Merchant and doctor

Chapter 1201 Sickness
The color is mainly purple-red, and the three areas specially designated by Bian Mu are purple with black, and black with purple. Anyone who studies medicine can guess that the condition is quite serious after just a few glances.

“Wow! How many years of accumulation will this take?!” Director Wang asked softly.

"If we observe visually... it's been at least once every ten years. You Western doctors have tests, but actually, we Chinese doctors have them too. We'll know after we do a test." As he spoke, Bian Mu placed the treatment tray in his hand on the small square table next to him and went to get the necessary items.

After all the relevant equipment was prepared, Bian Mu returned again.

"Doctor Mu! We will try to be gentle. If you can bear it, bear it. If you can't bear it, just show it. It's okay. There are no outsiders here today. There is nothing to be afraid of." Bian Mu warned in advance.

"It's okay! I heard that your technique is very advanced, so it probably won't hurt too much. Just go ahead and do it, it's okay!" Doctor Mu was feeling very comfortable at the moment, but after Bian Mu's reminder, although he said it was okay, something in his heart suddenly became tense.

Bian Mu has always had a sharp eye. At that time, he noticed that Doctor Mu's scalp had begun to tighten slightly. He couldn't help laughing in his heart. Bian Mu felt at that time that this Doctor Mu in front of him was probably a mama's boy before he got married.

No matter how much they laughed at him, they were in the same industry after all, so Bian Mu naturally had to consider his face. At the same time, he also had to make the sampling needle as gentle as possible.

Bian Mu chose a kind of extremely fine needle called "Niu Mang" and used three needles in total, with exactly the same size and specifications. If it weren't for the fact that the outer layer of the needle was coated with a layer of gold and it was shining, Director Wang of the Ophthalmology Department would not be able to tell that Bian Mu was using needles at all.

"I know quite a bit about Chinese medicine, but I've never seen the kind of needles he used. It seems like he's much better than what people say about him. He's really extraordinary!" Director Wang, who was watching from the sidelines, thought to himself.

Invisibly, Director Wang's awe of Bian Mu increased a little more.

Bian Mu used the ejection force of his right thumb and middle finger to eject the "Niu Mang" needle. Soon, the three gold needles formed an equilateral triangle, which was so small that it could not be noticed without careful observation.

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Bian Mu inserted nine similar equilateral micro triangles in total, three groups of three in total. Then, Bian Mu selected three long needles, which were slightly hollow in the middle, and inserted and pulled out the needles very quickly. Each needle was accurately inserted into the center of the three regular triangles... This was considered a successful sampling.

Looking at Doctor Mu again, it was over without feeling anything at all.

"It doesn't hurt, right?" Director Wang was a female doctor after all, so she couldn't help but ask Doctor Mu with concern.

"I hardly felt anything, just like... being gently pricked by an eggplant pod. How? Is that the end?!" Doctor Mu asked in surprise, lying on his back.

"It's okay now. Doctor Bian is verifying the reagents and medicines right now. It seems to be different from our Western medicine." Director Wang responded softly.

"At the barber shop, the barber told me that I had a scalp disease and it was quite serious. Alas! I didn't feel anything unusual before. Doctor Bian is so amazing!" Dr. Mu praised sincerely.

"Of course not! Is it hot?"

"Not really. It's quite comfortable. If it weren't for the acupuncture sampling, I would have fallen asleep by now." Doctor Mu responded with a smile.

Seeing that Bian Mu's diagnosis was becoming more and more accurate, Director Wang felt much more relieved.

After finishing the examination, Bian Mu waved to Director Wang from a distance.

"If you can sleep, please sleep for a while." After saying that, Director Wang stood up and walked to the bedside to get a small towel blanket and put it on Doctor Mu's stomach.

Director Wang walked quickly to Bian Mu and asked with concern: "What's the result?"

"The lesions in his body have been formed for at least 15 years, and he has only been married for a few years, right! It seems that the discord between them has only aggravated the condition. The root of the disease is still in his original family. In addition, his eating habits should be quite bad, high in salt, sugar, spicy... 20% of them are in him. Let's put it this way, in the past years, he has hardly eaten any light, delicious, and nutritious food. It is hard to imagine what a confused elder his biological mother is. Alas! Indulging a child is like killing a child. It actually happened to him in this form. He is really pitiful." Speaking softly, Bian Mu couldn't help but shook his head. "Is it easy to cure?!"

"Try to cure him. Talk to him more often, especially in the morning and evening. He must eat light meals and stick to normal human meals. In addition, smoking and drinking are strictly prohibited. He must not touch them within ten years." As he spoke, Bian Mu began to disinfect and dispose of medical waste.

"I will remind him. I should say something that I shouldn't say. From the perspective of maintaining the hospital...should I listen to Teacher Mi and fire him? That is, not renewing his contract when it expires..." Suddenly realizing something, Director Wang seemed to mutter a few words to herself. Of course, she mainly wanted to discuss this with Bian Mu.

He nodded gently and naturally, but immediately shook his head.

"We Chinese medicine practitioners have our own independent and complete special system for judging people. How should I put it? Judging from his current illness, he is really pitiful! It is not convenient for us to add insult to injury, right?!" Bian Mu lowered his voice again and responded kindly.

"Well... that's not what I meant. Teacher Mi was right from the beginning. How about... suspending his surgical qualifications for a while?"

"Let's piece together his annual leave! During the treatment, it is indeed inconvenient for him to go on the operating table. In addition, I will talk to Professor Mi. Don't worry, I will try my best to get him another year of probation. I hope that after he recovers from his illness, he will try his best to correct his attitude and start a new life! It can also be regarded as giving himself a chance."

"Become a new person? Is it that serious?"

"Subconsciously, he has a dark side in terms of psychological self-construction, which probably stems from his original family... In layman's terms, he probably has a pretty badass mother!"

"Oh... I see! Try to help him as much as you can! It's been extremely difficult for him to get to where he is today..."

"Of course not! If it weren't for your kindness, I wouldn't necessarily be willing to put in so much effort. You know what? If we treat patients like him, we might even get sick. You should have heard about this before!"

"I know, I know! I originally thought it was a superstition, but later... I saw it more often and I knew what was going on. Fortunately, you are so upright and calm!"

"That's only one aspect. The key is still the advantage of being young. Fortunately, I practiced diligently and have accumulated some basic skills. Otherwise, I really wouldn't dare to take on this kind of job!"

"Thank you so much, so much! To be honest, you are the only one who can handle such a huge city like Lijin. Sigh! I am sorry for the trouble!"

"You're welcome! Come on! Give me a hand, let's apply the ointment on him. It's not easy for him." As he spoke, Bian Mu and Director Wang went to apply the ointment to Doctor Mu.

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After seeing off the two doctors, Mu and Wang, Bian Mu felt a little tired. He drank two cups of hot tea, sat on the sofa, picked up his phone, and finally transferred 50 yuan to the female cashier in the supermarket as a treat for her to have a cup of milk tea.

Not long after, the female cashier sent a short message back.

"You are so arrogant, Boss! Where do you make your fortune? Your salary is not low, right?"

"Just making ends meet, about the same as you!" Bian Mu replied on his phone.

"Tsk! Just coax the kids! I'll treat you to a barbecue some other day!"

"Okay! This rain won't last for a while, so be safe when you go out! Let's make an appointment when the weather clears up!"

"OK!"

"Bye!" After replying to the message, Bian Mu sat there with his eyes closed and rested.