一位朋友在裝了心臟節律器一段時間後，被醫院通知有心臟移植的機會，他幾乎沒猶豫就答應了。

當年他接受節律器手術時，我心中滿是不捨。那時我在課堂上對學員說，這就是「失控的專業」：信任醫療的人，很難相信「菌腦腸軸」才可能是心臟衰竭的真正解方。

我的思考落在粒線體與腸道微生物之間的基因連結上，這兩者的關係不僅藏有演化的軌跡，也蘊含著人類養生覺醒的未來。

當現代醫學仍以「治療」為唯一邏輯時，從信任身體的角度看，醫病雙方的思維其實都懸浮在外太空，他們從未把機會交還給土壤中的單細胞生物。

我們身上的「土壤」就是腸道，維持免疫細胞戰力的正是住在其中的細菌。這兩造構成的地基，為大腦提供正能量。這個超級平衡系統能做到的事，超過醫療所能理解。

故事總是這樣開始的：醫生說「你病了」，身體則回應「交給我處理」。但病人聽見的，只有醫生和病人大腦的默契：「需要接受治療」。

 

如今，大多數人類都不再相信身體的自癒能力。他們把因毒素囤積而產生的異常，交給不處理毒素的體系；每一位病人都在豪賭，都以為自己賭對了。

手術後遺症一一浮現後，那位接受心臟移植的朋友開始在網路上傾訴他的不安與憤怒。

我沉默，不是我不願意表達，而是我知道：無論何時，他都不會相信我的論述。

「相信身體」看似簡單，對多數人卻極其困難。那就像明明手邊有滅火器，卻仍苦等消防隊來滅火。

如果把「健康」比喻成回家的路，那麼在我眼前，一條又一條的路徑顯示出相同的現象：吃的藥越多，回家的路就越遠。

我的結論很明確，相信醫療的回家之路，其困難與障礙，遠遠超過相信身體的那一條。

人人都想回家，但真正能回到家的人，卻是少之又少。因為他們兩邊都想賭：對醫療的賭注往往高於對身體的信任，結果慘賠的機率極高。

我之所以稱這是一場「豪賭」，是因為方向早已錯了，因為連醫生都沒有把握，因為這場名為「醫療」的遊戲，從立論開始就偏離了自然法則。

 

我把日子區分成「斷食日」與「餵食日」已超過七年，這是我對身體建立完全信任的養成期。

當斷食成為生活日常後，身體的每一種傳訊都在強化我對它的信任。

斷食是一條與身體深度互動的秘徑，不僅是生理的精進，更是心理的揚升。

接觸斷食的第一年，我形容它是「與身體對話的途徑」；將近二十年後，身體告訴我的話，遠比我告訴它的多。只要我犯錯，身體毫不猶豫的給我教訓。

不舒服的背後一定有情緒，不快樂的背後一定有事件，不健康的背後一定有人事。這些，從未出現在醫病對話的內容裡。

這讓我想起那句老話：「老闆永遠是對的」，醫生不是病人的老闆，卻常以那樣的姿態示人。即便態度謙和，骨子裡仍背著專業的傲慢。

 

醫療真的是偉大的科學嗎？我幾乎用一生在探討這個問題，身上反骨的靈魂持續挑戰著我眼前的「真理」。

我的進修路早已給出答案，而世界仍熱衷於行銷那套違逆自然的職業，人們持續對它的崇尚執迷不悟。

我們一生都在犯錯，卻鮮少記錄或承認。而眼前這場「永不認錯的戲碼」，早已成為人類醫療史的縮影：開錯的刀、無效的處方、讓病人提早長眠的治療。

我那位朋友仍在接受手術後的手術，醫生沒有道歉，只是強調「還有需要繼續處理的部分」。這樣的劇情，是否似曾相識？

當年老天爺把我送進軍方醫院服役，就是要我親眼看清那份「專業的無能」，我的人生因此而大轉彎，促成我今天清晰的看見。

我犯過最大的錯，就是沒能阻止妻子去打那支致命的疫苗。時至今日，全球有多少醫護敢誠實承認那場疫苗搶購，製造了多少保險公司無法拒賠的死亡理賠？

每一份醫療紀錄，都源自身體誠實的回報。這不是我的個人控訴，而是全人類身體共同的投訴。

 

當身體出現異樣時，就康復的機率，你賭身體，還是賭醫療？

這不是用錢在賭，是用命在賭。

嚴格說來，我所謂的「賭注」從未存在，因為那一刻，九成的人會把命交給醫療。

真正的賭注，是在身體尚未出現異樣之前的選擇。

能提早認識自己的身體，才是穩贏的賭注。

 

（醫療是一種不確定的科學和講求可能性的藝術）

 

The Certain Bet

A friend of mine, after living with a pacemaker for a while, was informed by the hospital that a heart transplant had become available. Without much hesitation, he agreed.

When he first had the pacemaker surgery, I was filled with sorrow. In one of my classes, I told my students, “This is what I call a profession out of control.”
For those who place their faith in medicine, it is almost impossible to believe that the gut-brain-heart axis might hold the real key to heart failure.

My reflections lie in the genetic connection between mitochondria and gut microbiota — a relationship that carries the trace of evolution and the awakening of future human wellness.
As modern medicine insists on “treatment” as its only logic, from the perspective of trusting the body, both doctors and patients are floating in outer space — never giving the chance back to the single-celled organisms in the soil.

The “soil” within us is our gut, and it’s the bacteria living there that sustain the strength of our immune cells. Together, they form the foundation that fuels the brain with positive energy — a super balance system far beyond the comprehension of medical science.

The story always begins the same way: the doctor says, “You are sick,” while the body responds, “Let me handle it.”
But what the patient hears is only the silent agreement between doctor and mind: “You need treatment.”

Today, most people no longer believe in the body’s self-healing power.
They hand over the abnormalities caused by toxic accumulation to a system that never deals with toxins. Every patient is gambling — and each believes they’ve made the winning bet.

After the side effects of surgery surfaced one after another, that same friend began venting his anxiety and anger online.
I remained silent — not because I didn’t care, but because I knew he would never believe what I had to say.

“Trusting the body” sounds simple, yet for most people, it’s nearly impossible.
It’s like holding a fire extinguisher but still waiting for the fire department to arrive.

If “health” is a road home, then what I see before me are countless paths revealing the same truth: the more medicine one takes, the farther they are from home.
My conclusion is clear — the road home through medicine is far more difficult and obstructed than the one through the body itself.

Everyone wants to go home, but few truly find their way back.
Because most people try to bet on both sides — they gamble more on medicine than they trust their own body, and the odds of losing are devastatingly high.
I call this a luxury gamble because the direction was wrong from the start — even the doctors have no certainty.
This game called “medicine” has, from its very premise, strayed from the laws of nature.

For over seven years, I’ve divided my days into “fasting days” and “feeding days.”
This has been my long cultivation of complete trust in the body.
Once fasting became part of daily life, every message my body sent reinforced that trust.

Fasting is a secret path of deep interaction with the body — not only a refinement of physiology, but an ascension of the mind.
In my first year of fasting, I called it “a way to converse with the body.”
Nearly twenty years later, the body speaks to me far more than I speak to it. Whenever I err, the body wastes no time in teaching me a lesson.

Behind every discomfort lies emotion; behind every unhappiness lies an event; behind every illness lies a person or relationship.
Yet these truths never appear in doctor-patient conversations.

It reminds me of that old saying, “The boss is always right.”
Doctors aren’t the patients’ bosses, yet they often carry themselves as if they were. Even with a polite manner, there remains an arrogance buried in their professional spine.

Is medicine truly a great science?
I’ve spent nearly a lifetime exploring this question.
The rebellious soul within me keeps challenging the “truths” I see before me.
My years of study have already given me the answer — but the world continues to worship a profession that defies nature, blind to its own obsession.

We make mistakes all our lives, yet rarely record or admit them.
This ongoing “never-wrong performance” has become a mirror of medical history: mistaken surgeries, ineffective prescriptions, and treatments that hasten death.

My friend is still undergoing post-surgery surgeries. The doctor hasn’t apologized — only said, “There’s still more that needs to be done.”
Sounds familiar, doesn’t it?

When fate sent me to serve in a military hospital years ago, it was to let me witness firsthand the professional incompetence hidden beneath the white coat.
That experience turned my life in a new direction — toward the clarity I now live with.

The greatest mistake I’ve ever made was failing to stop my wife from taking that fatal vaccine.
Even now, how many medical professionals dare to admit how that global vaccine race led to countless deaths that insurance companies couldn’t refuse to pay for?

Every medical record is simply the body’s honest report — not my personal accusation, but humanity’s collective complaint through the language of the body.

When your body shows an abnormality, what will you bet on — the body, or medicine?
This isn’t a gamble of money; it’s a gamble of life.

Strictly speaking, my so-called “bet” doesn’t even exist — because at that moment, nine out of ten people will hand their life over to medicine.

The real bet happens before the body breaks down — in the choices we make when all seems fine.
To know your body early — that is the only bet you’ll ever surely win.