Chinese medicine: from rural hospitals to top three hospitals in Kyoto

"Yes!" Both of them nodded with a smile.

After the medicine was boiled, Youxun Jiahong personally brought it into the ward.

The thick black medicinal juice exudes a rich and complex aroma, with the fragrance of plants, the fishy and salty taste of insect medicine, and a sharp smell hidden deep inside.

Li Zairong stood nervously by the side, watching his father being carefully fed the first sip of medicine.

Time passed minute by minute, and the ward was silent except for the regular sound of instruments.

About an hour after taking the medicine, Li Hongming's body began to change.

It wasn't the intense, high-heat convulsions of before, but rather a slight reddening of the skin, with fine, sticky beads of sweat oozing out of his body, the smell of which carried an indescribable fishy stench. His brows were furrowed, as if he were enduring some deep-seated pain, and a faint moan emanated from his throat.

"Dr. Chen, this is..." Li Zairong asked worriedly.

"This is a sign of deep-seated phlegm, stasis, dampness and turbidity seeping outward."

Chen Yang observed carefully, his fingers always on Li Hongming's wrist pulse. "Sweat that is sticky and smelly indicates that the impurities accumulated in the body are being dissolved and excreted. The process may be a little painful, but it is the only way to get better."

He gestured to Wen Haodong, "Haodong, use the 'Dongluo Guiding Needle'. Select the Yanglingquan, Fenglong, and Weizhong acupoints. Lightly prick and drain superficially to help dissipate the evil qi and relieve the tightness of the tendons and veins."

Wen Haodong held his breath and concentrated, inserting the needle as fast as flying, his technique gentle and precise.

After acupuncture, Li Hongming's frown seemed to relax a little and his groans gradually subsided.

In the next few days, Li Hongming took the "Marrow Nourishing and Bone Dissolving Prescription" every day, and the reactions were different.

Sometimes the stool becomes darker in color and has a stronger odor; sometimes a stiff joint experiences slight soreness, numbness, swelling, or even temporary redness and swelling; sometimes, there are occasional palpitations during sleep...

Chen Yang is like an experienced helmsman, steering this dangerous ship forward in the wind and waves. Every time, he can adjust the sails (prescription dosage and auxiliary techniques) in time according to the wind direction (disease response) to ensure that the course does not deviate and the ship moves forward steadily.

Choi Sung-min and the other two never raised any doubts publicly again, but they did not leave. They still had gloomy faces every day, and no one knew what they were thinking. Jiang Mingxu's mysterious overseas calls became more frequent.

And during this seemingly "troublesome" treatment, Li Hongming underwent subtle yet surprising changes.

He was awake for longer and longer periods of time, his eyes became clearer, and he could even have short, logical conversations. Although his physical movements were still restricted, the heavy feeling of being "petrified" seemed to be easing little by little.

The strongest evidence comes from imaging studies.

The activity levels of several active abnormal ossification foci in Li Hongming's body have shown a clear downward trend. Although the ossification that has already formed cannot be reversed, curbing its further development is itself a huge victory in the fight against FOP!

This news, like a spring thunder, shook the entire Kyoto International Medical Center. It was also passed back to Country H through Li Zairong and to the international medical community.

Everyone realized that Chen Yang, the young Chinese medicine doctor, might be creating an unprecedented medical miracle.

However, Chen Yang himself did not relax at all.

Just when Li Hongming's condition continued to improve and everyone thought the situation was settled, a sudden crisis struck again.

Early that morning, Wen Haodong was on night shift.

As his shift was about to end, Wen Haodong made his routine ward rounds and found Li Hongming's condition stable, so he returned to the duty room for a short rest. Exhausted by the intense tension of the past few days, Wen Haodong fell asleep while slumped over the table.

After an unknown amount of time, Wen Haodong was awakened by a burst of urgent alarms!

"Not good!" Wen Haodong shuddered and rushed to the intensive care unit.

In the intensive care unit, Li Hongming's face was blue and purple, and he had extreme difficulty breathing. The monitor showed that his blood oxygen saturation had dropped sharply. The nurse in charge was busy preparing first aid equipment.

"What's going on?!" Wen Haodong was shocked and angry. He walked forward to check and asked sternly.

"I... I don't know..." The nurse turned pale with fear: "He was fine just now, and suddenly he became like this..."

Wen Haodong quickly examined Li Hongming and found a wheezing sound in his throat, suggesting his airway was blocked by secretions. He immediately prepared a suction device.

At this moment, Choi Sung-min, Kang Myeong-wook and Kim Se-hwan appeared at the door of the ward like ghosts.

"Doctor Wen! What happened?"

Choi Sung-min shouted loudly, his voice filled with a hint of excitement and accusation that was hard to conceal: "Why did the president's condition suddenly worsen? Did you use the medicine improperly, causing serious side effects?!"

Jiang Mingxu even said directly to Li Zairong, who had rushed over after hearing the news, "Vice President! Look! I told you their treatment plan was too radical! Now something's wrong! We must immediately stop all Chinese medicine and use Western medicine for emergency treatment!"

Jin Shihuan said nothing and rushed into the ward, as if he wanted to "check" it himself.

Wen Haodong was anxious and angry. He knew that this was most likely the work of these three old guys, but saving people was the most important thing now, and he had no time to argue with them!

"Get out of my way!"

Wen Haodong roared, blocking Jin Shihuan and shouting to the nurse, "Quick! Prepare for suctioning. Have you called Director Chen?"

The scene was in chaos.

Li Zairong looked at his father's purple face and listened to the shrill alarm. His heart sank to the bottom and he was at a loss for a moment.

At this critical moment, a calm and majestic voice rang out: "Stop!"

Chen Yang is here!

Chen Yang had obviously rushed here from the dormitory, his hair was still a little messy. Chen Yang knew very well that this last moment was very critical, so he stayed in the medical center.

Chen Yang's eyes were as sharp as a knife, sweeping across the entire audience in an instant, taking in everyone's expression.

After glancing at everyone, Chen Yang quickly pushed aside Jiang Mingxu who was blocking the bed, walked to Li Hongming's bed, and leaned over to take a closer look.

"It's not phlegm."

Chen Yang straightened up. "It's a laryngeal spasm! The airway isn't completely blocked, it's a muscle spasm! Haodong, prepare for acupuncture! Select the Renying, Tiantu, and Lianquan acupoints. Insert shallowly and quickly, for strong stimulation!"

Wen Haodong had absolute trust in Chen Yang, and immediately took out the silver needle upon hearing this.

"Chen Yang! How dare you mess around!"

Choi Sung-min stopped him sternly, "The president is suffocating! He should be intubated immediately. What's the point of using a needle? If you delay the rescue, can you bear the responsibility?!"

"Shut up!"

Chen Yang turned around suddenly, his eyes were like lightning, and a powerful aura burst out instantly, which scared Cui Chengmin so much that he took half a step back.

"I told you it was laryngeal spasm! Intubation might actually worsen the spasm and cause more serious damage. As a doctor, it's best to stick to the bottom line."

Chen Yang glanced at Cui Chengmin coldly, then said to Wen Haodong: "Second brother, do it!"