Go Crazy! a Doctor of Western Medicine Returns to the County to Open a TCM Clinic

"Your mother, there's nothing modern medicine can do." After the instructor made three calls, the three top heart centers—Beijing Fuwai, Shanghai Zhongshan, and Guangzhou Provincial Hospital—gave the same answer. In his previous life, he didn't believe it. The youngest attending physician at the Provincial People's Hospital, an eight-year doctorate, and three SCI papers, personally handed over each piece of folk prescriptions of unknown origin to my mother. With 60 grams of aconite, the creatinine soared from 280 to 800. He used his medical knowledge to kill his mother with his own hands. Then he knelt in every temple in Changxiang, without eating or drinking, and kneeled himself into the grave. Open your eyes again, 2021. The caller ID pops up on the phone screen - Mom. "Yutuo, do you have time to come back on the weekend? Mom misses you a little." There was something loose in the eyes that hadn't cried in three years. Mother is still there. Before the diagnosis. Three months to go. [The desperate system is activated. Current remaining life: 5 years. [Every time a patient is cured, life span will be returned. If treatment fails, life expectancy will be reduced. Return to zero means death. No negotiation. He gave up the provincial hospital establishment and returned to a county-level hospital with only three physicians. While others go up, he sinks. Not self-destructive. It took more than 700 waking days to earn back my mother's life. Traditional Chinese medicine looks, smells, asks, and feels, and Western medicine evidence-based diagnosis and treatment, two lines of work go hand in hand. Every difficult case is a bet, and every prescription puts your life at risk. This time, I won't kneel to gods or Buddhas, or ask for remedies. This time, he himself is the path.