Perhaps it was finally time to reflect. Zhou Kewei was in good spirits. He wanted to sit up and look at the scenery outside the window, and even asked for something to eat. His family members smiled and complied with his requests one by one. Bayi Chinese website
Several doctors came to Zhou Kewei's ward and told him about going home. The attending doctor said that if there was an emergency, he should call 120. Zhou Kewei laughed and said: "You go home and wait to die, no. It will no longer occupy medical resources."
The doctor couldn't laugh. After such a long period of contact, he had developed a deep relationship with Zhou Kewei. If it weren't for his illness, Zhou Kewei would definitely become a famous doctor. The doctor felt deeply sorry that he was used to seeing life and death, but he didn't Willing to face Zhou Kewei's death.
Xie Hongxuan came to the ward, and the doctor recognized him and greeted him respectfully. After Zhou Kewei returned home, Xie Hongxuan helped take care of him, and the doctor felt much relieved.
The two of them were chatting at the door. Zhu Fangge happened to pass by and said hello to the attending doctor. Xie Hongxuan snorted coldly and turned around. The doctor didn't know about the feud between them, and introduced Zhu Fangge to Xie Hongxuan: "He is from Binjiang The students at the University of Traditional Chinese Medicine work very hard and are the rising stars of traditional Chinese medicine."
ah?!
Xie Hongxuan suspected that he had heard wrongly. This "traditional Chinese medicine black man" actually studied Chinese medicine himself?
Zhu Fangge maintained his politeness and was not embarrassed because his identity was revealed. He said: "Uncle, I don't want to study Chinese medicine. That is the major chosen by my father for me. As for Chinese medicine, there are too many liars in the entire industry. It’s just a big dyeing vat, and I don’t want to be polluted.”
The doctor adjusted his glasses and coughed in embarrassment. But Zhu Fangge said without mercy: "There was a woman who was making trouble here the day before yesterday. She said she was going home to drink Chinese medicine, but it had no effect and she kept having diarrhea. Chinese medicine It’s just what Chinese medicine doctors prescribe at will. It’s not sterilized, and it’s not been tested. You can prescribe it as much as you like, and no one knows what side effects it will have. If it were you, would you dare to eat it?”
This time he did not mention the concept of "evidence-based medicine" at all. Xie Hongxuan was so angry that he wanted to vomit blood, and his tactics were completely disrupted: "You kid, you have only learned a little bit, but you dare to talk nonsense..."
The doctor stopped Xie Hongxuan and told him not to make any noise. But Zhu Fangge lowered his head and smiled proudly. Xie Hongxuan suddenly felt dizzy and leaned against the wall. Not only was Zhu Fangge not afraid, he even added fuel to the fire: "I I didn’t say how you were, I just said that this industry is not good. You are an old man and you only have a small amount of energy. If you get angry, don’t blame me!"
It's okay now. Xie Hongxuan was originally escorting Zhou Kewei home, but before he could leave the ward, he collapsed first.
Zhou Kewei heard the noise from the hospital bed and called his father over: "I want to talk to that young man. Just tell him that I want to have academic exchanges with him."
Zhu Fangge walked into the ward, "tsk-tsk" twice without emotion, and said, "Senior, I almost didn't recognize you. How did you become like this? Cancer is really terrible."
Zhou Kewei was not upset at all and said with a smile: "Aren't I going to report to the Prince of Hell's Mansion soon? I need to become half human and half ghost first so that I can adapt to the life after death!"
Zhu Fangge said sarcastically, neither laughing nor retorting.
Zhou Kewei was lying on the bed and said: "I just heard you criticize some of the shortcomings of traditional Chinese medicine, and I think you are very knowledgeable. So, in your opinion, how should we improve these shortcomings?"
Huh? Zhu Fangge's eyes rolled several times, while Zhou Kewei, who looked haggard, smiled, expecting him to give a satisfactory answer.
Zhu Fangge hesitated several times before saying, "Just cancel Chinese medicine."
Zhou Kewei smiled and said: "Cancel it? Your ancestor left you a treasure that is thousands of years old. There is a little embroidery on it, so you want to throw it away?"
Zhu Fangge argued: "That's different! Chinese medicine can kill people!"
"Oh...it seems that you have indeed done a lot of research. Can you tell me your research results?"
Zhu Fangge remained silent again.
Zhou Kewei took a breath and said, "Just tell me how you calculated the statistics. What is the efficacy of traditional Chinese medicine and Western medicine? As a medical student, I am also very curious."
Zhu Fangge said bravely: "This is a secret. I cannot tell others about my research results."
"Okay..." Zhou Kewei said disappointedly: "It seems that my last wish to do academic work before my death is about to come to nothing."
"Anyway, traditional Chinese medicine will definitely be eliminated." Zhu Fangge said forcefully: "All disciplines that are not in line with evidence-based medicine will be eliminated."
"It's really not simple. You actually know about evidence-based medicine!" Zhou Kewei sighed feebly: "Then do you know where the term 'evidence-based' medicine comes from?"
Zhu Fangge didn't know and picked his fingers in embarrassment.
“One of the founders of evidence-based medicine once said that the concept of ‘evidence-based’ was inspired by the ‘textual research’ method during the Qianlong period of the Qing Dynasty in China.” 1)
It's over, I met an expert. Zhu Fangge's face turned green.
"In the Treatise on Febrile Diseases and Miscellaneous Diseases of the Han Dynasty, Zhang Zhongjing had already used evidence-based medicine methods intentionally or unintentionally, and judged prescriptions for six cardinal diseases based on evidence classification. Isn't this inconsistent with evidence-based medicine methods? Traditional Chinese medicine
Wisdom, through the accumulation of each dynasty, has become increasingly perfect. It is true that it is not more popular than Western medicine and has some weaknesses, but this industry can also save lives and heal the wounded...ahem" 2)
Zhu Fangge was speechless, murmuring for a long time, and said: "Okay, you are awesome, but I am not very talented and have little knowledge, so I made you laugh."
"I'm not laughing at you. As a medical student, it's good to maintain a critical spirit, but before criticizing something, you must understand it thoroughly. Ahem..."
Zhu Fangge still stood there, unmoved, but Zhou Kewei's parents were very nervous, fearing that their son would not be able to breathe. After Zhou Kewei recovered, Zhu Fangge said with a half-smile: "It's difficult for seniors to teach me. I'm sick."
It’s amazing that you are so powerful, but you still don’t forget to teach the younger generations.”
Zhou Kewei said with a smile: "I'm leaving soon, I want to show off my power one last time. Is it possible that I can still tell the little devil all the knowledge I have?"
…
Zhu Fangge didn't know if he was scolding him, so he forced out a sarcastic smile and couldn't wait to slip away.
Xie Hongxuan felt refreshed and said that his great revenge had been avenged. He murmured a few words to the attending doctor. The doctor had been very dissatisfied since just now, and regardless of everyone present, he said to Zhu Fangge: "This old gentleman was angry with you just now.
You don't care if you faint or shake for a while; you don't care if the patient lying on the bed coughs. You are a future doctor, and the patient is getting sick right in front of you, but you are standing here, is it ridiculous?"
Zhu Fangge completely lowered his head. He forgot to read the almanac when he went out today. He was embarrassed in front of many fellow disciples, and he wanted to escape from the earth.
References:
1) "Reflections on Evidence-Based Medicine and Traditional Chinese Medicine", He Junyu, Hebei Traditional Chinese Medicine, Volume 41, Issue 10, October 2019.
2) "Han Traditional Chinese Medicine is the oldest evidence-based medicine", Jing Fangjian et al., Chinese Journal of Traditional Chinese Medicine, Volume 28, Issue 11, November 2010.
"Brother Shen!"
"Um!"
When Shen Changqing walks on the road, whenever he meets someone he knows, he will say hello or nod to each other.
But no matter who it is.
There is no unnecessary expression on everyone's face, as if they are indifferent to everything.
Regarding this.
Shen Changqing has become accustomed to it.
Because this is the Demon Suppression Division, an organization that maintains the stability of the Qin Dynasty. Its main responsibility is to kill monsters and monsters. Of course, it also has some other side jobs.
It can be said.
Everyone in the Demon Suppression Division has a lot of blood on their hands.
When a person is used to seeing life and death, he will become indifferent to many things.
When he first came to this world, Shen Changqing was a little uncomfortable, but he got used to it over time.
The Demon-Suppressing Division is huge.
Those who can stay in the Demon Suppressing Division are all powerful masters, or those who have the potential to become masters.
Shen Changqing belongs to the latter.
Among them, the Demon Suppressor Division is divided into two professions, one is the Guardian Envoy and the other is the Demon Slayer.
Anyone who enters the Demon Slayer Department starts from the lowest level as a demon slayer.
Then he will be promoted step by step, and eventually he is expected to become a guardian envoy.
Shen Changqing's predecessor was a trainee demon slayer in the Demon Suppression Department, and he was also the lowest level among the demon slayers.
Possess the memory of the previous life.
He is also very familiar with the environment of the Demon Suppression Division.
It didn't take long for Shen Changqing to stop in front of a loft.
Unlike other places in the Demon Suppression Division that are full of chills, the attic here seems to stand out from the crowd, showing a different kind of tranquility in the bloody Demon Suppression Division.
At this time, the attic door was open, and occasionally people came in and out.
Shen Changqing only hesitated for a moment before stepping in.
Enter the attic.
The environment changes in vain.
The fragrance of ink mixed with the faint smell of blood hit his face, causing him to frown instinctively, but then relaxed it quickly.
There is almost no way to cleanse away the smell of blood on everyone in the Zhenmo Division.