Chapter 921: Contempt
"It’s okay, it’s just the size of a soybean. With surgery and chemotherapy, there should be a great hope of cure. You have to believe in this. We are doctors ourselves, we must believe in science!" Smith screamed hysterically. Their words were meant to comfort themselves, but even though the tumor was only the size of a soybean, if it was malignant, it would be much more serious.
Moreover, the process of chemotherapy is not something that ordinary people can endure. Many people cannot persist through it.
In fact, many people don’t die from cancer, but from the lack of determination to keep going because it’s too painful.
Mike patted his old friend, who was also a comrade in arms, on the shoulder, "It’s okay, I’m prepared!"
"Dr. Bai, I didn’t expect you to be able to tell. Did you really do it through your Traditional Chinese Medicine pulse diagnosis? Without even using any machine equipment, can it be as precise as a biopsy?" Mike still couldn’t believe it.
He was there just moments ago. Those few seconds of handshake were too brief. He had actually seen pulse diagnosis before. An old TCM doctor with grey hair placed three fingers of one hand on a patient’s wrist, while the other hand stroked his own grey beard. He squinted, looking profoundly mysterious, and said many vague things. In their eyes, this was fraud.
In America, TCM is equated to fraud.
Only those Chinese would go see such doctors. Americans would never believe in such nonsense.
"Mr. Mike, Traditional Chinese Medicine is a unique culture of China. It is not just what you see on the surface. It’s broad and profound with many legends that have been long-lasting, even now. TCM can actually do more and better. You shouldn’t reject it just because of your shallow ignorance. Like Western Medicine, TCM is also dedicated to treating and saving people, and our TCM is gentler. Our schools have already begun integrating Traditional and Western Medicine, opening up a new avenue of life for the masses.
Reducing pain and benefiting humanity."