Chapter 1630: 1576 Old Chinese Medicine Doctor

Leisurely returning to the ward, Zheng Ren pondered the task given by Big Pig Trotter, 'Leaf Fall Returns to Root'.

Generally speaking, this task is somewhat strange,

The elderly Mr. Wang of the Nanyang family is already ninety; at that age, one should be considered as having exhausted one's oil and wick, so how could Big Pig Trotter still give me a task?

Looking at the task's name, is it to fetch Mr. Wang back to the country and bury him in the ancestral grave?

Don't say it, it's also possible. But Zheng Ren quickly dismissed that idea; it's utterly impossible!

Returning to the country, dying, and burial are general administrative work, having nothing to do with medicine, while the title of the task given by Big Pig Trotter is Main Line Quest.

What connection does Leaf Fall Returns to Root have with the Main Line Quest?

End-of-life care can barely be considered medical, but it absolutely has nothing to do with the Main Line Quest.

Returning to the ward, Zheng Ren saw a few young people supporting an elderly person at the office door, the old man waving his arms to refuse assistance.

Some elderly people are stubborn, refusing to grow old or admit defeat; this is quite common.

Zheng Ren chuckled, but immediately he noticed something strange.

The old man wore a Tang suit, quite standard. Only the material was slightly stiff, looking like a brand-new outfit.

On his feet were a pair of black cloth shoes with thousand-layer soles, handcrafted.

Nowadays, few people dress like this; Zheng Ren has only seen Song Ying's elder brother and Master Yan dress this way.

But the old man's attire still differs from Master Yan's; however you look at it, it seems awkward.

If Zheng Ren were to point out exactly what's awkward, he still couldn't do it.

Weird!

Zheng Ren glanced at the old man while walking in.

"Don't help me! You don't need to pretend to be filial sons and grandsons here." the old man shouted.

The two middle-aged people beside him looked like his sons, wearing smiles on their faces, none daring to provoke the old man.

But they didn't leave, fearing the old man might accidentally fall if he wasn't paying attention.

Looking at him, he seems fine; it's a fairly typical pattern of patients being restless and anxious, with family members endlessly indulging them.

"Who are you looking for?" Chang Yue asked, standing at the doorway.

"Doctor Chang, you don't recognize me? You just came to see me." Seeing Chang Yue come out, the old man immediately changed his expression and said with a smile.

"You are... uh... Xiao Tianci?!" Chang Yue exclaimed, "You're not supposed to be hospitalized at the Community Hospital waiting for examination?"

Having changed into a strange outfit, even Chang Yue didn't recognize the patient at first glance.

"Hmm." Xiao Tianci smiled, "Just now there were two things I didn't ask; I came over to clarify them."

"Oh oh, please come in, please come in." Chang Yue hurriedly said.

She let Xiao Tianci and his two sons into the office, then saw Zheng Ren and Su Yun return.

Chang Yue didn't speak, merely gesturing for Su Yun to come in.

"Doctor Chang, I've inquired among patients who just had Shou Bing; they say your Shou Bing is particularly good." After Xiao Tianci entered the room, he said politely.

Compared to his previous irritable demeanor, it was completely different, as if he had become another person.

Zheng Ren knew that many patients still feel some awe toward doctors.

After all, seeking medical treatment and medicine, the very act of seeking implicitly raises the doctor's status considerably.

Of course, not everyone is like that; a small minority still nitpick, but that's ultimately just a few.

No one wishes to be unwell; going back twenty years, the big brothers in society had an unspoken rule: you must not harm doctors.

Otherwise, due to karmic retribution, one might end up being hacked to death and dying in the street, with no one to treat them.

It's a pity that the martial world nowadays is increasingly lacking its martial spirit; these rules have long been thrown who-knows-where.

Perhaps this counts as a loss of traditional culture?

Chang Yue smiled, "The leader of our Medical Team, Professor Zheng, is highly skilled; the technique of this TIPS Surgery has also been nominated for this year's Nobel Prize in Medicine."

"Doctor Chang, I'd like to see Professor Zheng to consult two questions; do you think that's okay?" Xiao Tianci said.

"Chief Zheng, you're wanted." Seeing the patient's amiable attitude, not like he's here to cause trouble or have other issues, Chang Yue said to Zheng Ren standing at the doorway.

"I'll go change clothes." Zheng Ren said, "Elder sir, please wait a moment."

Having said that, he turned and went to change clothes.

"Su Yun, do you feel something's off about the patient?" Zheng Ren asked.

"Indeed not, but I can't pinpoint the problem." Su Yun also felt the same, saying, "The issue with the Tang suit is my first impression; however, that outfit is a bit ill-fitting, but I haven't noticed anything else."

"Let's take a look." Zheng Ren immediately switched his mindset to clinical medical mode, not thinking about the Leaf Fall Returns to Root task.

After changing clothes, the two came to the office.

Zheng Ren wore a smile on his face, gently saying, "Elder sir, hello, I am Zheng Ren, Doctor Zheng."

Xiao Tianci sized up Zheng Ren from head to toe; after a long while, he sighed and said, "Professor Zheng, you've achieved great things at a young age."

"You flatter me, you flatter me." Zheng Ren laughed, "What business do you have with me?"

Xiao Tianci, angry, poked his son with his cane, saying, "Look at you guys, your ages have basically gone to the dogs!"

Zheng Ren immediately thought of Heizi.

Being able to bury a little Teddy alive, steal someone's donkey—ordinary people couldn't do that. The old gentleman said his son's age had basically gone to the dogs; Zheng Ren expressed disagreement.

The two middle-aged men smirked, not daring to retort, let alone hide.

It seems this family's upbringing is very strict; despite being so old, the son behaves like a grandson.

Thinking of this, Zheng Ren chuckled inwardly; the son being like a grandson—what kind of saying is that?

"Professor Zheng, do you know my condition?" Xiao Tianci asked.

"For now I don't know; normally we'd make rounds tomorrow morning and check uniformly." Zheng Ren said.

"I'm also a doctor, an old Chinese medicine practitioner." Xiao Tianci smiled, "Shall we go to the medicine room for a check-up? My ascites volume is considerable; after all these years of self-regulation, I can no longer hold up."

Zheng Ren smiled.

It turned out they were colleagues.

He had objections to the divine doctor, and on top of that, Su Yun constantly nagged about X-ray eyes and peeking at the young widow bathing; Zheng Ren felt his head throb painfully whenever he heard the so-called divine doctor.

But Zheng Ren still maintained profound respect for genuine, seasoned Chinese physicians who take pulses, practice observation, listening, questioning, and palpation, and diagnose and treat accordingly.

Things that can be passed down for a thousand years all have their reasons; not understanding them is one's own matter, and one cannot say Chinese medicine is wrong.

But nowadays, Chinese medicine has been ruined by some irresponsible patent medicines.

They don't even talk about pattern-based diagnosis and treatment, yet keep harping on tradition— isn't that just nonsense?

"Elder, this way please," Zheng Ren said politely, showing respect for an elderly medical senior.

Xiao Tianci also exchanged a few polite words and went with Zheng Ren to the dispensing room.

Su Yun and Chang Yue exchanged a glance, and they both felt a bit Strange. The old man exuded a certain oddness; after thinking for a long time, they simply couldn't figure out where the problem lay.