"These lunatics!"
"Free clinics?"
"Free of charge?"
It was simply appalling. In truth, good doctors were the same regardless of their background. The East had its fine tradition of free clinics, and the West also had saintly healers who treated illnesses without taking a penny. There were always good people among doctors. But East African Chinese medicine had turned free clinics into an institution. This charitable conduct stirred all sorts of feelings among German doctors—disdain, jealousy, admiration, sentimentality... the list went on.
The East African Chinese doctors did not care much about what the German doctors thought. Right now, they only wanted to win some pride for Chinese medicine. They could not let their ancestors' legacy be lost; not only must it be preserved, it had to be carried forward and flourish.
To promote and develop Chinese medicine, the East African Traditional Chinese Medicine Association, led by Li Ge, was established. Naturally, it had been reported to Ernst beforehand. Only Ernst could have made it happen; in a country steeped in German culture, it would have been difficult to get approval otherwise. Take India's mishmash of medical schools, for instance—Ernst certainly would not have approved them.
The East African Chinese doctors' voluntary trips to the countryside to provide free treatment were strongly supported by the East African government. East Africa lacked talent, and doctors had always been scarce resources in any era.
"President Li, are you still reading that book, Cytology?"
"Yes, Old Wei! Whether we acknowledge it or not, those tiny organisms under the microscope objectively exist. We practitioners of Chinese medicine cannot pretend not to see them. The development of the times lets us better understand this world, so Chinese medicine should study hard and make up for its deficiencies, carrying this field of knowledge forward."
"You're right.