The next day, while engineers were installing the system and adjusting the ratio, two more packages arrived in Xinyue's office.
One is for Gao Shan, from The Lancet, and the other is for Hua Yu, also from The Lancet.
"Dean, there is a package for you. It looks like this issue of the magazine." Xinyue put the package on his desk.
"Thank you, which one is it?" Seeing the same package in her hand, Gao Shan asked curiously.
"It's for Dr. Hua. The address is the same. It feels... it should be the same magazine." Xinyue said with a smile; "Did Dr. Hua also publish a paper?"
"I haven't heard him say that. Let me take a look. You can send it to him first!" Gao Shan opened his package and found that it was indeed a journal from The Lancet.
The cover this time is actually a silver needle with the words "Mysterious Chinese Medicine" written on it. Below is a short introduction, "Acupuncture to measure Qi? Magic or medicine?"
The two question marks seem to be emitting a double layer of questions. Can Qi and needle be combined to achieve what he said?
"Lao Hua, this is awesome." Gao Shan said with a cheerful smile when he found Hua Yu's name in the lower left corner.
Turning to the first page, there is an introduction to Hua Yu's personal information. He is wearing a white coat and his face is a little childish. It seems that he was photographed and posted online before.
At the back is the description of "Measure the Qi with the Needle", which is fully written in Chinese. This is to facilitate the translation of various countries. As for the translation, it all depends on the translation level and understanding ability of each country.
In order to facilitate reading and prevent misunderstandings, Huayu narrates the entire article in a simple and straightforward translation style.
After all, the purpose of the papers they publish is to allow people around the world to better understand Chinese medicine, and they are not meant to be used to write ancient prose or prose poems, just be wordy!
"That's a good idea." Gao Shan felt that next time he should try to write the paper in a translator's accent, so that it would be easier to translate and understand.
The Chinese language is broad and profound, and one word can have more than a dozen meanings. Even a short article is enough, but trying to make foreigners understand it is a bit bullying.
After Hua Yu's paper, Gao Shan saw his own paper. Their papers alone took up most of the space in this issue, which also shows that their efforts were not in vain.
He glanced at it casually, put the magazine in the drawer, and walked towards the ward.
When he met Wang Guofeng, there was a woman beside him. It was the aunt who had fainted that day, Wang He's wife.
"I'm recovering well. I'll be discharged from the hospital in a few days. Get ready!" Gao Shan stepped forward to check Wang Guofeng's wound, checked his pulse and left.
I can't say I dislike Gao Shan, but I don't have any favorable impressions of them either. Letting him stay here until he recovers is worthy of his professional ethics.
When he arrived at Lu Fang's ward, he found that the nurse was making the bed. It seemed that he was discharged from the hospital, so Gao Shan went directly to the chemotherapy room.
"Are you ready?" Gao Shan asked casually when he saw Fatty Tang there.
"It'll be ready soon." Fatty Tang pointed to the chemotherapy room opposite the glass partition. "Just check it one last time. Don't tell me, these Germans are really responsible."
"If you know it, just learn it. The German people's reputation is also getting good reviews. We must work towards this goal now."
When people think of traditional Chinese medicine, they should think of professionalism, seriousness, magic, and China, instead of thinking about witchcraft, liar, and the like.
"Understood." Fatty Tang nodded, and the engineer inside also came out.
"Dean, they said it's ready to start," the translator said next to him.
"Where is the patient?" Gao Shan looked at Fatty Tang and was about to answer. The door opened and Tian Li stood at the door and said, "Dean, Doctor Tang, the patient is here."
"Thank you for your hard work, give me the case." Gao Shan took the case in her hand and looked at the patient's condition.
42 years old, male, with advanced liver cancer. The condition is under good control and the physical signs are stable. There are physical therapy records in the case almost every day, which makes Gao Shan look at Fatty Tang with admiration.
He really felt calm. It seemed that scolding was more effective than preaching.
"Okay, let the patient drink the medicine." Gao Shan closed the case and placed it next to it.
"This patient is a Sanda practitioner. His physical condition is already good. Plus he has maintained the number of physical therapy sessions after being hospitalized. I believe he should be fine."
Fatty Tang said with excitement and nervousness, whether the theory they proposed can be successful depends on the subsequent performance of the patient.
"Doctor Gao." After a while, the patient came in. He was a man in his prime, with some traces of his original muscles still visible on his body, and his rosy complexion was somewhat calm.
Just from the look on his face, it is absolutely impossible to tell that he is a terminal cancer patient.
"Well, this is our dean, Gao Shan." Fatty Tang introduced.
"Hello, Dean Gao, I saw you online. You are much more handsome in person than online, haha..." He Wu's optimistic and upbeat attitude is admirable.
"With your energy, there must be good news today." Gao Shan said, holding his hand.
"I believe you two." He Wu nodded and said seriously.
"Inject it!" Fatty Tang personally injected him with the drug, and then asked him to lie on the machine for radiation therapy.
The whole process took less than 15 minutes. When the treatment stopped, Gao Shan went in personally to help him out.
Radiation therapy causes great harm to living things, some of which are permanent and irreversible.
"Ugh..." As soon as the weak-looking He Wu came out, he couldn't help but lie on the trash can and vomited. After vomiting for a long time, there was nothing but yellow water.
"The pulse is a little rapid, it's not a big problem. Let's go back to the ward first." Gao Shan said, helping him up, letting him hang half of his body on his body, and walked quickly to the ward.
With He Wu lying on the bed, Gao Shan found the needle box from the medical cabinet next to him, took out two long needles and inserted them into the Tanzhong point and Dantian in the center of the chest where the two breasts are connected.
The true energy flows into his body and travels through the meridians to expel the radioactive substances remaining in the meridians.
This feeling was magical. To He Wu, it was like having ten thousand ants crawling around inside his body, and the comfort of warm water washing over his body.
"Dean Gao, what is this?" He Wu's sense of weakness gradually disappeared, his nausea also disappeared, and his body regained strength.
"Have you ever heard of a kind of qigong that uses acupuncture to control qi?" Gao Shan said with a casual smile.
"...Isn't that just true energy?" He Wu said with wide eyes.
"That's right... Alas, what are you doing?" As soon as Gao Shan pulled out the needle, he saw He Wu sitting up from the bed, standing on the ground with his hands clasped in fists, kneeling on the ground and saying solemnly: "
Master, please accept my obeisance."
"Wait." Putting the needle down, Gao Shan grabbed his arm and pulled him up directly.
"Don't do this. This is Qigong that heals diseases and saves lives. It's not the kind you think of that involves flying over walls and shooting people to death through the air." Gao Shan explained seriously.
"Well, I know, please accept me, master!" He Wu nodded sincerely, with a bit of understanding in his eyes.
It seems to be saying, 'Master, I won't tell anyone. We must be some kind of hidden sect. I understand, I understand.'