Check-in at the Hospital: The First Surgery Shocked the Nation!

Traditional Chinese medicine diagnosis emphasizes four methods.

They are called: observing, listening and smelling, inquiring, and pulse-taking.

This is also the most well-known skill of Chinese medicine, or the foundation for diagnosing patients.

Observing refers to checking complexion; listening and smelling means hearing sounds and smelling odors; inquiring involves asking about symptoms; pulse-taking refers to feeling the pulse.

This is collectively known as the four diagnostics!

The "Medical Traditions of Ancient and Modern" states: "Observing, listening and smelling, inquiring, and pulse-taking are truly the guidelines of medicine."

Those who know by observing, see the five colors and know the illness.

Those who know by listening, hear the five sounds and distinguish the disease.

Those who know by inquiring, ask about the desire for the five flavors to know the origin of the disease.

Those who know by pulse-taking, examine the inch-opening and observe the deficiency or excess to know the illness and which organ it resides in.

The technique of observing is ranked first, and it is what a healer can see at first glance before any contact with the patient.

Therefore, observing in Chinese medicine is extremely important, and some illnesses can be diagnosed directly by mere observation and smelling without uttering a word.

This includes some injuries or inherent external diseases of the body.

"This is indeed very useful!"

Qin Feng felt a rich warmth flow into his eyes, as if a tidal wave was crashing into his mind.

Countless methods and judgments related to the art of observing, tailored to different people and times, filled his mind in great detail.

Boom~

"Whoa~"

Thud!

Qin Feng’s body went weak, his mind was flooded into a haze, and he slumped onto the desk.

His forehead had a close encounter with the desktop, startling everyone around him.

"Qin Feng, are you okay? Did the morning surgery tire you out?"

Lin Hai turned his head toward him and asked with concern.

"No, I’m just~ a bit tired, so I’ll just rest for a bit~"

He initially wanted to say he was alright, but felt it inappropriate, so he went along with it.

Fortunately, in recent days, he had not only increased his physical strength but also his mental resilience, so he wasn’t completely knocked out.

Qin Feng realized that after checking in for over three years, each time he gained knowledge and skills in modern medicine, it had no adverse impact on him.

Conversely, the heritage from Jiuzhou Country, even a basic acupuncture technique, initially made him faint outright.

That terrifying experience, akin to a vast ocean, would probably cause an electroencephalogram to explode on the spot!

Subsequent techniques like bone setting, ancient texts, lost prescriptions—each reception was a form of torment, too painful.

However,

This heritage indeed completely overturned the perspective of a modern medical student whose understanding of Chinese medicine was only superficial.

Modern medicine, gaining traction only in the past two hundred years, rapidly developed with the industrial revolution, grounded in advancing technology and science.

It can be said that modern medicine rode the winds of the times, achieving astonishing heights in a century.

Human anatomy, heart, nerves, vessels, brain, muscles...

These were born in once unscrupulous constitutional monarchies in the West, enduring darkness and bloodshed, persistently shining the light of medical knowledge.

Now it pervades globally, almost monopolizing the entire medical architecture.

As for Jiuzhou Country, with a heritage of ancient medicine spanning thousands of years...

Constructed from a vast array of materia medica, acupoints, meridians, qi and blood, metaphysics among others, Chinese medicine gradually discarded itself post-industrial revolution, without realizing.

Coupled with the discontinuation and loss of Chinese medical heritage, industrial pharmaceutical production, the expulsion by modern medical conventions...

Finally,

In today’s society, very few people still believe in the field of Chinese medicine.

Even in so-called universities of Traditional Chinese Medicine, over two-thirds of the time is spent learning Western medicine.

Apart from memorizing some pharmacology and prescriptions, you hardly learn anything useful.

"Phew~"

A moment later, all the inheritance finally concluded.

Qin Feng took a long breath, slowly straightened up and took a sip of water.

The memory of this [art of observing] had already surpassed the basic acupuncture, arguably the strongest ancient medical inheritance to date.

He almost couldn’t hold it together!

Had he fainted, it would cause a huge commotion.

He would need his colleagues in the office to carry him out for examination.

"Qin Feng, you don’t look so good, why don’t you tell the director and go home to rest?"

Seeing him like that, Lin Hai came over to persuade him.

"No need, resting a bit helped a lot, and I don’t have anything this afternoon anyway, I will just organize some cases as I have to go back to school tomorrow."

Qin Feng shook his head with a smile, then suddenly decided to try his art of observing.

So he concentrated with determination, his eyes becoming deep and intense, carefully examining up and down,

"Don’t move, let me take a look."

???

Lin Hai was stunned by these words, and the next second, his expression became complicated as he sat in the chair and slowly leaned back.

"Buddy, don’t you have a girlfriend? You’re not... into everything, right?

Let me tell you, I’m not into that!"

After speaking, he turned and slumped back onto his desk.

"Old Lin, have you been having stomach issues recently? Frequent diarrhea?"

Qin Feng walked over and asked in a low voice.

"How did you know?"

Hearing this, Lin Hai quickly lifted his head and blurted out, then cautiously stared at him,

"Do you have any other hobbies?"

"Get lost!"

Qin Feng gave him a playful slap,

"I’m telling you, eat less cold stuff, and go for a colonoscopy. You might have ulcerative colitis."

"What the hell, did you secretly look at my test results?"

Lin Hai’s face showed a surprised expression as he took out a test report from the drawer,

"I’ve been taking medicine for two days, but it’s still not effective. I’m planning to go for another check-up."

The conclusion clearly stated, ulcerative colitis!

Just as expected!

Using the art of diagnosis through qi observation, Qin Feng noted his face was slightly yellow and bluish, with cold pale lips.

Additionally, Lin Hai had been frequently running to the bathroom these days, and he often liked to drink cold beverages, with visible blood vessels in his eyes.

All these indicate that he has a weak and cold spleen and stomach, disrupted intestinal function, with qi stagnation in the intestines.

And in Western medicine, this condition fits a couple of chronic gastroenteritis cases.

Ultimately, with traditional Chinese qi observation, supplemented by Western medical diagnosis, it could be basically concluded that this guy might have ulcerative colitis.

"Hold on a moment."

Qin Feng picked up a pen and pulled out a sheet of A4 paper from his desk.

Scratch scratch scratch~~~

In just a few seconds, he pushed the paper towards him,

"Take this to the Chinese herbal pharmacy and have them make a decoction according to this. I guarantee, you’ll see results within three doses!"

"Is this a Chinese herbal prescription?"

Lin Hai picked up the paper, looking at the familiar yet unfamiliar names and weights on it, gazing at him in surprise,

"Seriously, you know Chinese medicine too?"

"Don’t worry, this formula is specifically for treating a weak and cold spleen and stomach, regulating the intestines. After three doses, it will stop the diarrhea, and continue for half a month, you’ll be cured and won’t relapse."

Qin Feng said confidently,

"If you don’t believe me, you can take this prescription to the famous doctors in our hospital’s expert hall. If it doesn’t work, I’ll exchange my intestines for yours."

With that, he turned back to his desk.

"Qin Feng, Qin Feng, if you really solve my problem, I’ll treat you to dinner!"

Upon hearing this, Lin Hai’s eyes lit up and he quickly followed,

"You don’t know how long I’ve been tormented by this disease. With our profession, irregular eating is normal, even overheating sometimes.

I don’t even know how I ended up with this ulcerative colitis, and it just keeps recurring and doesn’t get better.

I sometimes worry that one day I’ll have a stomach issue on the operating table, and that would be a disaster!"

"Haha, there’s no need for dinner, but there’s something I’m curious about and want to ask if you know."

Qin Feng shook his head calmly. This prescription isn’t expensive and can be easily found.

"What is it? Tell me!"

"That kid I bumped into at noon, I saw him eating in the cafeteria, really outrageous, I couldn’t even finish that big bowl of rice, it was pure binge eating!

But I noticed none of you seemed to care, is there some backstory? I want to know what’s going on."

He finally voiced his inner curiosity.

"Ah, you mean Xiaozhongqiu!"

Lin Hai sighed upon hearing this, his expression complex,

"Indeed, there’s some complexity to it. He’s been here quite a while, almost half of Peking Union Medical College Hospital’s staff know him."

"What’s the situation?"

Qin Feng’s eyes brightened, Lin Hai surely knew!

"Actually, it’s quite a sad story. Xiaozhongqiu’s younger brother has leukemia and couldn’t find a suitable match. After the whole family got tested, he was the only match.

But he’s too young, and not in great health, so he doesn’t meet the donor standards."

Lin Hai explained the situation thoroughly...

To save his brother, Xiaozhongqiu, upon learning the donor requirements, started running morning and night to get stronger.

Knowing the weight requirements for donors, he began increasing his meal portions, focusing on foods that would help him gain weight, like fats and carbohydrates.

Except for rainy days, he could be seen running inside and outside the hospital every morning and night.

To pay for the treatment, the family sold their house, and Xiaozhongqiu’s father returned for only three days before going back to work to cover the hospital expenses.

The money for the transplant is now ready, just waiting for Xiaozhongqiu to provide his bone marrow.

...

"Sigh, Xiaozhongqiu is really pitiful, so sensible that it’s heartbreaking!"

Following his words, Lin Hai sighed again,

"It’s been almost three months since it started. Our hospital even notified the cafeteria to waive all meal costs for Xiaozhongqiu’s family, letting him eat as much as he wants.

I heard that his recent tests are close to meeting the donor requirements, and maybe in a month, they’ll be able to extract the bone marrow.

Let’s hope the surgery goes well, this kid really has it tough!"

"So that’s how it is."

Listening to this, Qin Feng felt a newfound respect for the young boy.

Who would have thought that behind seemingly strange behavior lay such a touching story of brotherly love.

"Is this case in the Hematology Department? I’d like to see it."

"No, it’s in Pediatrics."

"Pediatrics? Why there?"

Upon hearing Lin Hai’s words, Qin Feng was momentarily puzzled and asked in surprise.

"Xiaozhongqiu’s younger brother, Xiaoyuanxiao, is less than three months old and is undergoing chemotherapy awaiting his brother’s bone marrow."

As the words fell, his heart trembled.

Congenital leukemia!