Once Recovered, I Will Definitely Settle Accounts with China's Current Hegemonic Western Medicine System

2008/8/24 18:06:51

It seems this ID's "cliff wind" has blown to some effect—though of course not through this blog channel. This weekend, someone unusually rare came out to confirm the truth of that 400 billion rumor. Moreover, recently there have been high-level people coming out to make tough statements about the economy not hitting a trough after the Olympics (a more officially palatable way of saying "cliff"). Of course, the deer-pointing-at-horse component is obviously substantial—the technique of using "the Olympics is a small share of China's economy" to prove there'll be no trough can't even fool a child.

The market doesn't need proof; the market needs the real deal. The 400 billion, tax cuts, and the like are one clear path, but they're not enough. The market needs more, and it must be structural change.

I won't be immunizing against that nonsense show tonight, because last night the miracle healer, after a full day of research work, still came by around 10 PM with a pack of medicine. Then came the third treatment. According to him, the original medicine schedule was changed from three doses to two, with the evening dose switched to this new medicine, and the reaction would disappear. Sure enough, after taking it, nothing happened all night. Thinking back to asking the miracle healer the day before yesterday when such intense reactions would end, he said "about two days"—so that's what he meant. This trick is a bit clever. After taking the medicine, I waited three hours before sleeping—perfect for killing time with that nonsense show.

The current treatment is progressing entirely according to plan. The miracle healer had predicted the effects in advance and roughly how long recovery would take, but I won't disclose that here. Suffice it to say, it won't be too long. Some people are still going on about Western medicine. As this ID said long ago, using Western medicine was merely for an initial strike; could it actually solve the problem afterward? Even if Western medicine could do something, Western medicine in China is absolutely hopeless.

Let me share this ID's experience with Western medicine. The first visit was to the best specialist hospital in China. That time, I was forcibly dragged there by friends. I ended up encountering a man who claimed to be the former hospital director—over 70 years old. The people accompanying me had water for brains and, while this ID wasn't present, told him that this ID had only seen Chinese medicine doctors. In fact, this ID hadn't seen any doctor at all, because this ID had never considered it a big deal. The result was that when this ID returned, the old man went crazy—he dragged this ID from floor 1 to floor N, sweeping through every department, telling everyone he met, "Look, this is what Chinese medicine did to this person." At first, this ID didn't quite understand what was happening, but this ID has always loved watching a good show. Having never visited a hospital before and encountering such an entertaining spectacle on the first visit, this ID immediately developed a great curiosity about hospitals. The old man gave this ID a three-month death sentence.

Later, it was this ID who took the initiative to call my younger brother and told him to come over. He initially said he'd just take this ID back to use his own methods, which would definitely work. But the matter alarmed too many friends, and they forcibly arranged for this ID to be transferred to what's called the best hospital in all of Asia specializing in this particular type—to the VIP ward with the best possible care. Even money can't get you in without queuing at that place. The only reason this ID could go whenever was entirely thanks to those friends applying pressure from the top down. Honestly, this ID still hasn't figured out who exactly helped and how.

Upon admission, the people there were blunt: they hadn't seen a case this severe in N-plus years. Treatment was just doing their best. They told my brother plainly: three months at most. Recovery was impossible; extending life a bit would already be something. Then they administered the heaviest dosage—the implication being that surviving the treatment would be a miracle. The result: after 8 days, not only did this ID survive, but over 70% was cleared, leaving them in disbelief. They'd probably never seen anything like it. However, my weight dropped by 33%, and at the time of admission, I'd already lost 30% from normal weight. (As for the ridiculous stories from inside, I'll tell them when there's time.)

Then came the complications described previously. Then, involuntarily, I was sent to the best military hospital in the area—apparently that too required top-down arrangements to be so quick. It seems this ID has never truly experienced a normal hospital admission. The conclusion there was the same: cure was impossible; just try to extend life. The second round of treatment began only after this ID repeatedly insisted on waiting until weight had fully recovered to pre-first-admission levels, and the cycle was extended. The results were good.

The correct move would have been to come to Wuhan immediately. But this ID was soft-hearted and said to give my brother three weeks to try. The results afterward were not particularly good, and after the third admission the results were poor as well. Moreover, the people there said quite plainly that they had no more effective methods, and weren't particularly confident about radiation therapy either—they could only try. With that statement, this ID was liberated. You weren't coerced into saying it—you said it yourselves. So this ID began using my own approach.

Therefore, once this is all over, don't fight over who gets the credit. Whoever ultimately fixes it gets the credit. During the days spent messing around in the Western medical system, I witnessed far too many dark and dreary things. So consider this a social practice session for this ID. Once this ID recovers, I will definitely devote energy to this and smash that black pot to pieces.

No more unnecessary words. As for the eating problem, this ID has methods to solve it—today I'll go teach the cook how to make chicken soup and steamed fish. Right now, this ID can't eat things like Gong Bao chicken—anything salty, fried, spicy, and so on is all off limits. So the options are limited. As for the suggestions some friends have offered, they're completely impractical. If this ID truly wanted to enjoy luxury, I'd have accepted those friends' arrangements to get connected through provincial officials long ago—no need for all this trouble. But still, many thanks to everyone for their concern.

However, right now it's this ID seeking the miracle healer, not the miracle healer seeking this ID. Without even a shred of humility, what are you seeking? People, if you truly want to learn something, to grasp something—if your heart isn't right, everything's chaos.

Finally, a question: what desserts are good and easy to get in Wuhan? They must be hot—right now I can only eat hot food. Fruits and such, being cold, are basically off limits.

Today's most impressive feat is that this ID actually solved this hotel's network problems. Honestly, this ID is completely clueless about this stuff. It's just that their network went down and this ID couldn't get online, so I had to give them a method to find the source of the problem. It was total improvisation—but since I can now come online and write, it was worth the trouble.

Final question again: what desserts in Wuhan are easy to get and tasty? They must be hot though—fruits, being cold, are basically off limits right now.