I Can Hear the Heart's Voice of Traditional Chinese Medicine-Chapter 354 - 153: Targeting Dean Zhang

Lu Xuan was simmering the medicine, paying no attention.

However, although he didn’t speak, Huang Beishan mentioned him: "Dean Zhang, don’t flatter yourself. Even if you want to learn from a master, our Lu might not take you as a student. Do you really think we’re eager to have you?"

After saying that, he added: "Lu, isn’t that right?"

Lu Xuan turned back and smiled.

Although there had been some unpleasantness with Zhang Jiwei just now, it was best for someone like him from the younger generation not to get involved in these jokes among the older generation like Huang Beishan.

Huang Beishan knew Lu Xuan wouldn’t respond, so he grumpily looked at Zhang Jiwei: "Learn if you want, or don’t."

"However, Dean Zhang, I’m serious. Your talent is truly wasted by not studying Traditional Chinese Medicine. If you’d chosen it back then, you might have been the dean of the Provincial Hospital of Traditional Chinese Medicine by now, possibly even a nationally recognized practitioner, maybe even joining the Insurance Committee. Unlike me, who isn’t quite up to that yet. But Lu might achieve it in the future."

"Are you serious?" Zhang Jiwei’s expression became a bit more serious.

Huang Beishan rolled his eyes: "Of course! Would I lie about something like this? If you don’t believe me, you can ask Lu. I might pull your leg, but Lu surely wouldn’t, right?"

Instinctively, Zhang Jiwei cast a glance at Lu Xuan, but recalling the earlier unpleasantness, his expression grew awkward.

Although he often argued fiercely with people like Huang Beishan, they were old acquaintances and usually made up quickly.

But as for Lu Xuan, it was their first meeting today, and they’d already had a red-faced quarrel, so he felt hesitant to speak.

Even if he did open his mouth, the other party might not engage with him.

If that happened, it would be embarrassing.

Especially with Huang Beishan and Zhang Jingcai present, he had to maintain some dignity.

"Being able to deduce from text alone that eating less could reduce excessiveness—a skill rare even in Traditional Chinese Medicine—Old Huang isn’t wrong. Dean Zhang, your talent is indeed high, but this is just the tip of the iceberg; to see if it holds, we must view the bigger picture." Lu Xuan explained earnestly.

Even though Lu Xuan had earlier quarreled with Zhang Jiwei, he figured if Zhang Jiwei truly wished to learn, he wouldn’t want to turn him away.

Promoting Traditional Chinese Medicine can’t be done by just one person; it requires a group of like-minded allies and letting more people recognize, contact, and even learn Chinese Medicine.

Dismissing the opportunity of teaching City First Hospital’s dean Zhang Jiwei would indeed be a waste.

Integrating Western medicine with Traditional Chinese Medicine might have a positive influence.

But apparently, Zhang Jiwei didn’t expect that seemingly innocent and harmless Lu Xuan would, like Huang Beishan, also set his sights on him.

At this moment, seeing Lu Xuan acknowledge his talent, Zhang Jiwei was visibly tempted.

Though he often disparaged Chinese Medicine, any practice that has survived thousands of years must have some substance, or it wouldn’t have endured.

Also, it was undeniable that countries in Europe, America, Japan, and South Korea were placing increasing emphasis on Chinese Medicine.

In treating malignant tumors, Chinese Medicine’s philosophy indeed surpasses Western medicine in some aspects. Nowadays, even in dealing with such tumors, Western medicine is aligning more with Chinese principles, realizing that mere surgery or chemotherapy isn’t effective and only exacerbates the spread of cancer cells, leading to an incurable situation.

Even if Zhang Jiwei didn’t want to admit it, he had to face this reality.

Furthermore, concerning the Insurance Committee Huang Beishan mentioned, it’s mostly filled by Chinese medicine practitioners; Western medicine practitioners are rare, which speaks volumes about how valued Chinese Medicine is at higher levels.

Of course, Zhang Jiwei’s sights weren’t set that far ahead; at his age, reaching a level in Chinese Medicine to join the Insurance Committee is pretty much impossible unless he had talent like Lu Xuan’s.

But even if not for these reasons, learning more for himself would never be a bad idea.

Live and learn.

Later in retirement, maybe he could, like Huang Beishan and others, consult at the United South Chinese Medicine Association, ensuring his family’s health.

That’s something Western medicine can’t achieve; Traditional Chinese Medicine excels in this area.

But at his age, self-studying seems a bit unrealistic.

Many principles in Traditional Chinese Medicine require time for in-depth study.

Moreover, as the City First Hospital’s dean, he didn’t have much time to delve into studies.

In such cases, having a teacher would naturally make learning much more efficient.

However, for him as a Western medical dean, and especially the City First Hospital’s dean, to learn Chinese Medicine from a twenty-something was a bit unsettling.

Of course, that’s not the main issue.

The crucial point is, he must be ready for the inevitable public criticism.

Just thinking of being possibly scorned by countless Western medicine colleagues sent a chill down Zhang Jiwei’s spine.

The thought of becoming an apprentice vanished instantly.

It just wasn’t the right time, not unless he was willing to give up his current position as the City First Hospital’s dean.

Now was not the time.

The position of City First Hospital’s dean, isn’t it appealing?

Why learn Chinese Medicine?

Once retired, he could still study.

With this in mind, Zhang Jiwei’s expression became resolute: "I’ll stick to my own little domain; otherwise, I might end up being sold by you, Old Huang, and still count the money for you."

Huang Beishan sighed at Zhang Jiwei’s decision, having already anticipated this outcome.