Chapter 162 blood and fluids have the same origin

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Perhaps the others didn’t know each other or what skills they possessed. But the hostess did. Every doctor brought here today had given prior notice to her or her husband. So, although the bald doctor and the doctor with thick glasses didn’t propose their own treatment plans, their opinions would still sway the hostess’s attitude. Du Heng wasn’t in a hurry; they could take their time. He picked up the steeped tea on the table and slowly took a sip. Delicious! This tea must cost several hundred yuan per ounce, right? Du Heng savored the sweetness in his mouth, glancing at the unfurling green tea leaves in the cup. He sighed. Being rich is truly wonderful. The bald doctor and the doctor with thick glasses finished reading, but there were two issues they couldn’t comprehend. "Doctor Du," one of them asked, "why did you replace the poria in True Warrior Decoction with poria skin?" Tsk, tsk. First, they called me ’young man,’ and now it’s ’Doctor Du,’ Du Heng thought, quite satisfied. "You two might not have noticed," Du Heng explained, "but I not only replaced poria with poria skin, I also added wax gourd rind and dried orangepeel." "We saw that, but we don’t understand what you mean." Since they had asked, they might as well be direct about it. "It integrates the concept of Five Peel Powder." "Five Peel Powder? Isn’t that five..." Before he could finish, the bald doctor suddenly realized and promptly stopped speaking. Du Heng had said he integrated the *concept* of Five Peel Powder; the emphasis was on the concept, not the literal use of five herbs. The doctor with thick glasses had a sudden realization and nodded. "You are combining not two, but three houses." Du Heng chuckled lightly. "I suppose it’s something like that." The lenses on the doctor with thick glasses were possibly too large and thick, and his nasal bridge might have been collapsing from the weight. Whenever he moved his head, his glasses would slip, forcing him to push them up. "Doctor Du, I have another question. Why did you prescribe such a high dose of motherwort in the house?" "Thirty grams, is that a lot?" "Isn’t it?" Du Heng smiled. "Do you know the uses of motherwort, Sir?" The doctor with thick glasses pushed his glasses up again and said solemnly, "Motherwort is a common drug in the Gynecology Department, used for regulating menstruation and activating blood." Du Heng sighed silently and diverted his gaze to the bald doctor. The bald doctor tensed. From Du Heng’s gaze, he could tell that what the doctor with thick glasses had said was either incorrect or incomplete. But he, too, only knew it was for regulating menstruation and activating blood. "Have you two read ’Newly Revised Herbal Medicine’?" Du Heng asked. "We know of it." "We know of it." So Du Heng could roughly deduce that these two likely knew of the book, and perhaps had casually flipped through it, but had not studied it thoroughly. With the development and progress of society, all professions have become increasingly specialized. Doctors primarily focus on treating illnesses, and their attention to the medicine ingredients themselves has dwindled. Moreover, as specializations become more refined, doctors tend to read only books within their own field. Coupled with a high volume of patients, they have limited time for reading, especially doctors in big hospitals whose time is even more constrained. Consequently, for books outside their specialty, they often only know them by name. "’Newly Revised Herbal Medicine,’ also known as ’Tang Herbal Medicine’ or ’Tang Materia Medica,’ was jointly written by thirty-four pharmacologists during the reign of Emperor Gaozong of Tang, Li Zhi. The book records that consuming crushed motherwort juice can alleviate swellings and edema. Additionally, modern research has proven that motherwort can treat edema, but the dosage should not be less than thirty grams." Du Heng glanced at the two of them before continuing, "Blood and fluids have the same origin; activating blood also alleviates fluids and dampness." "Understood." They nodded in unison, a slight embarrassment on their faces, yet mostly a sense of relief from comprehension. They pushed the house towards the hostess and said softly, "We believe this house can be used." "I also think we can give it a try." With their approval, the hostess smiled but said nothing, merely gesturing for the maid to refill the tea. Among those present, only Du Heng had sipped his tea; the others hadn’t touched theirs. So, when the hostess mentioned refilling the tea, everyone else consciously stood up to take their leave. Du Heng did the same, following An Chunhui out. From the door, to the elevator, and then to their respective cars, no one spoke a word. It felt like a clandestine meeting of spies. However, once they reached the parking lot, the doctor with thick glasses called out to Du Heng, "Doctor Du, wait a moment." Du Heng looked at An Chunhui, who whispered, "Don’t discuss the family. I’ll wait for you in the car." Then An Chunhui turned and got into his car. The bald doctor, who was about to get into his car, also paused and walked over. "Hello, Teacher, did you need me for something?" "Doctor Du, you’ve accomplished so much at such a young age. May I ask who your Master was?" Du Heng sighed. "I studied at university; I didn’t have a Master." "Oh." At this, not only did the eyes of the doctor with thick glasses light up, but the bald doctor’s eyes also sparkled. The doctor with thick glasses introduced himself, "I am Su Nan, Director of the Chinese Medicine Department at the XX Military Region Hospital, and also a professor at the School of Traditional Chinese Medicine at XX Military Medical University." Nice to meet you, Professor Su, Du Heng thought. Intellectuals generally prefer the title ’Professor’ over administrative ones like ’Director,’ unless they’re particularly fond of officialdom. "Looking at your age, you should have graduated with a master’s degree, right? Are you currently pursuing a Ph.D.?" Du Heng gave an awkward smile. This question is a bit awkward. "I have a bachelor’s degree. I’m working now, so I don’t have time for more schooling." "’A bachelor’s?’" Both their eyes seemed to gleam again. The bald doctor, who had just walked over, quickly introduced himself, "My name is Li Jianwei. I’m the Deputy Director of the Chinese Medicine Department at the Provincial First Hospital and also an associate professor at our Provincial Traditional Chinese Medicine University. Doctor Du, where did you attend university?" Son of a gun! He’s a teacher from my own school, and an associate professor too! Du Heng thought. Moreover, if I remember correctly, about two weeks ago, I think I criticized a Chief Chinese Medicine Doctor at the Provincial First Hospital. Considering this man’s demeanor today, and the house he prescribed for gastric ptosis that day, they might be the same person! This was getting even more awkward. "Hello, Teacher. I graduated from our university; it’s been almost seven years." "Who was your academic advisor?" "Luo Mei." "Ah, Luo Mei. I know her; she’s an excellent advisor at the university. By the way, I haven’t asked your name yet. Where are you working now?" Du Heng pursed his lips, looked at Li Jianwei, and whispered, "My name is Du Heng, and I am currently working at the Zhonghu Town Health Clinic." As expected, as soon as Du Heng finished speaking, the color of Li Jianwei’s face changed. "Du Heng? Health Clinic? Did you visit a patient with gastric ptosis at the Provincial First Hospital a few days ago?" Dammit, it really is him! Du Heng smiled awkwardly. "I didn’t know that was the house you prescribed, Professor Li." Li Jianwei’s face flushed slightly, then he sighed. "A student is not necessarily inferior to their teacher. Although I haven’t taught you directly, you graduated from our university. That you can surpass your elders is something we teachers should be proud of." Du Heng suddenly felt a little ashamed. Listening to Professor Li’s words, so well-phrased and magnanimous! He, on the other hand, had misjudged him, thinking too pettily.

Chapter 162 blood and fluids have the same origin

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