Chapter 1060: 707 Prolonged sitting injures muscles_2
Du Heng shook his head. "Forget it, just take me to see for myself."
Actually, Du Heng had a rough idea of the situation on the way to the Hospital room.
"Sitting for a long time can harm the Muscle" was not just a joke. Long periods of inactivity can lead to problems with blood circulation in the Muscle, and when Muscle do not receive nourishment from qi and blood, it will damage the Muscle themselves. Moreover, the Patient is a Woman in childbirth, with the Fetus in her abdomen developing and growing day by day. Lying flat or sitting for a long time can cause the Fetus to exert constant pressure on the internal organs, leaving them no chance to relax.
"Plain Questions - Manifestaiton of Healthy People" states: "The true essence of internal organs lies in the spleen, which governs the qi of Muscle."
"Plain Questions - Theory of Wilting" adds: "The spleen is the main driver of the body’s Muscle."
So, "sitting for a long time can harm the Muscle" not only refers to Muscle dysfunction but, more importantly, it damages the spleen. As the foundation of acquired constitution, the spleen is the source of qi and blood biochemistry in the human body. Its function is to transform intangible qi into tangible blood.
At the same time, ’Plain Questions - Explaining the Five Qi" also states: "Lying down for a long time injures qi, sitting for a long time injures Muscle."
Injury to qi leads to qi deficiency. Injury to Muscle leads to spleen deficiency. Weak spleen qi impairs metabolism, and excess dampness accumulates internally, forming obesity. Prolonged sitting and lying down will inevitably slow Qi and blood flow, leading to qi stagnation and weak metabolic function.
Moreover, in traditional Chinese medicine, there is a saying: "Overthinking harms the spleen."
Therefore, the Woman in childbirth’s previous behavior, along with the cesarean section surgery that damages her original qi, as well as her current state of emotional distress, all contribute to spleen damage. Thus, the most likely reason for her current condition is damaged spleen yang.
When they arrived at the Hospital room, Du Heng saw the Woman in childbirth Gao Qin had mentioned.
She was very fat, round like a ball. She was lying on the bed with her eyes closed, her face etched with pain. Upon closer inspection, her complexion was sallow, her tongue pale, and her lips white.
A Check-up of her pulse revealed it was faint and weak.
All these signs pointed to the spleen failing to govern blood, which basically matched my expectations, Du Heng thought.
He promptly prescribed Yellow Earth Decoction, with a significant addition of sojutsu var to nourish fluids and moisten the bowels, and to nourish spleen earth and disseminate essence.
Since the pathogenesis and cause were clear, it wasn’t difficult to treat.
Only after leaving did I realize that I’d been in such a hurry coming from the School earlier that I’d forgotten to call Deputy Dean Zhang back, Du Heng thought. Still, given what happened at the Hospital entrance, he’d know what was going on even if I didn’t call.
While on his way to the office, Du Heng called Deputy Dean Zhang, and the two agreed to meet in Du Heng’s office.
Du Heng pushed open the office door, walking in absently.
Suddenly, a figure in the corner of his eye caught his attention—someone was sitting casually on the office Sofa. Du Heng snapped to alertness. His steps faltered, and he carefully scanned the office.
No mistake, this is my office, he thought. I almost thought I’d walked into the wrong room!
Du Heng glanced at the man on the Sofa. Seeing Du Heng enter, the man showed no intention of standing up. As Du Heng walked towards his Office Desk, he asked, "Hello, sir. Who are you looking for?"
Only then did the man on the Sofa stand up. "I am Qiao Zhenghai. I’m here to see you."
"To see me?" Du Heng was taken aback. He quickly wracked his brain for the name Qiao Zhenghai but came up blank.
Moreover, Du Heng wasn’t in a good mood, and the man’s arrogant attitude irritated him further. "I’m sorry, I don’t know you."
By this time, Du Heng had reached his Office Desk. After putting his things down, he looked at the man. "Is there something I can help you with?"
Seeing Du Heng’s cold attitude, the man frowned slightly. "My name is Qiao Zhenghai."
Du Heng nodded. "I know, you just said that. I’m asking if you have any business with me. If not, please leave. I have a meeting to attend." As he spoke, Du Heng gestured for the man to exit.
This action, coupled with Du Heng’s tone, angered the man by the Sofa. He emphasized again, "My father is Qiao Yuncheng."
Du Heng’s patience was wearing thin. Just as he was about to speak, Deputy Dean Zhang hurried into the office. This made Du Heng swallow the words on the tip of his tongue and say instead, "I understand. But what do you want from me?"
The man took a deep breath, a smile returning to his face. "President Du, I came today to ask you to examine my father."
Du Heng let out a soft "Oh." "Alright. Your father is in the Internal Medicine Department, right? What’s his Sick bed number? I’ll go see him after my meeting."
A man being hospitalized in a place like the Municipal Maternal and Child Health Hospital would most likely be in the Internal Medicine Department, which is why Du Heng asked.
But the man said, "My father is not hospitalized in your Hospital."
Du Heng’s expression faltered. "Then what do you mean?"
"I’d like to invite Mr. Du to my home to examine my father."
"I’m sorry, I have an urgent matter to attend to, and my time is rather tight," Du Heng refused directly. "How about this: you bring your father to our Hospital, and I’ll make time to see him here."
Qiao Zhenghai was visibly displeased by Du Heng’s words and walked directly towards Du Heng’s Office Desk. "President Du, my father’s situation is a bit special, and the environment of your Hospital... well, it’s really not up to par. So, I still insist on inviting you to my home to examine my father."
Seeing the man’s aggressive demeanor, Du Heng’s impatience reached its peak. "Then please Seek Someone Else More Capable. I don’t have time. Now, please leave. I have a meeting."
Seeing Du Heng’s resolute attitude, anger flashed across the man’s face, but he quickly suppressed it. "President Du, perhaps you didn’t hear me clearly earlier. I said my name is Qiao Zhenghai, and my father is Qiao Yuncheng. He is..."
Du Heng shook his head helplessly. "Mr. Qiao, I genuinely have no interest in who you or your father are. I really have urgent matters to attend to right now and don’t have time to make house calls to see Patients. If you truly want me to examine your father, then bring him to the Hospital. Is that clear enough?"
Qiao Zhenghai’s eyes twitched. He said coldly, "President Du, are you really not going to give me this face?"
Du Heng finally lost his temper. "What face should I give you? Do I even know you? Get out!"
"Heh." Qiao Zhenghai sneered. "Fine. If you won’t give my face any consideration, surely you’ll consider money."
With that, he picked up his Bag, pulled out a stack of cash, and threw it onto Du Heng’s Office Desk. "Is this enough? Can you *please* come to my house and examine my father?" He heavily stressed the word "please" as he spoke.
Du Heng stared at the scene before him, utterly dumbfounded.
Where did this moron come from? Has he watched too many TV dramas? he wondered. Throwing money in someone’s face? How did he even come up with that?
Seeing Du Heng still unmoved, Qiao Zhenghai took another stack of cash from his Bag. "Is this enough?"
Du Heng suddenly felt the Muscle on his face stiffen. Strangely, the anger in his Heart began to subside. This moronic Child’s ridiculous actions had actually managed to diffuse some of his fury.
Du Heng rubbed his stiff jaw. "Please leave. Now."
"Huh?" Qiao Zhenghai’s face twisted with rage. He gritted his teeth and snarled, "Du! I, Qiao Zhenghai, personally came to your door to invite you. That was me giving you face, but you’re just shameless! Don’t think you’re somebody special just because you’ve managed to latch onto the Wu family."
Du Heng had absolutely no interest in this delusional youth before him.
He just couldn’t understand why the idiotic plots from YY Books would actually play out in reality. Is this what they mean by art imitating life? And how utterly self-absorbed must someone be to behave like this? Being that self-absorbed is an illness—a mental illness. It needs treatment.
"Are you finished? If you’re finished, please leave. I have Things to do."
"Fine, Du, you’re tough. Just be careful when you go out. That Car of yours is pretty shabby; the quality isn’t great." Qiao Zhenghai sneered and turned to leave.
But his words made Du Heng’s eyelids twitch. Was that a threat?
"Wait."
Qiao Zhenghai stopped, turning back to look at Du Heng with a cold smile. "Changed your mind? It’s really like being forced to drink a penalty when you don’t drink the offered toast."
