Treating Leukemia with Traditional Chinese Medicine

Treating Leukemia with Traditional Chinese Medicine

The young Chinese medicine practitioner brewed tea amid the two old men's playful bickering.

As she served it to Wang Yi and the others, she said, "Brother Yi, my grandpa and Grandpa Zhang always say you're the pride of us Chinese. They also say they often see you wandering around Chinatown, but you never stop by our place. I told them we run a clinic, so why would anyone come over unless they were sick?"

"My grandpa said, 'If I'd known that, I wouldn't have studied Chinese medicine. I should've learned to cook and opened a restaurant instead.'"

Old Zhang took a sip of tea and shot the old Chinese medicine practitioner a look. "You, learn to cook? You'd be better off feeding pigs at a pig farm."

The old practitioner burst out laughing. "You eat my cooking all the time. Isn't that the same as me feeding pigs?"

As they spoke, the two old men started bickering again.

The young woman laughed as she tried to break them up. "Could you two stop bickering? Brother Yi has something important to discuss today."

Only then did the two old men stop their playful banter.

The old practitioner asked Wang Yi, "Tell me, what is it?"

Wang Yi explained the situation.

The smiles vanished from both old men's faces.

The old practitioner pondered for a moment, then looked up and said seriously to Wang Yi, "This... I'm afraid there's nothing I can do."

Old Zhang immediately protested. "Hey, Old Bald Donkey, didn't you cure a leukemia patient more than ten years ago?"

The old practitioner gave a wry smile. "Do you know why I'm not so keen on treating patients anymore?"

Old Zhang glanced at him. "Because you got lazy."

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