The Master of Traditional Chinese Medicine: Starting from Andrology to Become a God

I have a doctor at home, so I felt particularly immersed in reading this book. The male protagonist, Chen Yuanzhou, is a nine-year undergraduate and Ph. D. Student at Guangfu University of Traditional Chinese Medicine, and is a resident physician when he joins the job. This setting is very real - there are indeed traditional Chinese medicine schools cultivating this kind of "doctoral starting point" clinical talents, and it is not the routine of "meeting an old Chinese doctor in the mountains". The book describes a lot of real medical ecology: the marginal status of traditional Chinese medicine departments in hospitals, the pressure on departments to survive under DRG payment, the subtle relationship between traditional Chinese and Western medicine consultations, the kickback tactics of medical representatives... My family member read it and said, "This author has checked the information." There is a plot that I think can impress my colleagues: there is massive bleeding in the emergency department, western medicine has exhausted all methods, and the male protagonist uses a silver needle to stop the bleeding. At first, the director of Western medicine was resistant, but when he saw the blood pressure rising, he said "quickly, give me a few more injections", not such nonsense as "Chinese medicine is indeed miraculous". This kind of "professionals' recognition of professionals" is more convincing than anything else.

[#Urban##REAALMEDICALECOLOGY #REAL CASES #grievance] To be honest, I feel that the title of the book "Men's Beginning" would be rejected by any other editor. But don't paddle away in a hurry. The protagonist, Chen Yuanzhou, graduated from Guangzhou Traditional Chinese Medicine's nine-year bachelor's degree program with six certificates in hand. On the day he entered the Traditional Chinese Medicine Department of the Provincial People's Hospital, the first patient opened the door and walked in, restless: "Doctor, I'm not good at that." Then the book begins. It's not the kind of writing that says, "The ancestral silver needle swishes and the whole audience kneels down to worship." I try my best to write like a real doctor - taking pulse, looking at tongue, asking a few questions, and peeling away layer by layer the things that the patient is embarrassed to say. The patient in the first case thought he had kidney deficiency, but the protagonist put three fingers on it and said no, it was liver stagnation. You stayed up all night, and the "dorsal nerve block" performed on you by your private hospital was purely a scam. Then after this guy went out... Well, things got lively after that. There are some cool points, but I don't want to write it as a purely cool article. The protagonist's opponent is not a stereotyped bad guy, but the hospital's bureaucratic logic of "nothing goes wrong is the best thing", the drug kickback chain, and the counterfeit drug industry chain. He is a silver needle who saves people when he should save them, and when he should prick them... He is not merciless either.