Chapter 31: Chapter 31: Is Traditional Chinese Medicine Outdated?
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The doctors had no choice but to call the dean over.
In the entire imperial city, who didn’t know that Director Xiang Minhai of The First Hospital loathed traditional Chinese medicine.
Therefore, indeed, there was no one here who practiced Chinese medicine.
As Lu Hualiang stepped out to make a phone call, Director Xiang Minhai arrived, his expression grim.
“Who’s asking for Chinese medicine?”
“Me.” Xia Weibao gestured weakly, pale and in pain.
Xiang Minhai’s face showed disdain.
Deep down, he looked down on Xia Weibao.
It would be fair to say that no one in Huaxia Country respected Xia Weibao now.
“Madam, if you want to find a Chinese medicine practitioner, go somewhere else. Coming to our Western hospital to ask for this, isn’t that a bit unreasonable?”
If it weren’t for the sake of Lu Hualiang, he would have outright accused Xia Weibao of causing trouble!
He couldn’t understand how a man of Lu Hualiang’s status could marry a woman with such a tarnished reputation.
Xia Weibao, utterly without the strength to argue, just said, “Find me a Chinese doctor.”
“Madam, your back has suffered severe burns and requires a skin graft. Do you really expect a Chinese medicine practitioner to perform a skin transplant?”
“Director, as a Chinese person, how can you only advocate Western medicine? Have you forgotten what our ancestors left for us?”
Xiang Minhai’s nostrils flared, evidently infuriated by Xia Weibao, “Chinese medicine is outdated, and those deceivers still have followers. They’ll end up killing you sooner or later!”
Xiang Minhai was an authority in the Huaxia medical community; many people tried to curry favor with him and never had he been insulted , which made his temper flare up.
But remembering Xia Weibao’s status and the saying, ‘respect the monk you meet for the sake of the Buddha,’ he still tried to persuade earnestly.
“Madam, the most Chinese medicine can do for you is apply some ointment; your back skin is necrotic. Applying medicine is useless.
A skin transplant must be done, the surgery is all ready, and we can proceed at any time…”
“Find me a Chinese doctor.”
Xia Weibao really didn’t want to argue any further; you can never change other people’s opinions.
The color drained from Xiang Minhai’s face, “Fine! Since Madam is so obstinate, I won’t say more.
But let me be frank, you chose Chinese medicine yourself. If any mishap occurs, our hospital is not to be blamed!”
Having said that, Xiang Minhai stormed out with a flick of his sleeve.
Glancing at the nurse setting up the blood transfusion, Xiang Minhai sneered.
“Since Madam has such faith in Chinese medicine, then there’s no need for a blood transfusion, right? After all, Chinese medicine doesn’t involve blood transfusions.”
This dean certainly had a foul temper.
As Xiang Minhai reached the doorway, he saw Lu Hualiang walking in.
Feeling indignant, he glared at Xia Weibao with irritation, then turned to Lu Hualiang.
With a hint of sarcasm, “Director Lu, your esteemed wife insists on using Chinese medicine, refusing the skin graft surgery, saying that our First Hospital is garbage.
Our hospital is a small temple, unable to accommodate such a grand deity as your esteemed lady; let’s cancel the surgery then.
I’ll go find a Chinese doctor.”
After speaking, he left in a huff.
When had she ever said Western medicine was garbage?
Not only was the old man irritable, but he also liked to make unfounded accusations.
Lu Hualiang’s expression darkened, “Don’t be ridiculous!”
He had just stepped out to call an international authority and had found out that Xia Weibao’s injury was too severe; she must have skin graft surgery, and immediately!
The longer the delay, the more dangerous it became!
Lu Hualiang turned to Yang Su, “Notify the director immediately; proceed with the surgery now.”
Xia Weibao was also somewhat angry, “Director Lu, we only married by agreement; please don’t interfere with my decision, alright.”