Chapter 89

  "If cancer treatment is not successful and the patient dies, doctors say it's 'untreatable'; if the patient somehow survives two rounds of treatment and the tumor shrinks or temporarily 'disappears', they claim 'treatment was very successful'. If it grows back in the same place, they call it a 'relapse'; if it appears somewhere else, they call it a 'metastasis'. Either way, they refuse to admit their inability to treat it effectively. As long as there's a problem, it's always the patient's bad luck and has nothing to do with them. They don't care why cancer 'relapses' or 'metastasizes', but they'll keep 'fighting' and collecting hefty 'treatment fees'. Cancer treatment often leaves patients financially drained and empty-handed. Simply put, doctors are good at making simple things complicated, turning small issues into big ones, so they can charge more; in the end, they take your life, and you still have to thank the hospital for their 'meticulous care'."

  Jerry and Elisa nodded, the doctor really said so.

  Fang Mo Nan poured Jerry a cup of tea and continued, "To put it figuratively, as long as they can catch the mouse in the house, they don't care if they wreck the whole house, just like the treatment methods for cancer. They attribute all sorts of complex problems caused by this to 'complications' and refuse to take responsibility for the consequences, which is also the current thinking mode in the medical community. Under this stupid and rigid mindset, many drugs developed by doctors are effective in treating certain diseases but often cause more severe damage to other healthy organs, so doctors are not actually 'treating illnesses' but rather 'causing illnesses'. Now there's a term called 'iatrogenic disease' or 'drug-induced disease', which refers to illnesses caused by treatment or medication. This is a serious crime committed by doctors against humanity. Compared to the small number of people they've successfully treated, Western medicine has created more problems and caused more illnesses. Many people would be healthier and live longer if they didn't go to the hospital for check-ups."

  The room fell into a long silence, Jerry was thinking, turning around in circles, but finally returned to the starting point, the number one enemy of Western medicine. It's no longer about bacteria and viruses, but how to fight against the stubborn Ying-wei system of the human body, and the problem of various drugs and treatment methods developed by itself.

  Jerry didn't understand why before, but after hearing Fang Mo Nan's words today, he had an epiphany.

  Jerry remained still, deep in thought. Today's conversation had benefited him greatly, and he finally understood the fundamental difference between Chinese and Western medicine. Western medicine treats diseases, while Chinese medicine treats people. The objects of treatment are fundamentally different, even opposite.

  At the same time, Jerry also understood a more important truth: the human body has different levels of priority, and the highest level is to enable humans to win in the law of survival of the fittest.

  Only when the Ying and Wei are in harmony, maintaining a dynamic stability, is it the way of longevity. And TCM treatment is like a correction mechanism, when problems arise, it will prompt everything that has lost balance to return to normal again.

  Aisha's words almost choked Fang Mo Nan to death, "According to you, we don't go see a doctor, then what do we do when we get sick in the future? And you said traditional Chinese medicine can cure it, but where are there so many traditional Chinese doctors here. Not all patients believe in traditional Chinese medicine, you see them everywhere in the hospital."

  Fang Mengnan was speechless for half a day. "I'm unable to answer this question." Even in China, traditional Chinese medicine has been squeezed out by Western medicine and has become its accessory, with the problem of westernization of traditional Chinese hospitals being severe, causing embarrassment to traditional Chinese hospitals. Traditional Chinese hospitals are basically all hospitals that combine traditional Chinese and Western medicine, from diagnosis and treatment to prescription medication and hospital stays, all are dominated by Western medicine. The number of traditional Chinese doctors who can diagnose illnesses with just three fingers is decreasing, leaving people feeling helpless and sad, while the true folk remedies are also being harmed as feudal superstitions during the turmoil.

  Jerry's eyes sparkled as he stared at her. She finally said with a smile, "Then you'd better study traditional Chinese medicine well, so you won't be afraid when you get sick."

  Jerry laughed. "Nan Nan, you're so clever, medicine is boundless, it's not that easy."

  "In addition, strive to not get sick, exercise regularly, strengthen your body, and boost your immune system." The extremely high medical expenses have made it impossible for many people in the future to afford treatment. A serious illness can lead to financial ruin, with some people losing everything they own, while others are left deeply in debt, without even being cured. All one can do is pray not to get sick, and hope that if you do get sick, you have enough money.

  Jerry smiled and said: "Hehe... it's just that this exercise can be implemented, but it must be persistent. Now few people have such willpower."

  The sky had already darkened, and Fang Mo Nan didn't want to continue chatting. "Teacher Jerry, shouldn't we be leaving? We've been here for so long, and the restaurant owner hasn't even come to chase us away, it's really strange."

  "Of course, I won't come to drive you away. You've cured his burns. Please, don't mention it." Jerry said with a smile. The owner of this restaurant had been hospitalized due to burns from cooking. As an overseas Chinese, he believed in traditional Chinese medicine and Jerry used Fang Mernan's Chinese medicine to cure his burns. The scars were very light and faint, almost imperceptible if you didn't look closely. For this, the boss was very grateful to Jerry, but he felt a bit embarrassed and indebted.

  "It's getting late, I should head home!" Fang Mo Nan stood up and stretched his waist.

  "Alright! I'll send you guys back home." Jerry said: "This place is far from your home."

  They finally came out of the private room and walked outside, where the early summer breeze was warm and gentle. The summer wind brought the softest and most refreshing feeling to everyone with its gentle voice.

  Aisha left first due to the inconvenient road, Jerry drove Fang Mennai home, and after waving goodbye, he hadn't even reached the door when he heard a thunderous cry coming from inside the house.

  Fang Mo Nan quickly took the key and opened the door. As soon as she entered, her aunt exclaimed, "Thank goodness you're back!" Da Bao and Er Ya toddled over, shaking their bottoms, two little ones who were almost a year old and could already walk, although still not very steadily. For the last two steps, they rushed to Fang Mo Nan's legs, each grabbing one leg. Their faces still had tears on them, and they sniffled pitifully.

  Xiao Yi looked at them and said with a sour tone: "It's really like I'm the stepmother."

  Fang Mo Nan dragged two little guys and sat on the sofa. He smiled and said: "What's wrong? This is." "Have you eaten?"

  As soon as she mentioned this, her three sons were like a cat with its fur standing on end, "You're still talking about this, didn't you promise us to come back at noon and cook something delicious?"

  "Homura slapped her forehead, "Oh no, I forgot. Jerry-sensei and Erisa-chan distracted me." "Then what did you..."

  "Are you done?" she said, raising an eyebrow. She then hung her head in despair, looking very disheartened. "Is the meal I cooked really that unpalatable? They'd rather starve than eat a single bite. These two little brats have been spoiled by your feeding them."

  "Hehe......" Fang Mo Nan didn't express any opinion, whether it was delicious or not, she knew clearly in her heart. "I'll go cook right away." She hastily retreated into the kitchen.

  "Alright, your sister is back, let's go take a bath first, you two look like you've been crying like kittens." Little Auntie said patiently as she squatted in front of the two little ones.

  Dabao and Er Ya, the two people they were thinking of, have returned. They followed their mother in to take a bath. Fang Mo Nan happened to plug in the kitchen door, didn't have enough time, flashed into space and cooked a dinner.

  They are all easy to digest, and dare not have a big fish and meat at night. After taking a bath, I saw the chicken soup noodles and the leftover steamed buns from breakfast on the table. Dabao and Er Ya automatically sat in their designated seats, holding spoons and eating slowly.

  Auntie touched her nose, embarrassed: "Fortunately, there's you. Looking at these two kids... otherwise I really can't handle these two little bandits, it's like fighting a war. You really don't know how exhausting it is to watch them for one day, more tiring than writing two papers." She was truly grateful, only Fang Mo Nan could control these two, when they listened, they were as lovely as angels; when they were being annoying, they were like devils.

  After dinner, Fang Mo Nan took Da Bao and Er Ya to play for more than an hour to digest. The two of them played all day. They soon got tired and fell asleep in no time.

  The little aunt poked her head in and asked softly: "Asleep?"

  Fang Mo Nan was picking up toys and upon hearing her words, turned around, "Sleep well."

  Auntie gently walked in and kissed the two little ones' faces. "Go to sleep early, or let the nannies do it! It's really too tiring for one person to take care of both of them."

  "Haha...... Who made you show off, saying that you personally experienced it. Now the kid knows how energetic those little guys are!"

  "Alright, alright." Xiaoyi nodded repeatedly. "You should get some rest too!" She let out a sigh and glanced at the two treasures lying side by side before walking out.

  Fang Mo Nan inserted the house door and took the children into the space with a flash.

  Time passed smoothly like flowing water, and the woman with ovarian cysts finally accepted Elsa and Jerry's suggestion to try traditional Chinese medicine. She had no choice but to give it a shot, as she still wanted to have children. With an attitude of skepticism, she came to see Fang Mo Nan.

  In Jerry's office, Fang Mo Nan sat on a single sofa, looking at Jerry and them.

  She glanced at Fang Mo Nan with a slanted gaze, her shoes tapping on the ground one by one, and said with an arrogant tone: "Jerry, are you sure you're not joking? She can cure me?" "She's five or six years old...?" she sneered, and indeed, Fang Mo Nan was somewhat shorter in front of the tall foreigner.

  "Agnes, trust me," Jerry said, looking at her. "Now we can only try it here with Dr. Fang."

  Fang Mo Nan sat there, coldly staring at her. "Since you don't believe me, fine! I'll leave first." She stood up and said to Jerry.

  "Agnieszka... if you want to keep your other ovary, it's better to let her see." Jerry had no choice but to use his trump card.

  Agnes listened, and earlier she was still arrogant and doubtful, but now she calmed down, "Jerry, are you serious?" She glanced at Fang Mo Nan who sat back down calmly, composed, without any flattering movements, treating her as an ordinary patient.

  "Yes, she is your last chance, believe me." Jerry said seriously and solemnly nodding his head.

  Fang Mo Nan looked at Jerry and said with raised eyebrows, "Acquaintances." Jerry shrugged helplessly and winked, "Acquaintances."