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

Zhuang Qiwen stood there, stunned, staring at the young face before him—a face he had seen countless times on television and the internet. For a moment, he couldn't believe his eyes. He subconsciously rubbed his eyes and looked at them more closely.

Yes, it really is Chen Yang!

Shock, confusion, and a surge of indescribable excitement instantly welled up in Zhuang Qiwen's heart.

Zhuang Qiwen almost subconsciously and somewhat flusteredly wiped his hands on his clothes before quickly grasping Chen Yang's outstretched hand.

"Director Chen... Director Chen? It really is you! How... how did you come to my little place?" Zhuang Qiwen's voice trembled with excitement.

The woman who was getting medicine at the clinic also heard the commotion and looked over curiously. Although she didn't recognize Chen Yang, she could tell from Zhuang Qiwen's reaction that this was no ordinary person.

"Dr. Zhuang, you're too kind."

Chen Yang smiled, extended his hand, and shook Zhuang Qiwen's hand: "I just happened to be in Hanping on some business. I have long admired Dr. Zhuang's superb medical skills, so I came here specifically to visit and learn from him."

"Study? Director Chen, you flatter me!"

Zhuang Qiwen quickly waved his hand, his face flushed with excitement: "I'm just a country folk doctor, how dare I accept the word 'learning'? Come on in, please come in and have a seat."

As he spoke, Zhuang Qiwen ushered Chen Yang and He Pengjun into the inner room, and at the same time asked the woman to make tea. The woman who was getting the medicine was Zhuang Qiwen's lover.

"The conditions are simple, please don't mind, Director Chen." Zhuang Qiwen rubbed his hands a little embarrassedly and quickly wiped the chair with his sleeve.

"Dr. Zhuang, you're too kind. A doctor's heart is not limited by the size of the place."

Chen Yang sat down nonchalantly, his gaze sweeping over the bookshelf beside him, which was quite full of books.

"Director Chen, you... this..." Zhuang Qiwen still found it unbelievable, and for a moment he was a little incoherent.

Although Zhuang Qiwen was more than ten years older than Chen Yang, he still appeared reserved in front of Chen Yang.

Chen Yang smiled and decided to get straight to the point: "Dr. Zhuang, to be honest, I've been paying attention to you because of the 'Yangshen Cup' Medical Competition."

Zhuang Qiwen's excitement froze instantly, then turned into a bitter and gloomy expression.

He lowered his head and sighed, "I'm sorry to have embarrassed you, Director Chen. I was eliminated in the preliminary round... it's because I'm not skilled enough."

"Not skilled enough?"

Chen Yang smiled and said, "But I've been observing you all morning. Dr. Zhuang, your diagnosis is so accurate, your prescriptions so skillful, and your acupuncture so adept that even in Beijing, many experts would be ashamed of themselves."

"Especially that case of phlegm-heat obstructing the lungs in children, your use of Ma Xing Shi Gan Tang combined with Xie Bai San, with proper modifications, demonstrates exceptional courage and skill, and the effect was bound to be remarkable. This cannot be explained by 'lack of skill'."

Zhuang Qiwen suddenly raised his head, a hint of emotion and grievance flashing in his eyes.

Receiving such high praise from Chen Yang was a tremendous comfort to Zhuang Qiwen.

But thinking about the results of the preliminary round and what the organizing committee had gone through, he moved his lips, but in the end, he just sighed: "Perhaps... my approach to diagnosis doesn't meet the standards of the competition judges."

"Is it because you offended someone?" Chen Yang looked at him and pointed it out directly.

Zhuang Qiwen's body stiffened, and he looked at Chen Yang in surprise: "Director Chen, you...you know?"

"What I know may not be comprehensive."

Chen Yang said, "But it's easy to guess."

For a doctor of Zhuang Qiwen's caliber to be eliminated in the preliminary round, it's clear he's offended someone.

"Actually, I can't say for sure either."

Zhuang Qiwen sighed and recounted his encounter with Zhao Chen and his relationship with Zhao Chen.

"...Director Chen, I know I have little influence and I didn't intend to cause trouble. I just feel that if such a competition can't guarantee fairness, it's really too difficult for doctors like us without connections." Zhuang Qiwen's voice carried a hint of helplessness and bitterness.

"background?"

Chen Yang said, "When it comes to medical skills, any background should take a backseat."

"Besides, I also come from a small town. As the organizer of this medical competition, Kyoto International Medical Center naturally cannot allow such underhanded practices."

Upon hearing this, Zhuang Qiwen was first taken aback, and then became excited.

Chen Yang now wields considerable influence nationwide and is also the chief judge for this competition.

It's worth noting that this year's Medical Competition is known as the "Yangshen Cup".

Who is being referred to as "Yang Shen"?

I'm talking about Chen Yang.

It would be great if Chen Yang intervened in this matter.

"Thank you! Thank you, Director Chen!" Zhuang Qiwen didn't know what to say, so he could only thank him repeatedly.

"Dr. Zhuang, you're welcome."

Chen Yang smiled and said, "It is your medical skills and ethics that earned you this opportunity."

He Pengjun also smiled and said, "Dr. Zhuang, your acupuncture technique and treatment just now, I feel that they have the characteristics of Director Chen."

"Director Chen, who is this?" Zhuang Qiwen asked hurriedly.

"This is Director He," Chen Yang introduced with a smile.

"Director He, you flatter me. It's just some basic experience," Zhuang Qiwen quickly said modestly.

"Dr. Zhuang, don't listen to Director Chen, I'm just a driver," He Pengjun said hurriedly.

As they were talking, Zhuang Qiwen's wife started preparing lunch. Chen Yang and He Pengjun were about to get up and say goodbye, but Zhuang Qiwen persuaded them to stay.

"Director Chen, Director He, since you're here, at least have lunch before you leave."

Although He Pengjun said he was just a driver, Zhuang Qiwen couldn't really treat He Pengjun as a driver.

Of course, Chen Yang's introduction of He Pengjun as Director He was just a casual remark, but He Pengjun currently works at the Kyoto International Medical Center and has a long-standing relationship with Chen Yang, Wen Haodong, Wen Manlu, and others.

Within the Kyoto International Medical Center, calling someone "Master He" is perfectly acceptable. However, outside the Kyoto International Medical Center, it becomes inappropriate to do so.

"Dr. Zhuang, you're so busy, I won't bother you any longer."

Chen Yang smiled and said, "I hope Dr. Zhuang can shine in the semi-finals. See you in Kyoto then."

"Director Chen, at least you ate lunch."

Zhuang Qiwen persuaded them to stay, so Chen Yang and He Pengjun stayed for lunch.

At noon, Zhuang Qiwen's wife prepared noodles, which had been prepared in the morning. Now, she was just stir-frying some meat sauce and the like.

To be honest, Zhuang Qiwen's wife is quite good at making noodles, and they taste great. Chen Yang and He Pengjun enjoyed their meal very much.

Zhuang Qiwen and his wife watched Chen Yang and He Pengjun get into the car and drive away before turning around and walking into the clinic.

"Old Zhuang, is it really Dr. Chen?" Zhuang Qiwen's wife was still a little incredulous.

"I never expected that Dr. Chen would actually come to our Heshan County in person." Zhuang Qiwen still felt like he was dreaming.

"Director Chen came in person, which means he values ​​you very much."

Zhuang Qiwen's wife said, "Perhaps you really can win a prize in the medical competition this time."