Nanjing University of Traditional Chinese Medicine, and many other colleges have inherited Chinese medicine disciplines. If you have the opportunity, you can visit them, and it would be best if you could study there. By combining your family's medical skills with today's developments, you can go further."
"I know your Mu family may have suffered injustices and may also want to live in seclusion, but as descendants of traditional Chinese medicine, you must hold your head high and not be too modest when you walk around."
Mu Huaixi nodded repeatedly. She could feel that Senior Brother Zhu was doing this for her own good, and it also made her more determined to go to university. The outside world was developing, so how could she stop moving forward?
But she also had doubts about Brother Zhu's identity. He was obviously a surgeon, so how could he know so much about Chinese medicine?
"Senior Brother Zhu's grandfather is a leading figure in Traditional Chinese Medicine in Shanghai," Jiang Wenyuan whispered to her.
Only then did she realize that she had run into her real senior brother, and she quickly stood at attention and saluted.
"No, no, no," Senior Brother Zhu's face flushed. "I don't have much talent for Traditional Chinese Medicine, so I had to study Western Medicine Surgery. Over the years, I've only been able to hold a scalpel steadily. Today, seeing you, so young, dare to perform the Golden Needle Removal Technique, I finally understand what the old people in my family mean when they say genius."
"You have a bright future. Don't confine yourself to this mountain village." Senior Brother Zhu had obviously asked Jiang Wenyuan about her and knew how she got in.
Mu Huaixi was greatly encouraged. She thought of her grandfather and father, and her eyes couldn't help but turn red. If they could get out, would there be new opportunities?
Senior Brother Zhu turned to Jiang Wenyuan and said, "Dr. Mu and I will perform this operation together. Please inform the patient's family as soon as possible and make sure to spread the word about me as a big shot in the military region."
"Senior brother..." Jiang Wenyuan felt a little helpless, but he also knew that his senior brother was doing this for their own good and for the good of the health center.
Mu Huaixi also understood that Senior Brother Zhu didn't need to make a name for himself in the mountains. What he had to do was to use his reputation and brand to guarantee the health center so that the patients would agree to have the surgery for the White-Eyed Grandma.
The two looked at each other and opened their mouths at the same time to thank Senior Brother Zhu, but were stopped by Senior Brother Zhu, "Hey, I don't like compliments. If you really want to thank me, get back to work. I don't have that much time to waste here with you!"
"I'll go right away!" Jiang Wenyuan set off immediately and brought back good news that afternoon. As expected, when the white-eyed mother-in-law heard that there was a military doctor there, she quickly agreed to the operation and agreed to come early the next morning.
Mu Huaixi followed Senior Brother Zhu to modify the equipment and learn the details of the new technology. In Senior Brother Zhu's words, he could make a set of equipment for her, but it is better to teach someone how to fish than to give him fish.
Mu Huaixi's admiration for Senior Brother Zhu increased by another three points. That night, she paced in circles in the living room. Firstly, she was excited about the surgery the next day, and secondly, she was thinking about how to repay Senior Brother Zhu.
As she walked around the house, the little white deer followed her, hopping on its three legs, which surprised Ying Mingcheng who came home late.
After hearing about her troubles, Ying Mingcheng immediately patted his chest and took the responsibility, "Leave it to me, you just prepare for the surgery!"
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