Quack doctors

Huangvrin arrived in Kuwait 25 days ago, staying at the luxurious five-star Shiladun hotel and renting a powerful Ferrari. Finding that his credit card had been maxed out when he went through the loan formalities, he decided to try to earn the trip first.

Huangfulin, a plain-looking 30-year-old with small eyes, high cheekbones and dishevelled hair, often wears plain jackets and sneakers. His frequent travels had left him with a thin, dark face and rough skin that, at first sight, made him look like a labourer who earns money by physical strength. He had inherited his grandfather's skill and character from his childhood, but not his way of life. He loved to travel, eat fine food from all over the world and stay in luxurious hotels. He is still single. As soon as he had some medical savings, he put on his credit card and passport and didn't come back until the money was gone. Las Vegas casino in the United States, Easter Island in the Pacific Ocean, The Dead Sea in Jordan, Venice Water City in Italy, prehistoric cave paintings in Australia... He left his footprints everywhere.

His clients, both at home and abroad, wonder at his unusual fee: he charges half of a patient's average annual income to cure him. As a result, underfed patients are paid a nominal fee, while the rich are ripped off. Fortunately, the patients who find him have generally signed a contract with death. Once they are pardoned, they will not care about the amount of medical expenses.

He approached the counter manager after breakfast. Manager Awadi, about forty years old, with a bandaged head and abaya, asked in polite, respectful English:

"Distinguished guest, what can I do for you?"

Huangfulin smiled and said, "There is a little trouble. My credit card is overdrawn and I have little cash left."

His English is not authentic, can barely make the other party understand, the other party was a little stunned, immediately smooth smile:

"Our practice is not to accept credit. Do you need a connection back home? We can facilitate it."

"No, I don't want credit, and I don't need a domestic remittance. I want you to find a rich man with a stubborn disease."

Manager Alwadi's eyes were suspicious, but he politely tucked them away:

"You're a doctor?"

"That's right."

"What are you good at? Cardiovascular? Endocrine? Urinary? The nerve? Department of gynaecology?"

Huanglin laughed and said, "All right. There is no such division in my art."

Manager Alvadi's eyes cooled, the guy blowing a little too much. He paused and said:

"I happen to know that fahmy, the youngest son of the Prime Minister, suffered from a stubborn allergy 10 years ago. He went to a dozen famous hospitals for treatment, but no cure was found. Would you like to treat him?"

There was a warning in his words, but the plain Chinese doctor smiled and said:

"Let me try. Please find me a Chinese translator at my expense. My English is too bad."

The prime Minister's private residence was a long way from the sea. Through a low hedge of flowers, dozens of houses could be seen scattered over the lush grass. Palm trees shade the pebbly path, the backyard has a huge pool, and a cascade cascades down a rockery.

Osman, the young translator, rang the bell and exchanged a few words with the servant who opened the door. After telephoning instructions, the servant invited them in. The drawing-room was sumptuous, with an intricately landscaped roof, exquisite Persian rugs on the floor, and huge ancient Chinese vases in the corners. There are also huge Sudanese antelope horns, stuffed Sudanese crocodiles, and famous ancient Damascus steel knives hanging on the walls. This knife is so elastic that it can bounce back when bent in a circle. It exists in very small quantities and is therefore very expensive. No sooner had they sat down than the party hurried in with the sick man. The patient was wearing an isolation mask, of medium build, relatively thin, wearing a T-shirt and slacks. He was about 25 years old, his skin pale from the long cell and his eyes sombre and cold.

Behind the patient, a middle-aged woman in a fine dress called braille, without a veil, had been watching the doctor who had entered with a keen eye, and her elegant air showed that she must be the Prime Minister's wife. Mawlin looked at her majesty, bowed to her, and said:

"Tell me about your illness."

Behind a man who is about the family doctor, auspicious fine farr m condition are introduced, and he had a bad cold, at the age of 15 is not cured in time, then is allergic to many things: pollen, dust mites, etc., this is intensified, so that the porridge, acid pickling lemon such ordinary diet can also sensitization, breathing outdoor air can cause severe asthma. There are too many allergens to identify and treat. Many famous doctors in the world put their hands on it.

"His immune system is completely out of whack," He said rudely. I think it is probably related to his life is too easy, minor illness and other factors, so it is actually his parents spoil him. Let him try my medicine."

He took some yellowish injection and yellowish ointment from his pillbox and began to give them, when the Prime Minister's wife asked sternly:

"Are you sure of a cure? No medical error?"

Hausman looked at her in alarm and translated her words. Havilin looked up at her coldly and said frankly: "My medicine can only bring out the patient's potential. The cure, ultimately, depends on the patient himself. So these drugs are only 85 to 90 percent effective. My medication is safe, but there's no guarantee it won't worsen. Please make an early decision as to whether to make a diagnosis or not. But I urge you to try. In this state, "he pointed to the patient under the glass," what is the difference between life and death?"

The translator looked at him in horror, not daring to translate, and Huangfulin said sharply:

"Translate as I said!"

"There's no need to translate," the patient said suddenly in his native Beijing dialect, smiling from behind the mask. "I grew up in the Kuwaiti Embassy in China before I was seven years old. Chinese is my second mother tongue. Please rest assured. Indeed, as you have said, I live in terror and imprisonment every day, deprived of the wind, the green grass, the blue sky and the clear water, in constant fear of the presence of certain allergens in my food. Such a life would be worse than death." He turned his head and spoke to his mother in Arabic with such determination that she reluctantly nodded.

Huanglin hesitated for a moment. He read his pain in the patient's easy smile, the patient's heart must be bleeding, this lifelong imprisonment is too cruel. After a pause, he said softly:

"Rest assured, my treatment is actually quite safe. Do you know how the human immune system works? Specifically, specific immunity. Tell me about it. It's very important for healing."

"I know something of it. To put it simply, the specific immune system has T, B two kinds of lymphocytes, if the pathogens into the human body meet with them, T cells will be transformed into sensitized lymphocytes, and then produce lymphatic factors, can dissolve, blockade pathogens, known as cellular immunity; B cells turn into plasma cells, which produce antibodies to neutralize or dissolve pathogens, and these antibodies are present in body fluids, so it's called humoral immunity; After fighting with the pathogen, T and B cells can also be transformed into memory cells, so that the human body automatically obtains immunity to the pathogen after the disease. But sometimes a person's immune system becomes oversensitive and reacts violently to harmless proteins that enter the body. That's what I have."

Huangfulin smiled and praised him.

"Well, that's enough. Now tell me frankly how much you trust me. I must hear the truth."

The young patient hesitated for a moment, then smiled and replied:

"Forty percent. After all, you're a stranger. We've never had a quack like you come knocking on our door."

Huanglin grinned. "Thank you for your frankness. But from now on, trust me, trust me, trust me, trust me, trust me, trust me, trust me, trust me, trust me, trust me. All I ask is that you keep the faith for fifteen days." He stopped laughing and said gravely:

"This is not a joke, people's psychological factors have a lot to do with the mobilization of physical potential, do you agree?"

Fahmy looked at him for a long time, then said decisively, "I promise."

"Please tell your family that I'm going to start treatment now and ask them to leave."

There seemed to be a small argument over what Fahmy was saying to his family in Arabic, but eventually the prime minister's wife agreed, and all but his doctor and interpreter withdrew. Huangfulin undressed the patient, lay on the couch, and began disinfecting both sides of his spine with alcohol swabs, saying to the patient:

"Since you have established your faith in me, please spare no effort to do two things well. First, you have to convince yourself that it's completely curable. Humans evolved in an alien environment and would have perished long ago if the human body had no instinct to defend itself against alien substances, both by killing harmful pathogens and by 'ignoring' harmless proteins. So, everyone has this potential inside of him, but in modern society it has been suppressed by drug abuse or excessive privilege. I am only wakening it, the power that is already in you. Do you remember?"

Fahmy nodded. These profound truths were articulated by Huanglin as surely as 1+1 = 2, and he had no reason not to believe them. He felt a chill near his spine, and something sharp went in slowly. He did not know that his doctor was watching in horror as Huanglin pushed a syringe full of yellow fluid into the vital area. If fahmy hadn't given the order earlier, he would have risen to stop it. Translated as an outsider, doing nothing, looking curiously. The private doctor sidled him aside and asked him to translate their conversation for him.

Starting at the cervical vertebrae and working his way down to the coccyx, Huanglin said, "Second, imagine that the T cells, the B cells and the memory cells they convert into have been awakened. Your memory cells record too much misinformation, so when harmless proteins such as pollen or food enter the body, they react violently, mobilizing the immune system to swarm the intruder. This is an allergic reaction. Now you have to imagine that these memory cells are being erased -- even if we accidentally injure useful memory cells, which we can then remedy."

Othman translated as much as he could to his private doctor, and When Dr. Moher understood, he could not help saying contemptuously in Arabic:

"It's charlatan witchcraft."

Huanglin guessed from his expression what he was saying. He smiled and said:

"These voodoo techniques were not invented by me or my grandfather. At the end of the 20th century, some American doctors adopted the 'biological feedback method', so that patients with hypertension learn to control autonomously the plant nerves in the body, thereby autonomously lowering blood pressure. Others use 'image cancer treatment,' in which the cancer is drawn and patients imagine their T and B cells trying to eat it. My grandfather is nothing more than a master. Osman, translate that, too."

Austman translated obediently, and the doctor, a little embarrassed -- he assumed That Ovlin also understood Arabic -- remained silent.

"Japanese and German scientists have long known that parasites can enhance the body's ability to resist pollen allergies," He added. Because the parasite produces large quantities of non-specific IgE antibodies, it inhibits the production of IgE antibodies to pollen in the body, and inhibits the secretion of histamine and serotonin in mast tissues, thereby inhibiting allergy. If my medicine doesn't work, I'll infect you with parasites." "He joked.

After the injection, Huanglin applied a yellowish ointment all over his body, especially his spinal cord and internal organs. He said:

"Well, get dressed. I'll come back in five days. After three sessions, I think you can throw your breath purifier in the trash. These days you will stay in silence and try to recite my two words as earnestly as the Koran. Can you do that?"

Fahmy got up and put on his clothes. Huangvrin had succeeded in rousing his hope. His eyes glowed and he said solemnly:

"I will do whatever you say."

Dr. Mulch had slipped out, and a moment later, the Prime Minister's wife and others hurried up. Huanglin smiled at his wife and said:

"I'm going away and will come back in five days. He'll have a fever these days. That's a normal reaction. Let it go."

The prime Minister's wife said kindly, "Thank you, Doctor Huangfu. Please don't go back to the Shilaton hotel, but stay under the hotel. You are an honored guest from China, and my husband would be angry if he snubbed you."

Huanglin knew that the doctor had done it, and that he would be kept here as a hostage. He laughed.

"Thank you, thank you. My credit card is overdrawn and I'm worried about my expenses these days. I can't ask you for an advance on my medical expenses. Osman, take my rental car back to the hotel, have it delivered, return the rental car, and deduct your wages from the rent. And by the way, we haven't even talked about the medical bills, which ARE very high."

Whatever the Prime Minister's wife might have thought of the doctor's vulgar remarks, she kept a gentle smile on the outside:

"Don't worry. If Fahmy is cured, I can send you an oil well."

"I'll be glad of that."

Ovlin made a face at Fahmy, who smiled quietly. He had grown fond of the wild quack.

Fifteen days later, Fahmy had removed the purifier and was ready to follow Huvlin, his eyes tinged with the ecstasy of captivity and the fear that would not go away. The prime minister's wife and other family members watched him in horror, as if he were heading for hell. Huangvrin commanded:

"Instead of the Lowles Royce, get a convertible sports car. Fahmy, now that you are back to your normal state, there is nothing to worry about."

Fahmy, Huangvrin and two servants got in their sports car and drove off. Moments later, a white ambulance, carrying the family doctor, quietly followed the prime minister's wife at home, anxiously waiting for news.

Hours later, the doctor called: "Ma 'am, Fahmy is really cured! What a witch doctor! Ma 'am, I couldn't believe my eyes, but Fahmy didn't show any signs of asthma, he was crazy with happiness!"

The lady murmured a prayer: "All praise be to Allah, Lord of the world. Amina!" She excitedly called to her daughter: "Tell your father that your brother has been cured. The doctor from faraway China has cured him. Thank God for his mercy!"