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Chapter 269 Focusing on the Illness, Not the Person (Please Subscribe)
Fang Ziye really didn't expect that Dr. Chen would suddenly invite him to see someone else.

Without a doubt, this person is definitely not Huang Kai, whom we've seen before.

Perhaps it was Professor Deng Yong's instructions before he went to Enshi that were being brought up again today, making Fang Ziye instinctively more wary: "Dr. Chen, seeing your hesitation, I suppose this patient's condition is quite special. Perhaps we should postpone our trip for now."

The doctor's office is not on my way.

Dr. Chen had never thought of Xiao Fang before, nor had he thought of himself at any other time, but at this particular moment, he asked him to go see someone.

Either Dr. Chen doesn't trust his own skills, or the other person's identity is particularly special.

Fang Ziye is no longer a complete novice. After immersing himself in the laboratory and coming into contact with some associate professors, he learned that Wuhan in Hubei Province is one of the military regions of China, where many military bigwigs are stationed or take turns to be stationed.

Fang Ziye dared not be careless in matters related to national defense.

Since Fang Ziye had no intention of pursuing a career as a military doctor, it was best to minimize contact with such people.

As for the establishment of a sanatorium in Enshi, it is not a particularly secret. Every military region certainly has its own sanatorium, and each place may have more than one sanatorium. The sanatorium in Enshi is definitely not unique.

However, the fact that the sanatorium was able to be established in Enshi is definitely inseparable from the help of the old Chinese medicine doctor, Chen.

"Then let's go." When he heard Fang Ziye's words about wanting to escape, the old Chinese medicine doctor Chen quickly smiled.

"At a time like this, stop pretending to be a little cunning."

"Just go when we tell you to, and think carefully about what you should and shouldn't say, and that's it."

When Dr. Chen saw that Fang Ziye was about to speak, he simply said directly, "Don't ask about the rest. I won't tell you. Even if I did, there are some things you might not want to hear, or that might not be suitable for you to hear."

"Come on, come with me for a bit. We can just walk around and look around. If you have something to say, say it. If not, come back..."

After the matter was settled in this way, Fang Ziye went to another private room in the sanatorium, where an elderly man in his fifties was resting.

Upon entering, Dr. Chen immediately engaged in conversation with the elderly patient. Meanwhile, Fang Ziye, dressed in a white coat, and another doctor in a white coat were preparing for the massage procedure, such as clearing previous medical records and procedure logs.

Fang Ziye noticed that the slightly gray-haired old man, although a resident of the sanatorium, showed great respect for the old Chinese medicine doctor, Chen. This respect was naturally revealed in their conversation.

It's definitely not the kind of respect a patient has for a doctor, nor is it the kind of respect that comes from other sources.

Meanwhile, during the process of collecting information, Fang Ziye also noticed that, apart from the medical records which he could understand in Chinese, the people who were able to stay in the sanatorium could not understand anything else.

For example, the patient's name, gender, age, place of origin, ethnicity, occupation, etc., are not even written in standard characters; they are all just a string of codes with numbers and symbols. Or they are just pure numbers.

Fang Ziye had never encountered such cases before, but when he was pursuing his master's degree, the patients he had taken care of were people of high status, such as serving deputy provincial leaders, but their names were not in this code system.

Fang Ziye didn't know if it was because the leader's rank was not high enough or because he was a marginalized figure, or if the people in the sanatorium had a more special status that had nothing to do with his rank.

The information Fang Ziye could gather was that the patient was a middle-aged man, and the corresponding symptoms were mainly involuntary tremors of the limbs, intermittent convulsions, and nerve atrophy. There was no diagnosis for these symptoms; they were summarized and extracted by Fang Ziye himself based on the descriptions in the text.

After finishing these tasks, Fang Ziye, along with another doctor in a white coat, helped the elderly man with a massage. The doctor in the white coat mainly performed the massage, while Fang Ziye was responsible for cleaning up the equipment and debris, conducting a physical examination, and recording information.

They were in white coats responsible for taking notes, and had absolutely nothing to do with the treatment.

Even so, the old man noticed that Fang Ziye was a stranger and asked, "Dr. Chen, there have been quite a few changes in your sanatorium team lately, haven't there? This young man looks very unfamiliar!"

Although he was asking a question, he was actually very polite and respectful, and had no intention of questioning Dr. Chen at all.

"There are many changes. The main thing is to transfer some people over, gradually integrate and build a larger team, and have experienced people mentor new ones. It's a continuous process."

"We old bones will one day be buried in the ground, but the tradition cannot be broken," the old Chinese medicine doctor Chen explained with a sigh.

Such sentiments seemed to resonate with another middle-aged man with graying hair: "Yes, everyone gets old, and those who are employed eventually retire, but things must go on. Society and everything else will develop, and development requires inheritance..."

In that instant, the two changed the subject again.

Before Fang Ziye and the doctor in the white coat left, the old Chinese medicine doctor Chen said goodbye and left the sanatorium. He waited outside for more than ten minutes before Fang Ziye was led out of the sanatorium by another doctor in a white coat.

After that, Dr. Chen asked Fang Ziye, "Xiao Fang, you just had a pure traditional Chinese medicine manual therapy session with Dr. Du. What are your thoughts and feelings about manual therapy? Let's chat."

Dr. Chen was very professional, never mentioning anything that had been brought up before, as if it were just a genuine exchange between traditional Chinese and Western medicine.

Fang Ziye said very seriously, "Dr. Chen, from a professional point of view, the current rehabilitation methods are not very meaningful."

"It has all the necessary functions, but the remaining functions are due to age-related decline, which cannot be cured simply by recuperation."

"In modern medicine, this falls under the category of non-therapeutic rehabilitation..."

Upon hearing this, the old Chinese medicine doctor Chen said, "Dr. Fang, you don't need to discuss the significance, nor do you need to discuss whether it is non-therapeutic rehabilitation or rehabilitation treatment. Just tell me, what are your thoughts on today's manual rehabilitation?"

The old Chinese medicine doctor continued to ask questions, which made Fang Ziye's expression become even more serious.

But then he added, "The mask of time needs time to be unveiled, Dr. Fang. What we should do is focus on the present. After all, every era has its unsung heroes."

As soon as Dr. Chen finished speaking, Fang Ziye felt an intense pain in his testicles.

They clearly stated that it was unrelated to identity, so why bring up moral blackmail?
Every era has its unsung heroes. Wouldn't it be better if you didn't say that?

Fang Ziye thought for about half a minute before cautiously replying, "If we can only focus on the illness and not the person, then there's no need to continue this treatment."

(End of this chapter)