Supernatural Insight Eyes-Chapter 907 - 0 Promote Traditional Chinese Medicine! (Second Update)

The villa suddenly had two more women. Ye Qiu was a bit helpless, especially since these two women were at odds with each other. It was either Caroline’s long leg temptation or Lin Qiao’er’s uniform temptation every day, which made Ye Qiu quite fired up.

Hm. It was wicked fire!

Finally, there was something that allowed Ye Qiu to escape his current predicament, and that was the famous Central Hospital in the Capital City inviting him to be a visiting professor.

Without a second thought, Ye Qiu agreed because he knew if he kept being caught between the two women, he would eventually lose control.

The invitation from the Central Hospital was not without reason. Previously, Ye Qiu used his medical skills to cure Fang Sijie’s difficult and complicated disease, which shocked the hospital director who witnessed it from the monitoring room.

Moreover, he recognized that the acupuncture technique Ye Qiu used was the long-lost Hua Tuo’s Thirty-Six Needles, a legendary acupuncture method that is truly the essence of Chinese medicine.

Ye Qiu was invited by the director to the director’s office.

He was served with good tea and water.

"Mr. Ye, I know you have a distinguished identity, but I believe you have a passion for Chinese medicine, especially with the acupuncture skill you have. Even I am seeing it for the first time."

"What does the director mean?"

"I want to promote Chinese medicine," the director said with a determined look, "Actually, this idea has been weighing on my heart for many years. However, Chinese medicine in our China has always been lukewarm. If it weren’t for your appearance, Mr. Ye, I might have kept this thought buried in my heart. But ever since I witnessed your acupuncture skills that day, I think the opportunity to promote Chinese medicine has come."

"Chinese medicine is what our ancestors left us, but in China, we chase after Western medicine, researching various cells and bacteria, treating wherever the disease is. Although it works quickly, it doesn’t achieve a radical cure."

Ye Qiu smiled and said, "If the director’s comments were known to others, it would definitely lead to discussions."

"I am not afraid of that. I am just speaking the facts, and I believe you, Mr. Ye, also know this. But Chinese medicine is different. It has a much longer history than Western medicine, starting from ancient times with Sheng Nong tasting all kinds of herbs, followed by medical classics like ’Plain Questions,’ ’Miraculous Pivot,’ ’Treatise on Cold Pathogenic and Miscellaneous Diseases,’ and ’Compendium of Materia Medica.’ Each book is a valuable experience left by our ancestors. However, these things are now treated as historical artifacts, and very few people study their value, causing Chinese medicine to gather dust."

"Mr. Ye, you don’t want Chinese medicine to continue to decline, do you? If this situation continues for ten or a hundred years, eventually, Chinese medicine will disappear and be completely abandoned by people, and the painstaking efforts of the ancestors will be wasted," the director said resolutely.

"Chinese medicine won’t rise just because you and I say it will. The difficulty involved, director, you should be aware of. The first to jump out and question it would be scholars of Western medicine. There are millions who study Western medicine in China alone, not to mention billions worldwide. Have you considered this difficulty, director? Moreover, you yourself are a Western doctor. If you strongly support Chinese medicine, your position as the director of this hospital might not be secure. Are you willing to take such a risk to promote Chinese medicine?" Ye Qiu said.

Ye Qiu laid out the difficulties, and the director was silent for a while before finally saying, "I am willing to take the gamble. Even if I lose my position as director, I won’t regret it. At least when I die, I will have the face to meet my ancestors."

Seeing the director’s determination, Ye Qiu was somewhat surprised. In fact, he wasn’t too concerned about whether Chinese medicine would rise or not.

If poor, one stays true to oneself; if achieved, one helps the world.

This concept, Ye Qiu actually did not agree with. He was not a saint and couldn’t go to help wherever there’s a difficulty.

Moreover, he still had a great vendetta to settle and didn’t want to spend all his time on this. However, the director’s determination moved him somewhat, and it was indeed a pity if his life’s medical skills could not help more people.

Ye Qiu thought for a moment and said, "Director, I want to know why you are willing to place your bet on me. My skills in Chinese medicine are not necessarily the best in China."

The director said, "Because I saw the heart of a benevolent person in you. When you were treating that female patient, the look in your eyes was that of a healer. I believe you also hope in your heart that your medical skills can save more people. You’re just perhaps afraid of trouble, so in unnecessary situations, you are unwilling to make a move."

It must be said, this director judged people very accurately. Eighty percent of Ye Qiu’s thoughts were guessed correctly by the director.

Ye Qiu gave a bitter smile, "Since the director believes in me so much, I will accompany the director in this gamble once."

"Great!" The director’s eyes flashed with light, and he was very happy.

That same day, the Central Hospital announced a medical seminar to promote Chinese medicine culture, with the keynote speaker being visiting professor Ye Qiu.

To highlight Ye Qiu’s skills in Chinese medicine, the director even printed his case of curing Fang Sijie into displays for others to view.

Rumor had it that the person who solved an international medical problem was giving a lecture at the hospital, and all the medical experts from major hospitals in the Capital City gathered at the Central Hospital.

For a time, the Central Hospital was crowded. In the entire Capital City, there are no fewer than a thousand hospitals, and just the number of medical professors alone is over ten thousand. The venue that Director Ye Qiu prepared couldn’t accommodate so many people.

Those who came were all medical practitioners with considerable achievements. Some were curious about Ye Qiu as a person, some wanted to witness Ye Qiu using acupuncture to treat diseases, and some came with skepticism, intending to find fault.

In any case, even before the seminar started, the entire hall was already packed with people.

Finally, the director temporarily changed the venue, moving the event to a nearby hotel.

A large group of people swarmed into the hotel, and it finally became much roomier.

When Ye Qiu took the stage, all the Western medical scholars who had never seen Ye Qiu furrowed their brows. Was this young guy the one who intended to promote Chinese medicine culture? What a joke.

In everyone’s mind, if one were to achieve something in Chinese medicine, they would at least be over fifty years old, while Ye Qiu looked just twenty-something. Many people who were two or three times his age wouldn’t dare talk about promoting Chinese medicine, yet Ye Qiu dared.

Isn’t this too arrogant?

Many started to sneer, wanting to hear what exactly Ye Qiu would say. If there was the slightest mistake, it would be pointed out, as many present were well-versed in both Chinese and Western medicine. A mistake in such a public setting would definitely make someone become a laughingstock, even famous throughout the Capital City.

"Ahem, hello everyone, my name is Ye Qiu, and I am an enthusiast of Chinese medicine!" Ye Qiu said as he began speaking, giving a slight smile to the people.