The Ups and Downs of Great Doctors

The book in your hand tells a story about Chinese medicine. But don't rush to classify it as a "magic doctor novel". In this book, there is no miracle doctor who can bring the dead back to life with a silver needle, no myth that a pack of herbal medicines can cure all diseases, and there is no counterattack routine like "Thirty years in the east of Hedong and thirty years in the west of Hexi" - the protagonist is neither divorced nor humiliated, nor does he obtain any ancient inheritance and then get slapped in the face along the way. The protagonist in this book is called Chen Huairen. Thirty-eight years old, a traditional Chinese medicine doctor in a tertiary hospital in the provincial capital. He has been working for fifteen years and is still the deputy chief physician. He is cautious in prescribing, and is known as "Chen Bawei" - because he rarely prescribes more than eight herbs in one prescription. I don't like to hold meetings, write papers, or try to get close to my boss. My biggest hobby is looking through the handwritten medical records left by my father after get off work. My biggest worry is that there is still one core journal article missing for the professional title review next month. You may ask: Can such a person be the protagonist? Able. And it is precisely this kind of person who is worth writing about. In recent years, I have read too many novels about miracle doctors, and it is inevitable that I will have the illusion that in the field of traditional Chinese medicine, there are miracle doctors everywhere. A simple injection can open the eyes of a vegetative person, and a random packet of herbs can make cancer disappear. The protagonists are either the reincarnation of ancient medical immortals, the return of special forces kings, or the blessings of the system. In short, just be awesome. But what does Chinese medicine look like in reality? The real Chinese medicine practitioners are like my father...