Chapter 3150

Arriving at a somewhat remote spot, Xie Yiren found a place to park.

Right here.

Zheng Ren glanced up; upstairs was a café, presumably Xie Yiren's classmates were waiting there. As for what the matter was, he didn't really care—Gang Chang Ke is after all a small department, diagnosis and treatment aren't that troublesome.

In 912, Gang Chang Ke might be able to hold its own against gastroenterology, vying for rectal cancer treatment qualifications. But in a private hospital, especially a specialty Gang Chang Ke hospital, who would want to do rectal cancer surgery? Are external hemorrhoids too troublesome, or do internal hemorrhoids just not make much money?

So he was relaxed; this time he was just helping Yi Ren solve a problem. Zheng Ren guessed the most likely possibility was that the Gang Chang Ke specialty hospital's technical skill was too poor—even ordinary surgeries couldn't be done well. What serious illness could a Gang Chang Ke department have?

Walking up the stairs with light steps, the café wasn't big, only three tables of customers. By the window sat a slightly dazed-looking girl staring blankly out the window, unknown what she was thinking.

"Lingzi, I'm here." Yi Ren walked over and greeted, "This is my boyfriend, Doctor Zheng; this is Doctor Su from our Medical Team."

"Greeting." The girl stood up, bowed slightly, and extended her hand.

She felt a bit dazed, thinking the two before her looked familiar, but she hadn't rested well these days and couldn't recall who they were at once. One seemed honest, the other……really energetic!

"Have a seat, don't be polite. Yi Ren said you've run into some trouble—what's going on?" Zheng Ren asked.

Yi Ren sat directly beside Lingzi, while Zheng Ren and Su Yun sat on the other side of the table.

Zheng Ren got straight to the point, not wanting to waste time on pleasantries.

"Doctor Zheng, that's how it is." Lingzi said somewhat worriedly, "Six days ago I admitted a 34‑year‑old female patient diagnosed with external hemorrhoids; after admission she was examined, and five days ago she underwent surgery. The surgery went smoothly, with nothing special, but postoperatively she has been unable to urinate……"

Zheng Ren listened quietly; the nerves for external hemorrhoid surgery and the bladder are worlds apart, so it probably isn't surgical damage.

"At first our hospital director held a consultation, the diagnosis was……" She hesitated, then said, "The diagnosis is urinary retention."

"Oh, urinary retention is a TCM term, and that's not wrong. I recall there's a medicine called Urinary Retention Relief, often used clinically." Zheng Ren said flatly.

Lingzi seemed a bit surprised; generally Western doctors look down on TCM, and since at least half of TCM practitioners are quacks spouting nonsense, its reputation has been poor in recent years. Yet this Doctor Zheng seemed to have no prejudice against TCM, and upon hearing the diagnosis of urinary retention, he showed no contempt.

"How did you come up with that diagnosis?" Su Yun asked, frowning.

"Our director says it's due to overindulgence in spicy, alcoholic, hot, rich, and greasy foods; damp‑heat injures *** fluid, causing blood stasis, sand and stones blocking the water passages; chronic weakness damages kidney yin, making urination weak; mental tension and Gang Chang Ke ailments cause qi stagnation, leading to unfavorable bladder qi transformation and resulting retention."

"Huh." Su Yun didn't say more, just gave a cold snort.

"Even after taking the herbal decoction, there was no improvement."

"Is your hospital director from a TCM family?" Su Yun suddenly asked, "Or did he graduate from a TCM college?"

"Uh, I don't know that."

"Just open a Gang Chang Ke hospital and do proper surgery; why bother with TCM?" Su Yun said.

"You can't say that either; traditional Chinese medicine started doing hemorrhoid Shou Bing a long time ago." Zheng Ren said, then he glanced at Su Yun wanting to speak and immediately shut him up: "Zhang Juzheng, based on the symptoms, he probably had hemorrhoids; they say it was from eating the medicine Qi Jiguang gave him, but we won't talk about that. Later Xu Jie's… let's just call him the attending physician. This person went to do Zhang Juzheng's Shou Bing, but the effect was poor and he died after the operation."

"You're just talking wild history."

"It's dug up from clues; I think it's still quite credible." Zheng Ren said, "Traditional Chinese medicine started doing Shou Bing early on, but back then doctors used it to kill people. Zhengde, strong and healthy, after falling into the water and drinking wine, suddenly vomited blood during the Tianjin military parade. Cough, cough, I went off topic—anyway, Jiajing killed two batches of imperial physicians, preferring to take elixirs rather than see a doctor."

"Ha, Boss, I didn't know you liked that." Su Yun laughed loudly, "I thought you'd be willing to stand on the operating table and do Shou Bing; your made‑up wild history sounds like gossip."

"Um, I went off topic—what I mean is that traditional Chinese medicine, Shou Bing, and hemorrhoids have existed since ancient times; there's no Conflict. Actually, if it weren't for Zhang Juzheng touching too many people's interests, hemorrhoid Shou Bing would be fine. Think about it—what kind of person is Zhang Juzheng? If he weren't reliable, he wouldn't let people cut into his own body."

"Indeed." Su Yun nodded, which was rare for him.

"Xu Jie, old and scheming, wore out Zhang Juzheng, and died the following year."

"If Zhang Juzheng hadn't died, wouldn't Xu Jie have been able to hold on? This master‑disciple pair—what a pity."

"Getting back to the point, don't waste time on this useless talk. Your attitude toward traditional Chinese medicine should be better; even if you disagree, it should go through double‑blind …"

"Don't talk nonsense!" Su Yun said contemptuously, "What clinical Chinese medicine do you think is effective?"

"Although cinnabar red has already been made into an adjuvant drug, there were quite a few troubles A Few Years Ago, but I think the effect is still good. The Neurology Department uses it to unblock Blood Vessel—we won't talk about that. For Interventional surgery doing a first‑stage avascular necrosis of the femoral head, using cinnabar red, the effect is still acceptable."

Zheng Ren smiled slightly, looking at Su Yun, and said, "Besides, in critical care you've always used Blood Purifier, right? I haven't done a trial, so I don't know the effect, but in Hai Cheng the effect of Blood Purifier on critically infected patients has still been not bad."

"The new thymus method is still better." Su Yun habitually started changing the topic.

"Sorry, Lingzi." Zheng Ren didn't follow Su Yun's train of thought; he smiled slightly and apologized to the girl opposite, "Please continue."

"Um… Doctor Zheng, don't be polite." Lingzi felt a bit restrained after hearing the honorific "nín". The doctors in 912 were all senior to her, yet he used the honorific. Although it's probably just the polite talk of an old Di Du resident, she's still not used to it.

"After one day he still couldn't urinate; I was afraid something would happen, so I inserted a urinary catheter. Yesterday I removed the catheter, but the patient still couldn't urinate." Lingzi said, "Everyone at home looks at me funny; I'm so scared I don't dare sleep during night shifts, afraid they'll burst in at midnight and beat me. Recently a few more doctors have been injured, making me fearful as well."

"It won't happen; generally speaking, unreasonable patients and their families are still few. Hurry up and solve the problem—what disease are you considering the patient has?" Zheng Ren mused while asking.