20 years of restarting life

Chapter 3661 Zhao Chang'an's Theory of Traditional Chinese and Western Medicine
When Ye Henian returned, it was already past six o'clock in the evening. Zhao Chang'an and Ye Ziyu had prepared a small pot of bait for catching fish in the kitchen. They used Maozi, a type of aged liquor with a sauce flavor, which was treasured in his wine cellar, and a can of local dark beer for soaking and mixing.

This caused the family's pet lion dog to circle around Ye Ziyu, who was holding a large glass bottle, wagging its tail. Ye Ziyu fed it a little, which it wolfed down, and then it walked a little unsteadily, which amused Zhang Yuxuan.

Even Ye Yaxin, who was watching cartoons, lost interest and stared at the bottle, calling it "sister" while swallowing hard.

Zhang Yuxuan asked Zhao Chang'an if it was okay for her to eat this. If so, she asked him to give her daughter a big spoonful to try, since the little chubby girl wanted to try everything to see if it was good.

After being inside for a while, Zhao Chang'an realized that Ye Ziyu, her stepmother Zhang Yuxuan, and her younger sister Ye Yaxin actually had a very good relationship. The things they said outside were mostly out of shame about their strange family dynamic.

When Ye Ziyu excitedly handed a large bottle of bait to his father, Ye Henian opened it and took a sniff of the aroma. Zhao Chang'an clearly saw his cheeks twitch uncontrollably, and his gaze towards Zhao Chang'an contained a faint murderous intent.

Yao Zehui had been waiting for her ex-husband to return, hoping to see this delightful scene. Seeing that he had not disappointed her, she couldn't help but smile sincerely.

He said to Ye Hechou, "General Manager Zhao and Ziyu went to great lengths to get all these ingredients for you. They were kicked out of the kitchen by Ye Jinghao and spent a long time cooking at home."

Seeing Ye Hechou, who was less than 1.65 meters tall, dark-skinned and thin, his face, set against his dark skin, naturally carried a gloomy and melancholy air, looking like he had a deep-seated grudge.

Compared to Yao Zehui, who was over 1.7 meters tall, fair-skinned and slender, and still well-maintained even at 53 or 54 years old, with an elegant and intelligent look, Zhao Chang'an roughly understood why Ye Hechou's second wife, Zhang Yuxuan, was fair-skinned and plump, short, with clear eyes and no scheming.

Hearing his ex-wife say that, Ye Hechou forced a smile and said to Zhao Chang'an, "Mr. Zhao, you're very kind."

"Dad, what about me? We didn't use much of that bottle of wine; there's still plenty left."

Ye Ziyu affectionately linked arms with her father, laughing so hard she swayed like a flower in bloom: "Perfect timing for entertaining guests tonight."

However, Ye Ziyu's words caused Ye Hechou to show the same expression he had seen on Ye Jinghao that afternoon. He turned his head to look at his daughter, who was a little taller than him, and saw her happy smile as she looked at him. Then he looked at Zhao Chang'an with a somewhat gloomy gaze.

This wine was brought back from China on his first trip back when the shipping route from Morocco to the Yangtze River Ye's Agricultural Fertilizer Factory was opened. It consisted of two cases of aged wine that had been stored for more than 20 years. Nearly ten years have passed, and only this one bottle remains.

Zhao Chang'an cursed inwardly. Of course he knew what the old man was thinking, but he couldn't say anything. He could only give Ye Hechou a friendly smile.

"Go wash your hands, and you should change your clothes too. Dinner is ready and we're just waiting for you."

Yao Zehui keenly noticed the change in her ex-husband's expression and promptly intervened, instructing everyone to wash their hands and eat.

Ye Hechou's gaze finally shifted from Zhao Chang'an's face. Ye Ziyu had obviously noticed this as well, but she would have to get through this sooner or later, because she was already Zhao Chang'an's woman, and he had enslaved and conquered her both physically and mentally.

Only Zhang Yuxuan and her mother, who were both carefree and plump, knew nothing about food; their stomachs were already rumbling with hunger, and they were eager to eat.

The Ye family's cook was Chinese, and the cuisine was from southern Jiangsu. The food was quite delicious, and with Ye Ziyu and Zhang Yuxuan keeping the atmosphere lively, the meal went fairly well.

After dinner, Ye Hechou invited Zhao Chang'an to his study for tea, and Ye Ziyu squeezed in under the pretext of helping to pour the tea.

"Ten years ago, I returned to China and visited some places, hoping to acquire some ancient, traditional medicine prescriptions. Unfortunately, almost all the good ones have been lost. Most of those renowned doctors are just masquerading as traditional Chinese medicine, mixing in Western medicine powder. What I find even more unbelievable is that these hospitals, which are supposedly Chinese medicine hospitals, actually derive their main revenue from Western medicine." Ye Heqiu was clearly not one for idle chatter. While Ye Ziyu was still making tea for them, Ye Heqiu went straight to the point: "Since World War II, traditional Chinese medicine has been declining, and today it's been pushed to the brink of extinction. Even our Ye Family Pharmacy, a pharmacy that's been around for 250 years, is now surviving on health-preserving and aphrodisiac drugs. And now you're saying that traditional Chinese medicine is making a comeback in China?"

"Uncle, before Western medicine entered China, what did Chinese people seek medical treatment for?"

Ye Hechou frowned at Zhao Chang'an's words and did not answer his pointless question.

"So it's not that traditional Chinese medicine can't cure diseases, but that in most cases of efficacy comparison, at the current level, Western medicine has a greater advantage than traditional Chinese medicine."

"If it has advantages, then why is there any need for the existence of traditional Chinese medicine?"

"It is dangerous for a world or a field to have only one will or one voice. At least another, even if it is weak, is needed to assist or check it. Although Western medicine is superior to traditional Chinese medicine in the mainstream field, there are always areas where Western medicine is inferior to traditional Chinese medicine when considering the whole system. This is a kind of complementarity in itself."

Zhao Chang'an continued, "The concept of Traditional Chinese Medicine (TCM) itself is flawed. Before Western medicine was introduced to China, the term TCM did not exist at all. It is precisely the emergence of this term that has arbitrarily separated what should have been a unified field of medicine into the two ridiculous concepts of Western medicine and TCM."

Ye Ziyu stared at Zhao Chang'an in surprise, a smile playing on her lips, thinking he was really spouting nonsense.

Traditional Chinese medicine emphasizes observation, listening, questioning, and palpation, while Western medicine relies on laboratory tests and imaging technology.

"I know what you're laughing at. You think that traditional Chinese medicine emphasizes observation, listening, questioning, and palpation, while Western medicine is based on laboratory tests and imaging technology, right?"

Zhao Chang'an saw the smile on Ye Ziyu's lips and asked her with a smile.

"Yes."

Ye Ziyu readily admitted it.

"So, before the establishment of laboratory tests and imaging technology, is Western medicine no longer called Western medicine? What is it called then?"

Ye Ziyu's pretty face stiffened a little as she couldn't answer. She then said in a coquettish tone, "Call it mummy powder, call it witchcraft, like the idiom 'getting a shot of adrenaline'."

"The phrase 'getting chicken blood' has now evolved into an adjective, not an idiom."

"My Chinese isn't good, you don't need to remind me."

"Boom boom boom!"

Ye Hechou watched his daughter argue with that brat Zhao Chang'an with an excited smile on her face, and felt a sour taste in his mouth. He tapped the coffee table unhappily.

"What I mean is that it is a mistake to confine the medical techniques that have been passed down in China for thousands of years to a separate term called Traditional Chinese Medicine (TCM). Therefore, we should downplay this concept, and even downplay the kind of ideas and emotions that deliberately use TCM and Western medicine to create opposition. We should not readily claim to be carrying the banner of TCM revival, selling sentiment and moral blackmail."

Zhao Chang'an sincerely said to Ye Hechou, "Now, as the head of two medium-sized pharmaceutical factories in China, I invite your company, a research and development pharmaceutical group holding numerous medical patents, to return to China to start a business, revitalize the domestic pharmaceutical industry, and at the same time realize the company's self-worth and become a world-class pharmaceutical group."