ABSTRACT
At the beginning of my third year in Chungking, General Den, the Tuchun (Military Governor) sent a note inviting me to see him professionally in his home. Having learned much earlier to adapt modern medical procedure to the needs of Chinese officials, I had no hesitation about making this call. On arrival, however, I found the General already in the hands of two oldfashioned Chinese doctors. The professional problem did not bother the sick man at all; used to running things his own way, he now asked me hoarsely to give the others suggestions. For the first few minutes the situation seemed charged with dynamite, but after an hour had been wasted in much ceremonial palaver, the two physicians assured me that I would confer a great favor on them by examining the patient in the foreign manner.
