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Sung shook his head. "Of course not. I reacted badly . . . . East and West have different ideas about families."
Not necessarily, she thought, but wouldn't let her mind go any further than that.
Sung continued. "In China children are very important to us. Sure, we have the overpopulation problem but one of the most hated parts of the central government is the one-child rule. That only applies to the Han--the majority race in China--so we actually have people in borderline areas claiming to be racial minorities to have more than one child. I will have more someday. I will bring my children over here and then, when I meet someone, have two or three more."
He watched her when he said this and she felt that comfort radiating from his eyes again. From his smile too. She knew nothing of his competence as a practitioner of Chinese medicine but his face alone would go a long way in calming a patient and helping the healing process.
"You know our language is based on pictograms. The Chinese character for the word 'love' is brushstrokes that represent a mother holding a child."
She felt an urge to tell him more, to tell him that, yes, she wanted children very badly. But suddenly she felt like crying. Then controlled it fast. None of that. No bawling when you're wearing one of Austria's finest pistols on one hip and a can of pepper spray on the other. She realized that they'd been gazing at each other silently for a moment. She looked down, sipped more tea.
"Are you married?" Sung asked.
"No. I have someone in my life, though."
"That's good," he said, continuing to study her. "I sense he's in the same line of work. Is he by any chance that man you were telling me about? Lincoln . . . "
"Rhyme." She laughed. "You're pretty observant."
"In China, doctors are detectives of the soul." Then Sung leaned forward
and said, "Hold your arm out."
"What?"
"Your arm. Please."
She did and he rested two fingers on her wrist.
"What?"
"Shhh. I'm taking your pulse."
After a moment he sat back. "My diagnosis is correct."
"About the arthritis, you mean?"
"Arthritis is merely a symptom. We think it's misguided to merely cure symptoms. The goal of medicine should be to rebalance harmonies."
"So what's unbalanced?"
"In China we like our numbers. The five blessings, the five beasts for sacrifice."
"The ten judges of hell," she said.
He laughed. "Exactly. Well, in medicine we have liu-yin: the six pernicious influences. They are dampness, wind, fire, cold, dryness and summer heat. They affect the organs of the body and the qi--the spirit--as well as the blood and essence. When they are excessive or lacking they create disharmony and that causes problems. Too much dampness must be dried out. Too much cold must be warmed."
The six pernicious influences, she reflected. Try putting that on a Blue Cross/Blue Shield form.
"I see from your tongue and pulse that you have excessive dampness on the spleen. That results in arthritis, among other problems."
"Spleen?"
"It is not just your actual spleen, according to Western medicine," he said, noting her skepticism. "Spleen is more of an organ system."
"So what does my spleen need?" Sachs asked.
"To be less damp," Sung answered as if it were obvious. "I got you these." He pushed a bag toward her. She opened it and found herbs and dried plants inside. "Make them into tea and drink it slowly over the course of two days." Then he handed her a small box as well. "These are Qi Ye Lien tablets. Herbal aspirin. There're instructions in English on the box." Sung added, "Acupuncture will also help a great deal. I'm not licensed for acupuncture here and I don't want to risk any trouble before my INS hearing."
