Chapter 270: Only Discuss the Condition, Not the Person (Seeking Subscriptions)

Fang Ziye had indeed not expected Doctor Chen to suddenly invite him to go see another person.

No need to think — this person certainly wasn't Huang Kai, whom he had seen before.

Perhaps it was because Teacher Deng Yong's instructions before going to Xia'en City were brought up again by someone today, making Fang Ziye instinctively more guarded: "Old Doctor Chen, seeing you hesitate, this patient's situation must be quite special; how about we just don't go?"

Medicine doesn't take detours.

Old Doctor Chen had never thought of little Fang before, nor at any other time, but precisely at this moment he wanted him to go see a person.

Either Old Doctor Chen didn't trust his skill, or the other party's identity was inherently special.

Fang Ziye was no longer a pure, pure rookie; after immersing himself in the laboratory, he had come into contact with some Associate Professors, and through those interactions learned that Han City in Hubei Province, as one of Eastern Han's Military Regions, had many military bigwigs stationed there or rotating through.

Regarding matters related to national defense, Fang Ziye dared not have the slightest negligence.

Because Fang Ziye had never thought of taking the military doctor path, it was best to minimize contact with such people.

As for the matter of Enshi establishing a sanatorium, this wasn't any special secret — every Military Region certainly had its own sanatorium, and every place might have more than one; Enshi's sanatorium was absolutely not unique.

But the sanatorium being able to be established in Enshi certainly had an inseparable relationship with Old Chinese Doctor Chen.

"Then let's go anyway." Old Chinese Doctor Chen, hearing Fang Ziye's words of wanting to slip away, hurriedly smiled.

"It's already come to this, so you can stop pretending to be some little slippery fellow."

"If I tell you to go, you go; just keep straight in your own mind what should be said and what shouldn't, and that's that."

Old Doctor Chen spoke to this point, then seeing Fang Ziye about to speak, simply said directly: "As for the rest, don't ask, and I won't tell; even if I told you, some things you might not want to hear, and might not be suitable to hear."

"Come on, follow me for a trip, walk around and look; if there's something to say, say it; if not, we'll come back..."

With the matter thus settled, Fang Ziye arrived at another sanatorium single room, where a man in his fifties was resting inside.

After entering, Old Doctor Chen busied himself talking with the old man, while Fang Ziye in his white coat and another white coat prepared for the pre-massage operations — such as clearing previous case records, operation records, and so on...

Fang Ziye noticed that the old man with slightly white hair, though a resident of the sanatorium, was extremely respectful to Old Chinese Doctor Chen; such respect naturally revealed itself in their conversation and laughter.

It was absolutely not the kind of respect a patient has for a doctor, and there was respect in other aspects as well.

At the same time, on Fang Ziye's side, during the process of collecting data, he also noticed that the people able to live in the sanatorium — besides the medical record materials being in Chinese that Fang Ziye could understand — everything else he couldn't understand at all.

For example, the patient's name, gender, age, native place, ethnicity, occupation, etc. — not even standard text, all were strings of codes made of numbers plus symbols. Or just pure numbers.

Fang Ziye hadn't encountered this before, but when he was a Master's Student previously, the highest-status patient he had taken over was an incumbent vice-provincial-level leader, yet his name wasn't under this kind of code system either.

Fang Ziye also didn't know whether that leader's rank wasn't enough or he was a marginalized figure, so he didn't get such treatment, or whether the people inside the sanatorium had even more special identities, and such specialness had nothing to do with their own rank.

The data Fang Ziye could collect was just: middle-aged male, and then the corresponding symptoms — mainly involuntary trembling of the four limbs, intermittent convulsions, neurogenic atrophy...

These symptoms also had no diagnosis; they were extracted and summarized by Fang Ziye himself through the descriptions inside.

After doing these things, Fang Ziye followed the other white coat, cooperating to give the old man a tuina session — mainly that white coat did the tuina, while Fang Ziye was responsible for clearing instruments and sundries, or doing a physical exam, recording data.

He was the white coat responsible for recording, having not a penny's relation to the treatment.

Yet even so, the old man still noticed Fang Ziye was a stranger, and asked: "Old Doctor Chen, your sanatorium's team has had quite a change recently? This young man looks very unfamiliar!"

Though he was asking, he was actually very polite and respectful, without the slightest intention of questioning Old Doctor Chen.

"There are quite a few changes, mainly transferring some manpower over, slowly running in and building a larger team, the old leading the new. Continuous and unending."

"We old bones will all be buried in the earth one day, but the inheritance cannot be broken." Old Chinese Doctor Chen explained with such a sigh.

And such sentiment seemed to infect the other middle-aged man with half-white hair and beard, resonating in his heart: "Yes, people all grow old, those in office all retire, but things must continue, society and everything will develop, development needs inheritance..."

Just like that, the two shifted the topic away again.

Before Fang Ziye and the white coat withdrew, Old Chinese Doctor Chen had already bid farewell and left the sanatorium area, waiting outside for ten-odd minutes before Fang Ziye was led out of the sanatorium room by the other white coat.

Only after this did Old Doctor Chen ask Fang Ziye: "Little Fang, just now following Doctor Du for a purely Traditional Chinese Medicine skill rehabilitation, do you have any thoughts or feelings about skill rehabilitation? Let's just chat casually."

Old Doctor Chen was very professional, not mentioning the previously raised matter at all, as if it really was just mutual exchange between modern and traditional medicine.

Fang Ziye said very seriously: "Old Doctor Chen, from a professional angle, the current rehabilitation's significance isn't great."

"The functions that should exist all exist; the remaining functions belong to age-related degeneration, not something simple convalescence can rehabilitate."

"In our Modern Medicine, this belongs to non-therapeutic rehabilitation..."

Hearing this, Old Chinese Doctor Chen said: "Doctor Fang, you don't need to discuss significance, nor discuss whether it's non-therapeutic rehabilitation or rehabilitative treatment and such big-direction issues; you just say, do you yourself have any kind of thoughts on today's skill rehabilitation?"

Old Chinese Doctor Chen continued asking, once more making Fang Ziye's expression turn a few degrees more solemn.

Only, at this moment, he added another sentence: "The mask of time needs time to unveil; Doctor Fang, the best we can do is do well the present. After all, every era has its unsung heroes."

Once Old Chinese Doctor Chen finished these words, Fang Ziye instantly felt his balls ache unbearably.

Clearly agreed to disregard identity, why still have to point out moral kidnapping?

Every era has unsung heroes — if you didn't say this sentence, how much better would that be?

Fang Ziye thought for nearly half a minute, then cautiously replied with one sentence: "If we can only discuss the condition and not the person, then there's no need to continue handling this."

(Chapter End)