The First Hospital!
Elder Qian was being examined.
His son, Qian Zhongcheng, was familiar with the First Hospital's director, Zheng Zhenguo. He was currently talking to Zheng Zhenguo.
"Director Zheng, do you think Chinese medicine has a way to treat this disease?" asked Qian Zhongcheng.
"Of course there is!" Zheng Zhenguo said confidently.
"Huh, you're so sure?" Qian Zhongcheng asked in surprise. "You're not a Chinese medicine practitioner, and you didn't trust them very much in the past."
"In the past, my knowledge was superficial, so I thought that Chinese medicine was not good. However, after I met a master and saw with my own eyes that he only used a few silver needles to treat a patient with late-stage breast cancer, I couldn't help but admire Chinese medicine. It's not that the things left behind by our ancestors are bad, but that we didn't fully learn the things that have been passed down."
