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I Can Hear the Heart's Voice of Traditional Chinese Medicine-Chapter 320 - 142: There Are So Many Banners in Dr. Lu’s Consultation Room That They Can Barely Fit Anymore
"Mom, you’ve done all the tests, and the doctor said that chronic atrophic gastritis with intestinal metaplasia isn’t serious for now, but it’s already indicated various degrees of mucosal atrophy, accompanied by gastric epithelial cells being replaced by intestinal epithelial cells."
"I don’t understand what you’re saying. I heard from my old friends from square dancing that Dr. Lu from the Chinese medicine department at Qiu City Health Center is very skilled. If you’re not feeling well, it’s definitely right to go to him."
Shi Guanlan felt helpless about her mother’s insistence on seeing a Chinese medicine doctor. Seeing her mother didn’t understand what she just said, she had to put it another way: "I don’t understand either, but the doctor who looked at the test report said that intestinal metaplasia is a pathological diagnosis, an important stage before dysplasia and cancer, meaning your gastric epithelial cells have been replaced by intestinal epithelial cells."
Song Meilan still didn’t understand what gastric epithelial cells being replaced by intestinal epithelial cells meant, but she heard the term "cancer" clear as day. Her expression changed a bit, but her resolve grew even stronger: "Then it’s even more necessary to see Dr. Lu. My friend said that Dr. Lu is especially good at treating difficult and complicated diseases, especially cancer. Many patients have improved significantly after seeing him, much better than chemotherapy and radiotherapy, without suffering."
"With that chemotherapy, not to mention the suffering, you know what it looks like. The old lady next door takes at least half a month to recover after each chemotherapy session, and she’s half-dead in between."
"I’ve also heard that chemotherapy and radiotherapy are treatment methods that cost thousands. I’m not at the stomach cancer stage yet, so it’s better to see Dr. Lu and maybe get better after taking a couple of doses of medicine."
"At the hospital, with all those tests and exams, you’re half-dead before you’re even treated!"
"Has your dancing friend seen Dr. Lu herself?" Shi Guanlan asked.
"No, she heard it from others too. It’s widely rumored to be miraculous. Anyway, I think Dr. Lu sounds amazing after hearing about it," Song Meilan thought for a moment and said.
Shi Guanlan was at a loss, "You heard it from her, and she heard it from others. Who knows if it’s true or not!"
"Besides, I asked around before too. This Dr. Lu at the Health Center is just a young guy. Even if you want to see a Chinese medicine doctor, shouldn’t you find an experienced one in their fifties or sixties? If not, you could just go to the United South Chinese Medicine Association. Why come to the Health Center for this commotion?"
"If he were truly skilled, would he still be consulting at the Health Center? He would’ve been snapped up by a big hospital long ago."
"Young lady, you shouldn’t say that."
Before Song Meilan could say anything, seventy-something Li Yuquan couldn’t take it anymore. He was one of the beneficiaries of Lu Xuan’s treatment and suffered from severe bile reflux gastritis post-gastric resection. Recently, after taking the medicine prescribed by Lu Xuan, his condition improved significantly compared to before.
If his stomach hadn’t been resected, he’d doubt if he wasn’t already a normal person.
Upon hearing twenty-something Shi Guanlan’s disdain for Chinese medicine and underestimation of Lu Xuan, he couldn’t take it anymore and his tone became serious:
"Dr. Lu not going to a big hospital is because he doesn’t want to. How many skilled Chinese medicine doctors are there in big hospitals today? Not only are the consultation fees sky-high, but the medicines they prescribe don’t even work—useless.
And you haven’t even let your mother see Dr. Lu yet. On what basis do you say Dr. Lu is no good?
Young lady, you can joke around about food, but not words. Before understanding the actual situation, one word of yours could cause others to have many doubts."
Shi Guanlan was trying to persuade her mother when a stern voice interrupted her train of thought, making her frown slightly: "What’s with you? I’m talking to my mom, what does it have to do with you? Besides, you’re saying Dr. Lu is young, and I can’t even say anything about that?"
"Does being young automatically mean skilled?" Li Yuquan said indignantly.
"What I said is the truth!"
"Saying you haven’t even looked into it is considered truth?"
The two of them immediately started arguing.
"Dad, you’re just getting better. Don’t argue with others. Dr. Lu told you to keep a good mood." Seeing the two about to come to blows, Li Jueying hurriedly intervened to pull Li Yuquan back, taking him by the hand.
Meanwhile, Song Meilan began to scold her daughter, Shi Guanlan: "Guanlan, what’s wrong with you?
Is that how you talk to your elders?
Apologize quickly, and besides, this old gentleman is right, how can you dismiss Dr. Lu without understanding the facts?
Young doesn’t necessarily correlate with ability. Many young people have achieved great feats. How come your outdated point of view is even worse than mine? Just like your dad."
"Hurry up, apologize already."
"No way, why should I apologize to him?" Shi Guanlan turned her face away.
"You..."
Song Meilan pointed at Shi Guanlan, filled with anger: "Shi Guanlan, you’re trying to drive me crazy!"
Shi Guanlan replied helplessly: "Mom, I didn’t do anything wrong, why should I apologize to him?"
"Besides, what I said was a fact! This Dr. Lu you’re talking about is young! And, the older the Chinese medicine doctors, the more skilled they are. How can a young doctor be so capable?"
Li Yuquan shook off Li Jueying’s hand, "Ha, now I really have to argue with you. It’s not just me who says Dr. Lu is amazing. Over a hundred people visit Dr. Lu for treatment daily; that’s the best proof. How come, when it comes to you, it’s just people being deceived into coming?"







