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A Visit with Dr. Wang

By Sam Yard
I enter the treatment room, to find Dr. Wang standing in the middle, looking gentle yet powerful in a black martial arts outfit. The bright and airy wooden structure which he has built as a treatment room in his backyard is simple but elegant, and imparts a sense of serenity. Much attention has been spent on arranging the feng shui, and the positioning of plants and mirrors in various spaces combine to produce an overall feeling of alignment. It is difficult to take my eyes off of the doctor himself as he motions toward his table and I lay myself out in front of him.

The treatment is short, about 15 minutes, as it is only a demonstration. He directs my breathing, asks me simple questions and reports about the state of my body. “You have a lot of acid… but good energy… your ovaries are okay… but your liver is suffering, too much acid.” He presses into my tissue, my organs, deep, and the burning is as he says, surrounding my liver. He cracks my back and neck, communicating to me where the problems are, the possible injuries.

Some of Dr. Wang’s techniques are familiar to me and my understanding of Chinese medicine, like taking my pulse, and probing into specific points along the meridians of my body. But most of his treatment is new and intense, the pain almost unbearable, but safe, because I trust him. A couple of times he pulls at the skin on my breastbone, lifting my torso slightly off the table.

He pushes his nail into my fingertips and presses against my tailbone. “The indicator,” he explains, pressing on my coccyx, “is not in the correct place.” He quietly reads the language of my body, and then relays to me its complaints, making adjustments along the way.

Standing up after the treatment is like occupying the body of another person. My feet root themselves to the ground and the throbbing I have come to expect in my back is not there. Dr. Wang begins discussing the food that I should eat, and I listen carefully to his prescriptions, by now having complete confidence in his understanding of my ailments.
Within a few minutes, as I listen, tears start silently welling up and pouring from my eyes. I laugh with embarrassment at the impropriety of my outburst. He just looks me in the eyes and calmly explains that my liver is opening up, releasing those tears. I suspect they also might be tears of joy-it has been years since I felt this good.

Before I leave, Dr. Wang looks me in the eye and tells me that when I am ready for a very big change, I should come to see him.

“I will turn you into a warrior,” he promises.

Contact Information:
Doctor Wang Hong
Authentic Chinese Tibetan Bodywork
749 27th Street, San Francisco, CA

I Will Turn You Into A Warrior

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