Bald Monk, How Dare You Compete with This Taoist for the Nun!

Bald Monk, how dare you compete with this Taoist for the nun!

When he saw the Chinese medicine clinic, Wang Yi couldn't help but wonder if they could try having traditional Chinese medicine treat Zeng Xinyi's leukemia.

But then he shook his head.

He'd already consulted plenty of experts and doctors before, and they'd all said that treatment was generally based on Western medicine these days.

Traditional Chinese medicine could work wonders for many illnesses, but it wasn't very effective against leukemia.

Besides, traditional Chinese medicine wasn't what it used to be.

The old practitioners of the past had developed their own systems through treating countless cases.

Those systems could only be understood through experience; they couldn't be put into words.

For the same illness, different practitioners might prescribe completely different remedies, yet both could cure it.

And unlike Western medicine, traditional Chinese medicine didn't have mountains of research and theory to support it, or lots of medical equipment to assist with treatment.

It relied far more on the practitioner's own experience and judgment.

In this age, when everything had to be backed up by evidence, traditional Chinese medicine was increasingly overlooked.

As a result, its ranks of practitioners were dwindling.

Finding a skilled old practitioner these days was like searching for a needle in a haystack.

Still, after thinking it over, Wang Yi decided to go in and take a look.

Even if you were searching for a needle in the ocean, you had to try.

If you didn't search, you certainly wouldn't find it.

It was like asking Capela to shoot a three-pointer.

If he didn't shoot, the ball would never go in.

But if he did, maybe he'd get lucky and sink one.

So Wang Yi went into the clinic.

To his surprise, the person sitting inside