Sitting on the bed, Li Chu, with his current knowledge, looked back at some of the illnesses he had encountered before, and it felt like a college student doing elementary school homework.
Just like Political Commissar Zhang's illness before, if it were to happen again now, acupuncture would only require two needles per session, and the medicine would be taken for three days, and it would be effective.
Li Chu clenched his fist and swung it excitedly.
Li Chu frowned again. He would have to be more careful when treating patients in the future. Hua Tuo used to often use whatever was available when there were not enough herbs.
Therefore, many of his prescriptions are filled with strange and unusual ingredients, such as incense ash, soil, rotten leaves, dog blood, and chicken blood, which are used as medicinal guides.
Although it can indeed cure diseases, if Li Chu were to write something like this on a prescription when writing medicine for others now, he would most likely be regarded as a charlatan.
Then there are surgical procedures, which Li Chu had never studied or been exposed to before, but now he suddenly knows them and is quite familiar with them.
Even if his parents were still alive, they couldn't protect him; he would still be taken away for dissection.
The scene involuntarily flashed into Li Chu's mind, and he couldn't help but shiver. His life was more important; he absolutely couldn't be arrogant.
It doesn't matter how much one reveals their knowledge of traditional Chinese medicine, because there are sources to support their claims.
Looking at his watch, it was already past five o'clock. Li Chu got out of bed and drew back the curtains. The sky was beginning to brighten.
After changing into cloth shoes, a sweater, and trousers, Li Chu stood in the courtyard and began practicing the Five Animal Frolics created by Hua Tuo.
This must be the earliest form of gymnastics in China.
The tiger pounces with its forelimbs, the deer stretches its head and neck, the bear lies down and stands up, the ape leaps on its tiptoes, and the bird spreads its wings and flies.
It took Li Chu half an hour to complete the set of exercises. He used to hardly sweat, but now he was drenched in sweat and his clothes were soaked through. However, he felt relaxed and refreshed all over.
He took a shower and changed his underwear. He felt that if he did a set of Five Animal Frolics exercises every day, it would be much more effective than running five kilometers.
Later, I can teach it to my wife, as well as my sister, brother-in-law, Uncle Wang, and Aunt Wang.
As for Ding's mother and father, let them continue taking their medication. It's not that Li Chu is reluctant to teach them, but even if he did, they would never want to jump around like animals in the courtyard, living in a tenement.
Xiao Hei looked at Li Chu standing in the living room from the doorway. It felt a little strange. Not only did the male owner not take it out for a walk, but it was also messing around in the yard early in the morning. Could it be that it was bored because the female owner was not at home?
Li Chu noticed Xiao Hei standing at the door watching him, and then he remembered that he hadn't taken it out for a walk yet.
Seeing that it was still early, I quickly got dressed and took Xiao Hei out for a walk. But why did the dog look at me with such a strange expression?
When I turned back, I bumped into Ran Qiuye, who was just coming out of the house next door.
"Brother Li, you've turned back."
"Good morning, Ran. Are you going to school?"
Ran Qiuye is already a grown woman, so Li Chu dared not call her by her nickname casually and could only address her as "Ran Tongxue" (Ran's classmate).
The two exchanged a greeting and then passed each other.
Li Chu would often tease his younger sister, Ran Ziye, when he saw her, but he never spoke much to Ran Qiuye.
This deliberate distancing is good for everyone; after all, gossip can be deadly.
Li Chu had breakfast at the hospital cafeteria and changed into his white coat at the clinic. Just as he was about to continue his studies in the internal medicine department, he was stopped in the clinic by Director Liang.
"Xiao Li, why have you been going to that internal medicine department so often lately?"
"Director, is that so..."
Li Chu carefully explained to Director Liang some of the problems he usually encountered during consultations.
He believes this is a problem that many traditional Chinese medicine doctors have encountered.
After listening, Director Liang nodded: "Yes, there are indeed quite a few problems in this regard."
After a pause, Director Liang said again, "You're considering things very comprehensively now."
"You flatter me, Director. I just want things to be more convenient for me in the future."
"You're still young, so don't be lazy. You should compile these clinical symptoms from both traditional Chinese medicine and Western medicine into a book, providing a direction for future generations. That would be a significant contribution to the development of medicine in our country!"
Upon hearing Director Liang's words, Li Chu felt a headache coming on and said with a wry smile, "Director Liang, aren't you overestimating me? These problems can't be solved by one or two people; they even require the joint efforts of one or two generations."
Director Liang waved his hand: "Of course I know. In fact, some members of our Traditional Chinese Medicine Professional Committee have already raised this issue."
"What I mean is, you write down the corresponding symptoms from both Chinese and Western medicine perspectives that you think you are confident about, and then I will help you submit them to the committee for discussion. Later, we will definitely invite the corresponding Western medicine professional committees to discuss them and reach a consensus."
As he spoke, Director Liang patted Li Chu on the shoulder and looked at him meaningfully: "Just like the three notebooks you handed in, these will become your qualifications in the future."
Due to his age, Li Chu is not currently a member of the Beijing Municipal Committee of Traditional Chinese Medicine, let alone a national-level committee.
After listening to Director Liang's words, Li Chu thought for a while before nodding: "I will give it a try."
Li Chu didn't care about seniority, but he was willing to contribute to the development of medicine if it meant making a difference.
"Alright, go ahead and do your work. I'll be waiting to see the results."
After Director Liang left, Li Chu didn't rush to the internal medicine department. Instead, he sat behind his desk and thought about what Director Liang had just said.
The modernization of the nomenclature for diseases in traditional Chinese medicine is a huge undertaking, as Li Chu just mentioned, requiring the joint efforts of one or two generations, or even two or three generations.
The patient we encountered during the last consultation, whom Western medicine calls kidney failure, is a prime example.
In Traditional Chinese Medicine (TCM), it's called something like "kidney fatigue," "kidney deficiency fatigue," and several other names.
Regardless of the name, from the perspective of traditional Chinese medicine's diagnostic methods, the causes of the disease are completely different from those in Western medicine.
It is precisely because of these differences that it is so difficult for traditional Chinese medicine and Western medicine to unify the name of a disease.
Sigh, let's take it slow. There must be many people across the country researching this. If everyone works hard, there will be results someday.
Thinking of this, Li Chu got up and walked out of the office toward the internal medicine ward.
In the internal medicine department, everyone from the head of the department down to the lowest-ranking interns is used to seeing Li Chu.
A doctor who talks little but is skilled is a must-have in every department.
Those interns were intimidated when Li Chu asked them questions.
Sometimes, when the internal medicine doctors were busy, Li Chu would ask these interns some questions. His intention was not to make things difficult for them.
No matter who he asks, if the intern can answer, that's fine; but if they can't, their superior doctor's gaze will be like a knife.
What awaited this intern was a beating from the senior doctor after he came down.
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