Democratic Sentinel, Volume 7, Number 46, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 14 December 1883 — A Chinese Physician. [ARTICLE]

A Chinese Physician.

, A celebrity among the Chinese of San Francisco is their great doctor, Li Po Tai. He has been in this country nearly thirty years, and has a larger income from his profession than any white practitioner' in that city. His patients all go to his office when able, and Li Po Tai sits up, habited in gorgeous silks dnd brocades in a little den of an office overlooking the plaza, and feels pulses all day long. The patients are mostly white people, who come to him after a varied round of their Own physicians, or at the instigation of some resurrected and enthusiastic patients. Li Po Tai rests the patient’s elbow on a blue silk cushion, and proceeds to feel their right pulse with his three hooked and long-clawed fingers. He fe.els the right pulse to ascertain the condition of the brain, stomach and kidneys, and then grasps the left wrist to find out about the heart, liver and lungs. Although he knows practically nothing of anatomy, as our physicians know it, he makes a wonderful diagnosis of a case. He charges $lO a week for his services, including his medicines, and patients either go to his office and drink the tisanes, or take the mysterious stuff home and make their own hot drinks. Li Po Tai has many notions that puzzle pnd interest his patients. He first treats them to a severe course of antidotes for quinine poison, if they confess to having taken that deadly drug. He next commands them to eat shell fish or uncooked fruit, to let alone poultry,. fried meats, eggs, watery vegetables, all liquors and everything sour. For these thirty years Li Po Tai has made his patients drink hot water. Dyspepsia, cancers and tumors ate his specialties. His income from his profession is computed at more than $6,000 a month.

Buffalo has a dumb Aiderman. He can’t debate, and therefore has to* content himself with making motions. How can you remain a sufferer from dyspepsia when worse cases than yours are being cured by Hood’s Sarsaparilla? Try it The rich man may enjoy all the luxury of being poor if no one knows that he is wealthy. “Samaritan Nervine cured me of ‘St. Vitus Dance,’ ” saidT. J. Osborn, Richmond, Va. “At what age were you married?” “At the parsonage,” was the elusive reply. Samaritan Nervine relieves the brain of morbid fancies. It’s a pure family medicine. It is doubtless owing to our being made of clay that we are so easily “broke.”