Chinese medicine: from rural hospitals to top three hospitals in Kyoto

Chapter 939 Wilson Arrives in Beijing

At the VIP apron of Kyoto International Airport, the sunlight was diluted by the coolness of early autumn.

A Gulfstream G650 with smooth lines slowly slid into the designated position, the roar of the engine gradually subsided, and finally turned into silence. The hatch opened, the gangway was lowered, and a well-cared-for figure appeared at the door.

Thomas Wilson, the financial tycoon who once dominated Wall Street, now looked extremely weak as he was surrounded by his wife Catherine and his private medical team.

His face was pale as if he had lost blood, his eye sockets were sunken, and although he tried hard to maintain the demeanor of an elite class, his tightly pursed lips and slightly hunched body all revealed the cruel erosion of the disease.

The cool breeze of late autumn ruffled his sparse blond hair, causing him to subconsciously wrap his cashmere coat tighter around him.

The ambulance that had been waiting there had its warning lights flashing.

Borg hurried over, followed closely by Chen Yang, Wen Rongxuan and the support team from Kyoto City Traditional Chinese Medicine Hospital.

"Mr. Wilson, welcome to Kyoto. You must have had a hard journey." Borg asked with concern, "Are you okay?"

Wilson's gaze passed Borg and fell on Chen Yang.

This young oriental doctor, whom Borg highly respected, was younger and calmer than he had imagined.

Chen Yang took the initiative to step forward and said with a smile: "Hello, Mr. Wilson, I am Chen Yang."

Chen Yang speaks English with a genuine Mandarin accent.

"Dr. Chen."

Wilson's voice was hoarse from the fatigue of the long flight and the torture of illness. He stretched out his hand and shook hands with Chen Yang briefly, his palms were cold.

"Dr. Borg thinks highly of you. I hope... you won't let me down."

Wilson's eyes are sharp and scrutinizing, but deeper in them is an anxiety that cannot be ignored - anxiety about the unknown environment and anxiety about life.

"I will do my best."

Chen Yang had a smile on his face, and he met Wilson's scrutiny with a calm look.

After a brief greeting, Wilson was carefully transferred to a stretcher and carried into the ambulance. With police lights flashing, the motorcade left the airport and sped towards the special needs ward of the Kyoto City Traditional Chinese Medicine Hospital.

As Wilson arrived in Kyoto, people from all walks of life in Kyoto also received the news that Wilson had arrived in China.

Several top hospitals in Kyoto, including Kyoto Hospital and Kyowa Hospital, have learned the specific news.

Wilson was settled in the special care ward of Kyoto Hospital. Chen Yang also brought the medical team to the ward and began to examine Wilson.

"Mr. Wilson, next I need to conduct a detailed Chinese medicine examination for you so as to develop the most suitable preoperative conditioning plan for you."

Wilson nodded slightly, with a hint of curiosity and a subtle wariness in his eyes.

The ward became quiet in an instant. Chen Yang sat down beside the bed, concentrated his mind, adjusted his breathing, and made his mind completely calm.

After adjusting his state, Chen Yang pulled Wilson's hand, stretched out three fingers, and gently placed them on the "Cun, Guan, and Chi" pulse points on Wilson's outstretched left wrist.

The pulse under the finger felt like pressing a taut guitar string (string pulse), but lacked the elasticity and strength (fine pulse), and there was a sense of difficulty and discomfort under the finger, like touching gravel (astringent pulse). Chen Yang felt a little depressed, as this pulse showed that the liver qi was severely stagnant, the circulation of qi and blood was blocked, and the vital energy was already deficient.

"Please open your mouth, Mr. Wilson, and stick out your tongue."

After taking Wilson's pulse, Chen Yang began to check Wilson's tongue. The tongue was dark purple, like blood clots, and the tongue coating was thin, dry and dry. What was even more striking was that there were several dark purple ecchymoses scattered around the edge of the tongue.

"Mr. Wilson, what are your main physical discomforts?" Chen Yang asked Wilson.

"Here... there is a constant swelling pain, sometimes like a needle prick."

Wilson pointed to the liver area under the right ribs, frowning. "I have almost no appetite. If I force myself to eat a little, my stomach feels like it's going to explode. I feel nauseous... I am very tired. I sweat a lot at night and my clothes are soaked... I can't sleep. My stool is very dry and difficult to defecate..."

"Do you often feel depressed and easily angered?" Chen Yang asked.

Wilson was obviously stunned for a moment, then he smiled bitterly: "Yes, now... nothing goes well for me. A little thing can ignite my anger, and I can't control it."

Chen Yang understood clearly that this was highly consistent with his pulse, tongue and symptoms: a typical symptom of "liver depression and spleen deficiency, internal accumulation of toxic blood, and damage to both qi and yin".

Liver depression and qi stagnation, emotional distress lead to qi stagnation, so there is swelling and pain in the ribs, and a tight pulse.

Stasis and toxins accumulate inside the body, cancer occupies the vital point of the liver gate, and stagnation of qi and blood turns into poison, so the tongue is dark purple with ecchymosis, the pain is like a needle prick, and the pulse is difficult and unsmooth.

Due to spleen deficiency and dysfunction, long-term illness and damage from radiotherapy and chemotherapy, the spleen and stomach's transportation and transformation functions collapse, resulting in poor appetite, abdominal distension, fatigue and listlessness.

Both Qi and Yin are injured. Long-term illness and the toxicity of radiotherapy and chemotherapy damage the vital energy, leading to deficiency of Qi, blood and body fluids, thus causing fatigue, night sweats, dry tongue with little coating, and weak pulse.

Although Western medicine's radiotherapy and chemotherapy aim to kill cancer cells, the process is like a raging fire. While killing the enemy, it also seriously destroys the body's positive energy foundation.

The spleen and stomach, as the foundation of acquired constitution and the source of Qi and blood metabolism, are severely damaged, body fluids are depleted, and liver Qi stagnation is aggravated under the pressure of illness, further aggravating Qi and blood stasis.

This state of internal and external troubles and extreme deficiency of vital energy is simply unable to withstand the upcoming major liver and gallbladder surgery, which is comparable to climbing Mount Everest.

"Chen, how is the situation?" Borg had been observing closely. Although he was not familiar with the profound theories of Chinese medicine, he felt tremendous pressure from Chen Yang's solemn expression and the serious symptoms described by Wilson.

"Weaker than we predicted based on the data."

Chen Yang replied in a solemn voice, "The liver qi is severely stagnant, the blood stasis and toxic evil are stubborn and stalemate, the spleen and stomach function is extremely weak, and the qi, blood and body fluids are seriously depleted. The most urgent task at present is to quickly reverse this situation and improve Mr. Wilson's righteousness and tolerance. Otherwise, the risk of surgery will increase exponentially."

Part of Chen Yang's expression was intentional, just to give Wilson the feeling that the situation was very serious.

Of course, Wilson’s condition was indeed very serious, it was just that Chen Yang’s level was higher.

Through the examination, Chen Yang also had a certain degree of understanding of Wilson's condition. The face-to-face consultation is different from simply looking at the medical records and examination lists before.

In particular, Wilson's previous examination did not involve traditional Chinese medicine, and there was very little relevant information required by traditional Chinese medicine, such as pulse symptoms.

"Chen, you have a solution, right?"

Borg actually knew Wilson's physical condition, which was one of the reasons why he agreed to let Wilson receive Chen Yang's Chinese medicine treatment first.

For Wilson, any method to increase the success rate of the operation is worth trying, and the same is true for Borg, the surgeon in charge.