CHAPTER 123: 123 UNINTENTIONALLY GETTING RESULTS

He was just a junior editor and had little contact with high-level doctors.

However, he knew that doctors, whether practicing Western medicine or traditional Chinese medicine, were now focusing on specialization.

This was driven by the increasing specialization of hospital departments.

The specialized departments, in turn, led to more precise developments in medical technology.

He had always thought that Du Heng, who was able to casually diagnose the tumor in his lung, must be a doctor in the Respiratory Department or the Thoracic Department. He hadn’t expected Du Heng’s medical expertise to span such a wide range, somewhat akin to a doctor from the era of adult internal medicine.

At this moment, Pei Jihua suddenly became more interested in Du Heng. His interest was no longer limited to the idea of treating his own illness; he wanted to learn more about this physician, this young man who had become a Dean at such a young age.

"Auntie, how do you know that Doctor Du is good at treating paralysis?"

The Auntie was very interested in chatting. After confirming once again that she was not blocking the way, she started talking with Pei Jihua. "Ah, you don’t know, I regret it so much! When Doctor Du first came to our village to treat patients, it was all free. But at that time, we didn’t go because we thought Doctor Du was too young, and we even laughed at the people from our village who did."

"So why did you come this time? Did Doctor Du cure them all?"

"Exactly! It’s not just the people from our village, but also those from other villages who suffered from stroke paralysis and were willing to listen to him. After two months of treatment, they can all move now. Some people with hemiplegia can even walk by themselves."

Pei Jihua’s eyes brightened. If Doctor Du is really as good at treating paralysis as the Auntie says, it will definitely be great news for the patients and their families, he thought.

A doctor like him is worth writing a good report about, Pei Jihua considered.

However, he still had a few questions to clarify.

"Auntie, can Doctor Du treat all types of paralysis?"

The Auntie glared at Pei Jihua discontentedly. "You young man, you didn’t really listen to what I just said! I said it was stroke paralysis. If someone has lost their legs or broken their back, of course, he can’t cure that."

Pei Jihua felt a little embarrassed, but he continued to ask, "I didn’t hear clearly, I’m sorry. Does Doctor Du have any limitations in his treatment?"

"Of course, he does."

Upon hearing this, Pei Jihua sighed silently. As expected, there are limitations, he thought.

There’s no shortage of paralyzed patients who have been cured in today’s society, but their treatment processes are basically not replicable and depend more on luck than skill. I thought I had found someone truly skilled, but it turns out there are still limitations, he mused.

"Auntie, what are the limitations?"

"It’s about taking good care of the patient to prevent atrophy and degeneration of muscles and tendons in their arms and legs. Doctor Du says that these ministries are particularly susceptible to atrophy and degeneration due to prolonged inactivity and lack of movement. You must massage them regularly to ensure their vitality. Only then is there a chance of recovery. Also, the sooner the treatment, the better. The longer you delay, the greater the risk."

The Auntie spoke proudly, unconsciously lifting her chin. "I massage my husband every day, once in the morning and once at night. As soon as I found out that Doctor Du can treat paralysis, I brought him here."

Then she glanced around mysteriously, lowering her voice a little. "We have another man in our village with stroke paralysis," she continued, her voice softer now. "He’s only been paralyzed for about half a year. But his wife never takes care of him, let alone gives him a massage. She doesn’t even want to help him with his bathroom needs, so he always smells bad."

Perhaps fearing someone would overhear and tell her neighbor, the Auntie carefully looked around again, making sure nobody was eavesdropping, before continuing, "This time, when we all came to see the doctor, Doctor Du also examined her husband’s condition. His legs were just skin and bones, without a trace of flesh! Doctor Du immediately said it was untreatable and told them to go home."

Pei Jihua asked eagerly, "What happened afterward?"

"The woman just cried, utterly heartbroken. But who can she blame? It was her own doing. Her husband suffered a cerebral hemorrhage because she angered him, and then she didn’t take care of him after he was paralyzed. What’s the point of crying now?"

"So there’s really no way to treat him?"

"Not necessarily. Doctor Du said her husband’s muscle atrophy was due to poor care and inadequate blood circulation. So, he prescribed medicine to promote blood circulation and heal the muscles. He asked them to go home and try the herbal medicine, hoping to correct the condition quickly. If it can be corrected, there’s still hope for recovery. If not, then there’s no hope at all."

"Oh." Pei Jihua breathed a sigh of relief. "Auntie, seeing how happy you are, has your husband been cured?"

"Not that fast; we still have a long way to go. My husband has been paralyzed for quite a while. Doctor Du said it would take at least a month to see significant results."

"But Auntie, you seem quite happy."

"Happy? Of course, I’m happy! We’ve only been here for four days, and Doctor Du has given my husband acupuncture and medicine every day. My husband’s legs and feet, which had no sensation before, now have feeling!"

Pei Jihua checked the time: it was only 12:10 PM. I don’t know when Du Heng will be back, he thought, and the idea of visiting the hospital room came to him. "Auntie, can I go with you to the hospital room for a look?"

Upon hearing this, the Auntie asked suspiciously, "Why do you want to go to the hospital room when you’re perfectly fine? By the way, young man, we’ve been chatting for so long, what exactly do you do?"

Pei Jihua chuckled and showed the film in his hand. "Auntie, I’m also here to see Doctor Du for an illness."

"What illness do you have?"

"Doctor Du said there’s a tumor in my left lung. I didn’t believe him, so I went to a tumor hospital yesterday for a check-up, and it turns out it’s true. So, I hurried to find Doctor Du today."

The Auntie quietly stepped back and looked at Pei Jihua with pity. "Cancer? What a pity. But can Doctor Du treat Cancer too?"

Pei Jihua was taken aback by the Auntie’s reaction and said with a wry smile, "Auntie, it’s just a small tumor. Only malignant tumors are called cancer."

"Isn’t that the same thing?"

Pei Jihua shook his head, giving up on explaining. I don’t want to explain anymore, he thought. "Auntie, can I go with you to the hospital room for a visit?"

The Auntie’s eyes became vigilant. "Your illness... it won’t spread, will it?"

I should just leave, Pei Jihua thought. I don’t want to talk to this Auntie anymore. If it were contagious, we would have both been infected by now after talking for so long!

"Auntie, I have a tumor; it’s not an infectious disease. Besides, if it were an infectious disease, do you think the doctors here would let me chat with you like this?"

The Auntie, holding her lunchbox, thought for a moment. This young man seems to be making sense, she conceded internally.

"Alright, come with me then. I don’t know what you’re after, insisting on going to the hospital room."

"I’m just curious. I want to see if it’s true, like you said, that your husband has regained some feeling."

"You young man! Why would I lie about my own husband’s condition?"