The Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine is located in an old four-story building across a wall to the east.
Wan Yunting was a little surprised to see that the Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine was deserted and no one was paying attention.
But think about it, now the entire Chinese medicine industry is like an ending dynasty, gradually being eliminated.
The reason for this situation is not to say that there are no really powerful doctors in Chinese medicine, but because in the modern fast-paced society, people are more dependent on cold treatment methods that can be solved with just a few bottles of water!
Of course, this is not all the responsibility of society, and Chinese medicine itself has already experienced faults or directly lost its inheritance in that turbulent era!
Therefore, in the entire Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine of Nanfang Hospital, there are a total of five traditional Chinese medicine doctors, including the dean, a director, three young doctors who have just graduated, two old pharmacists in charge of the pharmacy, and six nurses.
And those who come to see a doctor every day are just old ladies and old men from the neighborhood. Only those of that generation will believe in traditional Chinese medicine.
"Another boring day..."
On the second floor of the Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine, three young doctors gathered in the consultation room to play cards. They were used to this kind of leisurely and wasted days.
"cough!"
A middle-aged man walked in, and the three young doctors quickly put away their playing cards: "Director Li, you are here..."
"How dignified are you? Don't you know that the dean will be back soon?"
This man's name is Li Chengde, he is the director of the Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine, and he is full of official accent.
"Yes, yes, we read, study, and wait for patients..."
The three young doctors nodded honestly in response. It was obvious that they had suffered from Director Li's wearing of small shoes and that's why they were so wary of him.
"Director Li, Mr. Fang is here." An older nurse came in and shouted.
Li Chengde looked at the head nurse, Sister Yan, who was eating melon seeds, and snorted, but when he heard it was Mr. Fang, he hurried out and trotted downstairs.
In the lobby on the first floor, there is an old man sitting in a wheelchair, wearing a gray Tang suit, half-white hair, and a rosy complexion. He looks very young, but he is already sixty-eight years old.
"Master, I can just come and get the medicine myself, why bother coming with me?" The person pushing the wheelchair was a man in his fifties, the old housekeeper Lin Si.
The old man named Fang Shoushan patted his legs covered with a small blanket: "I haven't been here for a long time, so I want Dean Jiang to take a look at his legs."
Lin Si nodded and sighed, "If it hadn't been for that car accident that year, your legs would have been..."
Fang Shoushan shook his head and waved his hands, "I have already looked away, not to mention that I am very old and lame."
Although he said this, Lin Si knew very well that Fang Shoushan longed in his heart to stand up, walk like a normal person, and even run...
"Oh, Mr. Fang, why are you here in person?"
Li Chengde trotted down from upstairs to welcome him, "Why don't you send someone to call me and I will deliver the medicine to your house?"
Looking at Li Chengde who was groveling and flattering, Fang Shoushan smiled and said: "I haven't been here for a long time, so I stopped by to show you, Dean Jiang, these legs."
Li Chengde nodded and said with a smile: "Dean Jiang will be back soon, why don't you go up to my office and sit down first, and I will help you take a look at your legs."
"That's fine."
Fang Shoushan nodded, and Li Chengde was so happy that he personally pushed Fang Shoushan upstairs for Lin Si...
After a while, Jiang Tongxin and Wan Yunting walked in from the gate of the Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine. Two young nurses inside were also eating melon seeds. When they saw her, they greeted her: "Director Jiang is here."
"Is my grandpa here?" Jiang Tongxin asked.
"not yet."
"Where's Director Li?"
"He is in the office, treating Mr. Fang," the nurse said.
Jiang Tongxin nodded, took Wan Yunting up to the second floor, and turned around to Li Chengde's office.
Sure enough, I saw him squatting to check the legs of Fang Shoushan who was sitting in a wheelchair. Then he shook his head and sighed: "Mr. Fang, the muscle atrophy in your legs has worsened and you have completely lost consciousness. If you want to cure it, I'm afraid..."
"No need to be taboo, I'm used to it."
Fang Shoushan smiled kindly, but these words still stimulated his heart.
Three years ago, Fang Shoushan was participating in a senior running marathon when a car suddenly lost control and knocked him down on the spot and ran over his legs, causing serious injuries.
Although the bones in Fang Shoushan's legs were restored and reattached through surgery, he has lost feeling in his legs since then. Many experts and doctors have also issued verdicts, declaring that his legs will be permanently disabled and he will never be able to stand up.
For Fang Shoushan, who was a runner when he was young and still loves running now, this is a huge blow and he cannot accept it.
In the past three years, he has seen all Western and Chinese doctors, both foreign and domestic, but no one can help him stand up on his legs again.
Is it that I, Fang Shoushan, am destined to sit in this wheelchair and grow old for the rest of his life?
"Tong Xin, why are you here?"
Li Chengde saw Jiang Tongxin at the door. She came in with Wan Yunting, "I came to see grandpa, but he hasn't come yet, so I came to see Director Li."
"That's it. You guys sit down first, and I'll check Mr. Fang's legs first." Li Chengde continued to check Fang Shoushan's legs.
Jiang Tongxin nodded and wanted Wan Yunting to sit down, but he was looking at Fang Shoushan!
Fang Shoushan felt his gaze and raised his head to look at him. As a result, Wan Yunting said, "Your legs must have been damaged by being run over by a car, right?"
Fang Shoushan was startled, and Li Chengde immediately turned to look at Wan Yunting, seemingly displeased with him for speaking out, and interrupted himself to show Mr. Fang's legs.
"He is the one who treated Mr. Kang's mother," Jiang Tongxin said.
"Oh, it's you."
The illness of the mother of the richest man Kang Hongwen naturally spread to the Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine.
When Li Chengde saw him wearing cleaner's clothes, his face was full of disdain: "He is really a cleaner."
But Wan Yunting's attention was already focused on Fang Shoushan's legs. "The meridians are blocked, the muscles are atrophied, the blood vessels are hardened, and you lose consciousness. If another year passes, your legs will be useless!"
"What do you mean?"
Fang Shoushan didn't know who he was, but from what Wan Yunting said, he could tell that there was still hope for his legs!
"If your legs can receive effective treatment in time, you can still stand up." Wan Yunting said lightly.
"real?"
Fang Shoushan stared at Wan Yunting with wide eyes, feeling excited as if he saw a ray of light in the darkness.
"Shameless talk!"
Li Chengde stood up, glared at Wan Yunting and said, "Mr. Fang's legs are so disabled that not even Dean Jiang can cure him. What nonsense are you talking about?"
"Do you really think that you are very powerful just because you cured Mr. Kang's mother's intestinal disease? This is an orthopedic disease, do you understand?"
These words made Wan Yunting shake his head and smile. Does it mean that the disease that he cannot cure means that others cannot cure it?
"Besides, you are still a rapist!"
Li Chengde rolled his eyes at Wan Yunting with disdain, and then said to Jiang Tongxin: "Tongxin, why did you bring him here? Do you still want to recommend him to our Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine?"
"I can tell you that our Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine does not need someone with a history of committing crimes like him to be a doctor."
These words made Jiang Tongxin frown and said nothing.
When Fang Shoushan heard that this young man was a rapist, his hopes were extinguished in an instant.
"What if I could heal his legs?"
Wan Yunting pointed at Fang Shoushan's legs and said calmly to Li Chengde, who looked down upon him.
"Haha, you really don't know the heights of the world."
Li Chengde sneered, "Don't say you can cure Mr. Fang's legs. If you can make him move his toes now, I, Li Chengde, will personally go to beg Dean Jiang to let you stay in the Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine and give me the position of director."
Let me give it to you!"
These words made Fang Shoushan raise his eyebrows. So many doctors judged his legs to be permanently disabled, but in his heart, he always longed to stand up again...