Courtyard House: Starting by inheriting the tradition and suppressing the barbarians.

Late autumn, 1987.

With the further opening of the country's doors.

Advanced Western technologies and ideas flooded in like a tidal wave.

This trend is particularly strong in the medical field!

In response to the call to "attract high-end talent and improve medical standards".

The Ministry of Health specially brought in a "heavyweight" figure for Hongxing Hospital - Dr. Liu Jie, a medical doctor who studied in the United States.

Oh no, they said to call him Jack Liu!

Monday morning, the routine meeting at Hongxing Hospital.

The long table in the conference room was filled with department heads and key personnel.

Good morning, everyone!

Sitting to Li Xuan's left was Jack Liu, who had a slicked-back hairstyle and wore gold-rimmed glasses.

He was wearing a sharp striped suit, with a handkerchief folded into a triangle stuffed in his pocket.

He was twirling a Parker gold pen in his hand, with that arrogant air about him.

It was as if the people sitting there were not his colleagues, but a group of uncivilized natives.

"Since the ministry has appointed me as the vice president in charge of business, I'll just say it directly."

Jack Liu, speaking with a foreign accent and an arrogant tone, said, "I am very disappointed with the current state of Red Star Hospital."

"The equipment is outdated and the management is backward."

"What I find most unbearable is the pervasive, unpleasant smell of Chinese medicine!"

He exaggeratedly covered his nose, looking disgusted. "In America, this is called pollution!"

A commotion broke out in the conference room.

The senior directors of the Traditional Chinese Medicine department were so angry that their beards stood on end.

Li Xuan's apprentice, Xiao Zhang, clenched his fists even tighter.

"Vice President Liu, this is China."

Xiao Zhang couldn't help but speak up, "The smell of Chinese medicine is the fragrance of herbs and plants, how can it be considered pollution?"

"NO...NO...NO!"

Jack Liu held up a finger and shook it, looking disdainful. "Science, you know?"

"Modern medicine emphasizes precision, data, and sterility!"

"You boil all those grass roots and tree bark into a pot of dark, murky soup, you can't even write out a chemical formula, is that supposed to cure diseases?"

"That's witchcraft!"

"If you ask me, for Hongxing Hospital to align with international standards, it must—de-emphasize traditional Chinese medicine!"

"Starting today, the number of beds in the Traditional Chinese Medicine department will be reduced, and the decoction service at the Chinese medicine pharmacy will be discontinued!"

"We must fully adopt Western management models and emulate the American approach in everything!"

Jack Liu had naturally heard about what had happened in Geneva recently.

But in his view, it was simply because Li Xuan was lucky.

In true clinical medicine, Western medicine is the only way forward!

Chinese medicine?

That's so outdated!

"Bang!"

Unable to contain himself any longer, Xiao Zhang slammed his hand on the table and stood up: "You're betraying your ancestors!"

"Sit down!"

Jack Liu's face darkened, and instead of toning down, he became even more arrogant.

"Is this the kind of quality you have?"

"Is this how you treat your superiors and science?"

"It seems this hospital needs a major overhaul!"

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Li Xuan, who had been sitting silently in the main seat, slowly put down his teacup.

His expression was calm, revealing neither joy nor anger; he merely glanced at Jack Liu indifferently.

"Dr. Jack Liu, right?"

Li Xuan spoke up, his voice not loud, but it instantly suppressed Jack Liu's arrogance.

"We brought you in to bring advanced technology, not to be a demolition crew."

"Whether the TCM department can be closed or the TCM pharmacy can be shut down is not up to you!"

"The effectiveness of the treatment and the people's opinions are the ultimate judge!"

"This is Red Star Hospital. As long as I am here, the banner of traditional Chinese medicine will never fall."

Jack Liu was intimidated by Li Xuan's aura.

But he quickly straightened his back.

He's a returned overseas elite who came back with an imperial sword!

He didn't believe this "folk doctor" who only knew how to give acupuncture could do anything to him!

"Dean Li, I know you are a so-called national hero."

Jack Liu said sarcastically, "But when it comes to science, seniority is useless."

"We value strength and evidence!"

"Perfect timing, I have a consultation today."

Jack Liu pulled a medical record from the folder and slammed it on the table.

"Bed 32, an elderly pregnant woman with high-risk placenta previa and severe coagulation dysfunction."

"They can't even anesthetize us!"

"The surgery department has issued a critical condition notice and dares not operate."

"Dean Li, I heard you just prescribed a medicine for this patient?"

Jack Liu picked up the prescription as if it were a piece of trash, and read it aloud with utter contempt:

"Ginseng and Aconite Decoction? Single Ginseng Decoction? And it needs to be combined with acupuncture?"

"Ha ha ha ha!"

Jack Liu let out a piercing laugh. "This is utterly ridiculous!"

"The patient is at risk of massive bleeding at any moment and needs a blood transfusion, hemostatic forceps, and clotting factors!"

"You actually gave her ginseng soup? And acupuncture?"

"Dean Li, what is your scientific basis?"

Where is your double-blind experiment data?

Jack Liu suddenly stood up, placed his hands on the table, and his eyes were full of provocation!

"Excuse my bluntness, but from the perspective of modern medicine, your treatment plan has absolutely no pharmacological effect!"

"It's just a placebo at best!"

"You're playing with patients' lives!"

"This violates the Hippocratic Oath!"

The entire room fell silent.

Everyone looked at Li Xuan.

Placebo.

This is one of the most vicious attacks by Western medicine against traditional Chinese medicine!

This implies that traditional Chinese medicine relies entirely on the patient's psychological state to treat illness, and is actually ineffective.

Li Xuan's disciples were so angry that their eyes turned red, and they wished they could rush up and tear Jack Liu's mouth apart.

However, Li Xuan laughed.

He stood up, straightened the collar of his white coat, and looked directly at Jack Liu.

"Hippocrates?"

Li Xuan said calmly, "Since you admire Hippocrates so much..."

"Then you should know that he also said something."

"Doctors have three magic weapons: language, medicine, and scalpel."

"But I have one more magic weapon than him."

"That is—the wisdom of five thousand years of Chinese civilization!"

Li Xuan picked up the prescription and flicked it lightly. "You're saying this is a placebo?"

"it is good."

"Since you, a PhD graduate from overseas, are afraid to operate and save lives..."

"Then I'll perform this surgery."

"What?"

Jack Liu was stunned. "You? You're going to go on the operating table?"

"This is surgery!"

"Oh, traditional Chinese medicine practitioners do more than just drink soup."

Li Xuan turned and walked out of the meeting room, his back as steady as a mountain.

"Jack Liu, open your eyes wide and watch carefully."

"Watch how I snatch people from the clutches of the King of Hell using what you call a 'placebo'."

"Xiao Zhang, prepare the needles! Let's go to the operating room!"

"Yes, Master!"

At Li Xuan's command, the entire TCM department team sprang into action.

Jack Liu stood there, watching Li Xuan's departing figure, gritting his teeth.

"Fine! I'll go check it out! Let's see how you handle this!"

"If the patient dies on the operating table, Li Xuan, you can expect to be completely disgraced!"

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