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Chapter 70 Observations in My Heart, Words Unspoken
Chapter 70 Observations in My Heart, Words Unspoken
1. The more severe the illness, the lighter and more refreshed one feels.
Chen Shanhe slowly withdrew the needles, smoothly completing the entire series of treatment and conditioning actions.
As the elderly woman, Zhou, lay quietly on the bed, her tightly furrowed brows gradually relaxed, and her tense, stiff waist and legs, which had been unable to bend or straighten all day, slowly relaxed and straightened.
The deep, piercing pain and numbness that had lingered for over a decade dissipated in a short time under this precise treatment, instantly relieving the heavy burden on the body and leaving it feeling light and comfortable.
The old woman tried to move her legs gently, and the tearing pain that had been etched on her face with the slightest movement was completely relieved. The pain and haggardness that had lingered on her face for years disappeared, and a long-lost sense of ease and warmth appeared in her eyes.
She turned slightly to the side, her eyes shining with surprise, and spoke softly with an incredulous and moved tone.
"For so many years, my waist and legs have never felt so relaxed and comfortable. It's like the heavy burden that has been weighing on me for over a decade has suddenly been lifted off my shoulders."
"Before, I was in so much pain that I couldn't turn over in bed and couldn't sleep at night. Even the slightest movement was excruciating. It was unbearable for me every day. Today, I can finally relax."
Zhou Deshan walked quickly to the bedside, his eyes fixed on his wife, his face filled with disbelief and emotion.
He quickly reached out and gently supported his wife's body, his fingertips carefully exploring the warm muscles of her waist and legs. He watched as the long-standing blockages in her meridians were cleared and the chill dissipated, and a deep sense of awe welled up in his eyes.
Having practiced medicine for four or five decades, personally prescribing medicine and administering acupuncture every day, Chen Shanhe had achieved remarkable results in a short time for a chronic ailment that had defied all his efforts for over a decade, only providing temporary relief from pain. This extraordinary medical skill far exceeded his entire lifelong understanding of medicine.
Xu Jingming stood to the side, his eyes widening in astonishment. He leaned forward slightly, nodding repeatedly, his heart filled with amazement. He was completely impressed by the results before him.
Su Wanjing's eyes were gentle and kind. Looking at the old man whose illness had subsided and who was finally at peace, a gentle smile slowly appeared on her lips.
Only Chen Shanhe remained calm and composed, showing no signs of emotion. He had already anticipated the effectiveness of the treatment and was not surprised at all.
Zhou Deshan turned and stared at Chen Shanhe, his lips moving repeatedly. He was overwhelmed with gratitude and respect, and he didn't know how to express his thanks.
Poems as proof:
Years of cold-induced numbness and stiffness in the tendons,
A skillful touch instantly relieves pain and sorrow.
Once the chronic illness is gone, the body feels refreshed.
I just learned that the expert is superior.
Second, suspicions arose from private review.
With the treatment inside the room completely finished, everyone quietly left the bedroom so that Old Mrs. Zhou could rest peacefully in bed.
Zhou Deshan gently closed the door, then, with a solemn expression, he reached out and pulled Xu Jingming to walk quickly to the secluded corridor in the courtyard.
The two deliberately avoided Chen Shanhe and Su Wanjing, who were sitting quietly in the hall, and stood side by side in a corner of the corridor, lowering their voices to quietly discuss the details of the treatment they had just received.
Zhou Deshan frowned deeply, his eyes constantly recalling every detail of Chen Shanhe's diagnosis, acupuncture, and herbal prescription. His face was filled with deep confusion.
He raised his finger and gently gestured the location of acupoints on his waist and legs in the air. His expression was solemn. He turned to Xu Jingming beside him and spoke in a low voice.
"Brother Xu, you saw the entire treatment process from beginning to end, didn't you?"
"The acupoints he used and the depth of his needle insertion were completely different from the conventional treatment methods commonly used in our provincial capital's medical community, and they did not follow any common sense at all."
Upon hearing this, Xu Jingming also frowned deeply, his mind replaying the scenes he had just witnessed. He shook his head and sighed repeatedly, his tone full of confusion.
"I saw it clearly, without missing a single detail."
"Not only are the acupuncture techniques unconventional, but even the combination of herbs for warming, dispelling cold and dampness completely breaks away from the established rules recorded in ancient medical classics."
"We have been practicing medicine for forty or fifty years, and we have thoroughly studied the medical classics of various dynasties. We have spent our lives following the rules and adhering to ancient methods of medicine. We have never seen such a unique diagnostic approach before."
The two of them talked back and forth, agreeing with each other, and carefully reviewed the entire process of taking pulses to distinguish between deficiency and excess, applying acupuncture to unblock the meridians, and using medicine to expel cold pathogens.
The more carefully I thought about it, the more surprised and uncertain I became; the more I pondered it, the more it itched in my heart.
The two doctors had practiced medicine for half their lives, seen countless patients, and met many renowned doctors from all over the country, but none of them had ever been as unconventional and unrestrained as Chen Shanhe, who could directly target the deepest root of the disease and resolve long-standing ailments from the source.
Poems as proof:
Standing quietly in the courtyard, I carefully reviewed the situation.
Both his approach to acupuncture and herbal medicine are exceptional.
Half a lifetime spent in medicine, all in vain.
The mysteries of creation within are difficult to fathom.
Third, filled with doubts, I find it difficult to speak.
In the courtyard, the two talked in hushed tones, their questions growing more and more numerous and intertwined, impossible to unravel.
From the subtle criteria for diagnosing the root cause of the disease to the order of meridian dredging, and the logic of the combination of medicinal herbs as principal, assistant, adjuvant, and guide herbs, everything is completely different from traditional medical techniques.
Zhou Deshan pinched his chin, his face solemn, his eyes filled with confusion and bewilderment.
He looked up at Chen Shanhe, who was sitting calmly in the hall, and tried to step forward several times.
The words were on the tip of his tongue, but he stopped abruptly, his face turning pale and then red, filled with unease and distress.
Xu Jingming saw through his old friend's thoughts. He also had countless questions he wanted to ask, but he hesitated to speak.
Xu Jingming sighed softly, shook his head helplessly at Zhou Deshan, and sighed in a low voice.
"We've lived most of our lives and are respected in the provincial medical community. People have always come to us seeking our advice."
"Now look what's happened. We've met a young man from the countryside who possesses extraordinary medical skills. We're full of doubts, but we don't even have the courage to ask him for advice."
Upon hearing this, Zhou Deshan was filled with shame and lowered his head deeply, looking increasingly uncomfortable.
Thinking back to her initial contempt and indifference towards Chen Shanhe when they first met, she now felt her face burning with embarrassment.
He used to be so confident in his seniority and reputation that he looked down on this young man from the countryside. Now, looking back, he finds it all incredibly absurd and laughable.
Poems as proof:
A bellyful of doubts lingered in my mind.
I wanted to speak, but I was too shy to.
I used to look down on you, but now I feel ashamed.
The words were on the tip of his tongue, but he stopped speaking.
Fourth, guarding one's face and hiding one's true feelings.
The two stood under the eaves in silence for a long time, each with a thousand thoughts churning in their hearts.
Mingming's thirst for knowledge had already reached its peak, with countless questions stuck in her throat, and she couldn't wait to step forward and ask them clearly.
However, the reputation they had built up over half a lifetime of medical practice, the physique of a veteran doctor, and the embarrassing past of looking down on each other in the past, all trapped the two of them, making it impossible for them to swallow their pride and take the initiative to seek advice.
Zhou Deshan let out a heavy sigh, his eyes filled with complex emotions, and slowly spoke as he gazed towards the hall.
"Well, it's because we have a narrow vision and cling to outdated ways of thinking that we can't grasp the top-notch principles of traditional Chinese medicine."
"At such a young age, he can see through the root cause of a disease that we can't understand even after a lifetime of research. Based on this alone, he has already surpassed us by thousands."
Xu Jingming nodded slowly, his eyes filled with realization and admiration, and his thoughts became clearer and more resolute.
The two said no more, silently keeping all their doubts, confusion, and curiosity deep in their hearts.
He could only rely on fragmented memories to repeatedly ponder and secretly analyze every technique and every step of medication he had just seen.
Both of them knew perfectly well that they had only learned the basics and had not even touched the real core techniques.
His admiration for Chen Shanhe's medical skills grew deeper and deeper, and the idea of studying diligently and becoming his disciple took root in his heart and could not be shaken off.
Poems as proof:
Holding onto face is an unspeakable dilemma.
It is difficult to truly understand medical principles by secretly pondering them.
I have long admired your original aspirations.
I await the opportune moment to pay homage to a sage.