"Have you heard? The Traditional Chinese dicine Clinic on Garden Street has been really popular recently."
"Are they doing massage therapy?"
"What massage therapy? They’ve successfully treated several dozen cases of the virus outbreak, and supposedly they all recovered in three to five days without any post-viral symptoms."
"Really? You’re exaggerating, aren’t you?"
"I don’t know, but that’s what people are saying, so there must be so truth to it."
"No wonder the number of people coming for IV therapy has decreased these past few days. I thought this wave wasn’t affecting many people."
"It’s strange, if this doctor is so skilled, why haven’t we heard of them before?"
"Who knows."
"Do you know the na of the doctor?"
"I don’t know, how about you, Sister Lu?"
"I don’t know the na, but my relative who went there for treatnt said everyone calls him Dr. Lu."
"Lu? Another person with the last na Lu?"
"Why, do you know them, Sister Huang?"
"A few days ago, the Gastroenterology departnt was talking about a local Chinese dicine doctor who could diagnose gallstones just by taking soone’s pulse, and that doctor also had the last na Lu."
"The sa person?"
"There aren’t many practitioners of Chinese dicine around these days, so the chances of there being another person with the sa na working in the sa field should be small..."
"..."
People in the dical field naturally pay more attention to such events.
In this era of the internet, what news doesn’t spread quickly?
Jianghan City isn’t very large, with a permanent population of only seven to eight hundred thousand. Garden Street is one of the main roads, so anything related to healthcare naturally garners close attention from the dical staff at major hospitals.
...
As ti went on, instead of decreasing, the number of people coming to Lu Jiu’s clinic for treatnt continued to rise.
Even though Lu Jiu had already treated dozens, for the people affected by this infection, it was still just a drop in the bucket.
Many had endured through the toughest few days, but post-viral symptoms persisted. So lost their taste, others had razor-blade throats, so kept on coughing, experiencing breathing difficulties, headaches, tinnitus, anxiety, and the like.
These individuals flocked to Lu Jiu, hoping to find so relief.
Because in the hospital, doctors clearly told them that many post-viral symptoms are self-limiting, aning that the illness will eventually heal on its own, with or without treatnt, it’s just a matter of ti.
While true, these symptoms impacted everyone’s lives, non-lethal but quite depressing.
Like headaches, causing so people so much pain that they wished they could hamr their heads to alleviate it through pain.
Clearly, it’s a desperate asure.
Now, at Lu Jiu’s, there were treatnts available, and the feedback from many who received treatnt was quite positive, hence the rising number of visitors.
Yet, for many, acupuncture and herbal dicine alone weren’t enough because most people experiencing post-viral symptoms were essentially suffering from internal cold and dampness, damaging the yang energy. Simply put, the cold and dampness had been expelled, but the harm it left behind persisted.
To boost the yang energy, the best thod is obviously Moxibustion.
Lu Jiu’s Mountain Burning Fire treatnt could also work, but it’s too ntally taxing. With so many patients, Lu Jiu couldn’t keep up.
Only Moxibustion allowed him to instruct patients on its setup, place the mugwort properly, and let them change the mugwort themselves, freeing up Lu Jiu’s hands.
However, his place was far too small, the limited number of beds ant that in the past few days, many patients ca prepared with yoga mats to receive Moxibustion treatnt directly on the floor at Lu Jiu’s.
Patients had to queue outside the clinic because there was simply no space for them to stand inside.
Even Lu Jiu himself had to be careful, tiptoeing around patients during treatnts to avoid accidentally stepping on soone.
Currently, the clinic’s daily patient intake had nearly reached seventy to eighty people, and were it not for Lu Mountain’s help, Lu Jiu clearly wouldn’t be able to handle it alone.
"You’ve really lucked out, at this rate, you’ll et the targets your parents set for you in no ti," Lu Mountain remarked, surprised at how Lu Jiu had just started his clinic and already encountered such a situation.
Funnily enough, this young man had previously worked in a big hospital, gaining deep knowledge about battling cold and dampness, plus having the Lung Cleansing and Detoxifying Decoction at hand, made treatnt seem effortless and effective.
Even with lower fees, as patient numbers increased, Lu Jiu’s daily inco was substantial.
Lu Mountain couldn’t help but marvel at the fortuity of it all, feeling as if fate itself was supporting Lu Jiu in maintaining this small makeshift clinic.
"Grandpa, you’re overthinking it, it’s only a matter of a month or so, but the goals my parents set are still attainable," Lu Jiu laughed.
Jianghan City didn’t have a large population. Many had already been treated, and those coming to the clinic now were mostly those with weaker constituencies, so there weren’t that many to begin with.
So went to clinics, others to hospitals, those that remained ca to him.
Perhaps by the ti the clinic becos well-known, this issue will vanish with the changing weather, and the clinic will naturally return to its previous state.
One thing is certain though, once word spreads, there will likely be more patients seeking treatnt for other ailnts than before.
"Hey, go ahead and gloat, it seems like I can retire early," Lu Mountain chuckled.
"Oh, co on, the clinic will still be busy afterward. I definitely can’t handle it all alone. How about this, one thousand a month, and I’ll hire you as an assistant," Lu Jiu said with a mischievous grin.
"Get lost, rascal! Only a thousand to be your assistant?" Lu Mountain huffed and glared.
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