Chapter 87: Bullying
No, to be precise, I saw two acquaintances.

The middle-aged man who was talking to someone in front was someone he had seen in the large conference room of the Children's Hospital. His two younger brothers had contracted Japanese encephalitis, and he found out why the treatment was ineffective, and then went to find his father, the man who was speaking when he first entered the conference room.

At that time, this person was saying that traditional Chinese medicine prescriptions were ineffective and suggested using Western medicine treatments.

Later, at home, he asked his father and learned that this man was named Wei Chenggong, a Western medicine expert at a hospital in Beijing, and had studied abroad.

Behind Wei Chenggong followed a smiling young man in his twenties. Wang Mengde was very familiar with him. He was Gao Yuze, the doctor in the emergency department of the Red Star Steel Mill.

It's strange how they got mixed up.

Thinking in his mind, Wang Mengde walked quickly and followed closely behind Pu Lao. Pu Lao would exchange a few words with acquaintances from time to time and introduce them to him.

Among these people, all of them are famous Chinese medicine doctors in Beijing and even in the whole country. Basically, each of them has white hair or beard. Wang Mengde greeted them one by one with a smile on his face and respectfully.

After a while, when there were no other acquaintances outside, Mr. Pu took him into the venue.

The seats in the venue had already been arranged, and Wang Mengde found Pu Lao's seat in the first row at the front.

After Pu Lao sat down, Wang Mengde took out the materials and teacup for him, and said softly, "Sir, I'm sitting in the corner of the last row. You can call me anytime if you need anything."

"Okay, go ahead and listen carefully. These are the top doctors in the country. What they share will be helpful to you." Mr. Pu said happily.

"Yes, sir."

Wang Mengde quickly came to the last row and sat down in a corner.

After sitting down, he looked around and found that the venue could accommodate about a hundred people. More than half of them were already seated. Gradually, he discovered a not-so-good phenomenon.

The seats for doctors of traditional Chinese medicine and Western medicine were obviously arranged specially, and the distinction was clear.

On the traditional Chinese medicine side, all the people are over 50 years old, and most of them have completely white hair. On the Western medicine side, most of them are middle-aged people around 40 years old, and the rest are mostly young people, with only a few older people.

This phenomenon is terrible.

But it does reflect the difference between Chinese and Western medicine.

He sighed inwardly, then cheered himself up and prepared to listen carefully.

Soon, when everyone arrived, the meeting began.

The meetings at that time were not as complicated as those in later generations, and there were not too many links. After the host and two leaders spoke for a few words, the highlight of the day began.

Because we were the hosts, a Western medicine doctor was the first to come on stage to share some of his experiences.

In the audience, Wang Mengde had a critical attitude at first, but after listening for a while, he changed his attitude and listened and pondered with great interest.

Whether it is the application of new technologies, the summary of techniques, or the analysis of theories, he has gained a lot.

Indeed, there is a certain reason why Western medicine was able to develop and later surpass traditional Chinese medicine.

Gradually, he began to have a glimmer of understanding.

After everyone finished sharing, the most exciting part came. Pu Lao and more than a dozen famous Chinese medicine experts kept asking questions and finding faults. Once they caught a question, they started to pursue it relentlessly. It was completely impossible to tell that they were a group of elderly people with an average age of 60 or 70 years old. They all had loud voices and spoke eloquently.

The Western medicine group was not to be outdone and started to confront each other, with the back and forth being very lively.

Wang Mengde and a group of young people who were sitting in the back were stunned and exclaimed that it was so exciting. Only now did they realize that the gentleman's words were so sharp, and the image of him in their minds before was completely overturned.

After arguing for a while, perhaps because they were tired, both sides stopped arguing at the same time, some drank tea, some went to the toilet, and there was still a while to go.

Next, it was finally the turn of Chinese medicine practitioners to come on stage and share their experiences, while the Western medicine practitioners naturally wanted to take revenge if they had grudges, and complain if they had grudges.

The venue returned to the state of a vegetable market.

Among them, Pu Lao's words are the most classic: "If there is no Chinese medicine, if Chinese medicine is useless, then we don't know where your ancestors are now, and you won't have the opportunity to sit here and talk about it."

It was almost half past eleven, and according to the procedure, only Mr. Pu’s sharing was left.

As the finale, Mr. Pu came to the stage calmly with a teacup and materials in hand, and began to share the case of treating severe cases of Japanese encephalitis during the epidemic that occurred in Beijing in August.

This material records in detail the condition of each dying patient and the treatment method, and finally provides data and experience summary.

Mr. Pu used a total of eight methods and 183 prescriptions, and through flexible dialectical additions and subtractions, he saved comatose critically ill patients.

Among the ninety-eight ancient classic prescriptions, only one was created by Pu Lao himself.

After Pu Lao finished sharing, he leisurely drank a sip of water and looked at the Western medicine group. He was ready for the final stage, to let those people see what it means to insult others.

Unfortunately, he waited and waited, but no one took the initiative to make trouble, and the atmosphere became cold for a while.

In fact, it is not the group's fault for backing off. The Japanese encephalitis epidemic had just ended not long ago. It was Pu Lao who found the solution. The number of people treated was indeed this much. The country has already made a final conclusion, and they didn't know where to start for a while.

Moreover, although they studied Western medicine, they can all see that the experience summarized in this material has universal guiding significance for the future treatment of epidemic infectious diseases with traditional Chinese medicine.

At this time, Gao Yuze, who was also sitting in the last row, couldn't help but stand up and said loudly:
"I think that one prescription saves less than two patients on average, which is not statistically significant, cannot withstand replication, and cannot stand up to scientific scrutiny."

In fact, the reason for his impulsiveness this time was also because of Wang Mengde.

When he entered the venue in the morning, he saw Wang Mengde following behind Pu Lao. After Pu Lao came on the stage, Gao Yuze criticized what Pu Lao said in his mind.

After he finished speaking, seeing that no one objected, he got excited and stood up and said this.

After he finished speaking, he saw that everyone's eyes were on him. He immediately felt a little regretful and stood there in a daze for a while, at a loss as to what to do.

Wei Chenggong frowned. He was originally quite satisfied with this new student, but now it seems that his character is still not good enough. So many well-known doctors did not speak, but he, a junior, stood up first.

Mr. Pu stood on the stage and did not answer his question immediately. As a famous Chinese medicine expert, he did not expect that the other party would send a young man to question him.

In this situation, if he starts to criticize, it would seem like he is bullying the weak.

Below the stage, Wang Mengde couldn't help it anymore. He stood up suddenly and started scolding Gao Yuze.

(End of this chapter)