I Can Talk to the Internal Organs-Chapter 206 - 175: Coming to the Door

In the following days, apart from consulting patients, Lu Jiu was also busy with two things.

One was studying, and the other was writing a report.

As for studying, the progress wasn't great, but the old man taught very meticulously. It was slow, but it was understandable. It's just that at the current stage, it couldn't be applied.

Perhaps when he can fully integrate what he's learned, he could try combining the knowledge of The Book of Changes with traditional Chinese medicine. By then, Lu Jiu's medical skills might see a qualitative leap.

Of course, Lu Jiu himself didn't know what level he could reach specifically.

He felt that advancing beyond traditional Chinese medicine to the Upper Medical Realm was quite hopeful.

Lu Jiu had finished half of the report's content.

With over 20,000 words, he had expressed all his thoughts. The rest was still being refined.

The good news was that returning patients over the past few days had brought Lu Jiu quite a few surprises.

Shi Zixiong's mother, Rao He, was now able to eat normally. Although she didn't eat much, she could handle home-cooked dishes. Her sleep was also better, though she frequently woke up at four or five in the morning and couldn't fall back asleep.

During this period, seeing that Rao He was recovering well, with her blood and energy much improved, Lu Jiu began acupuncture treatment, which contributed to her rapid recovery. Besides acupuncture and prescription treatment, Lu Jiu also taught Rao He the Eight Vajra Skills.

Practicing Vajra Skill in the morning and Longevity Skill in the evening, maintaining this routine every day.

Although Rao He's movements were not standard, the effects were very noticeable. She went from sweating profusely during the Vajra Skill practice to only sweating slightly. Her flexibility was noticeably better than before. All signs indicated her body was recovering quite well.

Shi Zixiong also recorded videos of his mother's daily life every day, and these days, there was much more smile on his face.

The other was Yu Guolai's mother, who could now walk with assistance.

In less than half a month, a stroke patient was able to walk, which amazed many patients visiting the clinic. Their recognition of Lu Jiu's medical skill was deeply entrenched.

This led to an endless stream of banners being delivered to Lu Jiu's clinic.

On one white wall, it was wholly covered with banners.

It quite resembled the days of Lu Mountain.

Except, Lu Mountain had tucked all his banners away in a box.

As for Lu Jiu, a young man caring about fame, he hung them on the wall — partly to show off, partly as a reminder to continue his efforts, striving to treat every patient well and live up to their trust. 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝘦𝓌𝑒𝑏𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝘭.𝒸𝘰𝑚

But while Lu Jiu was happy, the pharmacy owner next to him was frustrated.

Initially, he had spent a long time advertising his products on TV. While people did show up, upon seeing the crowd at Lu Jiu's clinic, they joined the commotion and were coaxed into the clinic, leaving no one to buy medicine from his pharmacy.

He spent thousands on advertising, only for it to go to waste, seemingly benefiting others.

Out of desperation, an idea struck the owner.

Hey!

They're not buying Western medicine, so I'll sell traditional Chinese medicine.

Since you can use me, I can use you. You have so many patients each day; surely, you'll run short on medicinal herbs sometimes, right?

Once he figured this out, the owner started stocking up on Chinese medicinal herbs.

But unfortunately, while he understood business, he didn't understand herbs.

He finally got a batch in, and indeed Lu Jiu's side ran short of herbs shortly after.

However, when patients bought his medicine and went home to find it ineffective, they returned to Lu Jiu for follow-up. Upon questioning, and after patients showed the herbs to Lu Jiu, they found out that half of them were sulfur-fumigated.

They looked good in appearance, but their medicinal properties were already compromised.

It was akin to many farmers feeding clenbuterol to pigs.

Once this issue came to light, patients at Lu Jiu's clinic realized the pharmacy next door sold fake medicine.

Thus, the pharmacy owner, who hoped to profit off Lu Jiu, suffered a considerable loss due to his ignorance of medicinal herbs.

The fault wasn't entirely his; the real blame lay with the sellers.

But what can you do? That's the environment we live in.

In an economic society where everyone wants to make quick money, inferior products often trump quality ones.

Yet, extremes will eventually revert; such an era won't last long. When it finally spirals out of control, normalcy will gradually return.

Zibo is like this, as is Pang Xilai. Their popularity proves where the hearts of the people lie.

People are growing weary of false prosperity.

Nobody is a fool, and nobody wants to be treated as such.

Sincerity should be the main theme of society.

...

Changyi.

Jiangling Street, Mo Xunhua Inn.

"Dr. Wu, are you serious?"

Zhang Zhengli held his phone with a stern expression, his eyes full of anger.

"There's no mistake. They may act the part, but their accent and demeanor are not like locals." A rough voice came from the other end of the call.

Zhang Zhengli continued, "Did you sell them the prescription?"

On the other end, Dr. Wu immediately replied, "How could I sell it to them? But these Fusang devils still wanted to invite me over, offering a high salary."

Zhang Zhengli frowned, "So they spotted my video, found you, and then tried every possible way to get your prescription? When they couldn't, they offered you a lot of money?"

Dr. Wu said, "I don't know, I was just suspicious, so I called you. It was too coincidental, they showed up about half a month after you filmed. Although I do have out-of-town clients, they're always referred acquaintances with names, not like these two who just fumbled over their words."

Zhang Zhengli said, "Dr. Wu, this is somewhat beyond my expectations. Let me hang up and ask other doctors. If they've had similar experiences, it's likely someone is using my videos to search for traditional Chinese medicine practitioners."

Dr. Wu replied, "Alright, alright, go ahead."

Zhang Zhengli hung up, his face immediately darkening.

Ke Ying, who had heard the entire conversation, was also upset, "Honey, have we been used?"

Zhang Zhengli gritted his teeth, "Let me confirm first."

With that, he began to call various traditional Chinese medicine practitioners he had interviewed before, one by one.

Sure enough, after nearly an hour of inquiries, several practitioners had indeed encountered these Fusang devils. They were adept at disguise, and without Zhang Zhengli's call, many wouldn't have realized they'd been approached.

After all, not everyone is so perceptive. Some of these people have lived in Huaxia since childhood, making their mannerisms and accents hard to distinguish. However, a careful observer could still spot some discrepancies.

No matter how you look at it, cultural differences mean different thoughts, leading to distinct behaviors.

This is something ingrained in one's bones — it can't be faked.

"Unbelievable, these people are truly pervasive. Even my low-profile videos were noticed. No wonder there are textbook incidents, century-old Chinese medicine enterprises being acquired — these Fusang devils haven't given up on trying to subdue Huaxia!"

Zhang Zhengli was beside himself with anger.

He hadn't expected the series of videos he painstakingly created to uncover traditional Chinese medicine practitioners to become a weapon in their hands.

It's infuriating!

"Honey, do you think they might harm these practitioners?" Ke Ying asked.

Zhang Zhengli shook his head, "Probably not. Their aim is to buy the formulas or entice practitioners to go abroad. They wouldn't dare break our laws, but one person I'm very concerned about."

Ke Ying asked, "Who?"

Zhang Zhengli said, "Lu Jiu."

"He can treat cancer. If these people find out about this, who knows what they might do…"