Merchant and doctor

Chapter 1503 Anorexia

At 15:08 in the afternoon at "Bian's Clinic", Bian Mu was sitting there taking the pulse of a junior high school boy when the cell phone on the examination table vibrated a few times.

Bian Mu felt the patient's pulse calmly and ignored him.

It is the first semester of the second year of junior high school. The boy is very handsome, thin, with big eyes, double eyelids, and clear eyes, but his gaze is slightly flickering. He is dressed very elegantly and it is obvious that he is a child from a wealthy family.

My parents came with me, and Nurse Ye specifically added two points: both parents have doctoral degrees and are special doctors.

The so-called special diagnosis means that it goes beyond the categories of regular outpatient diseases. However, large-scale tertiary hospitals have added new types of outpatient clinics in recent years. In traditional Chinese medicine, they are generally classified as difficult and complicated diseases.

In a broad sense, this type of disease is not considered a disease in most people's minds. At most, it can be barely called a normal adolescent complex adaptive disorder.

According to Nurse Ye's original intention, she would have rejected the case directly. However, the boy's mother was eloquent and her family sounded extraordinary. Nurse Ye also wanted to maintain a good reputation for the clinic, so she finally added a special consultation. In this regard, Nurse Ye has always protected Bian Mu and did not want him to take the risk of misdiagnosis or bad reputation.

The so-called symptoms of this boy are relatively mild: studying, living, playing games... no matter what he does, he always seems absent-minded and can't concentrate. Since entering junior high school, he has barely passed all the subjects. He has no special skills in music, sports, and art. He is mediocre, quiet, and lacks ambition...

It can be seen that the boy's parents are extremely disappointed with him.

"When you were a child, I mean before elementary school, around the time you started kindergarten, did you like drawing?" Bian Mu asked softly and kindly.

The boy smiled calmly, shook his head slightly and said nothing.

"Then... let's change the angle. Do you hate painting?" Bian Mu continued to ask, still in that soft and gentle tone.

The boy still had the same expression as before, shook his head slightly and said nothing.

"Okay! I'll draw some lines on a blank piece of medical record paper. You draw what I draw simultaneously and try to keep it consistent with me. Do you mind?" As he spoke, Bian Mu prepared two sets of geometric writing tools.

Bian Mu had a plastic ruler, a carbon HB pencil, and a pair of very professional compasses on his hands. In front of the boy, Bian Mu placed a compass, made of plastic, with a ruler engraved with scales on one side, which could be used as a ruler. Although it was made of plastic, it was also a professional compass with a high degree of professionalism. Bian Mu had taken it from Qian Xiaotong's office a few days ago. It was very sensitive and had excellent directional properties.

The pencil and the circle are exactly the same.

The boy nodded slightly, but this time, the smile on his face faded quietly. Judging from his eyes, the boy seemed a little annoyed.

After all, he was born into an intellectual family, so he was able to observe the most basic etiquette.

Bian Mu casually drew a straight line, seemingly casually, but in fact, he deliberately drew it 6 cm long. Strictly speaking, it is a line segment with a beginning and an end.

The boy immediately imitated and drew a line, but he drew it very casually. The beginning of the line was fine, very straight, but the last stroke was a little bit raised. Not to mention the length, the last black line was also slightly "warped" and you couldn't see it if you didn't look carefully.

casual!

This was what happened during the first test, and Bian Mu tried his best to be very friendly. Obviously, it didn't work, as the little boy had already started to reject him.

Bian Mu stared at the not-quite-straight black line and estimated it to be a little over 4CM long, definitely less than 6CM.

The compass used by the boy was larger in size and could easily draw a standard straight line segment of 10CM in length.

In other words, the boy didn't even check whether what Bian Mu drew was a straight line or a line segment with a beginning and an end. As for how long the line segment was, he had no interest in it at all. Bian Mu had already mastered the professional skill of keeping an eye on all directions, and it was obvious that the boy had no interest in the compass in his hand either.

There was a deeper meaning behind Bian Mu's choice of that compass. Considering the age of the boy in front of him, he would generally be very interested in high-quality compasses. After all, online games, especially war games and fantasy games that boys generally like, will be equipped with high-quality compasses. In terms of appearance, the compass in front of him is highly similar to the compass in 3D games.

Bian Mu suddenly felt full of sympathy for the boy in front of him.

With a smile, Bian Mu then drew a vertex angle composed of two rays, about 30 degrees, an acute angle, a vertex, and two lines.

The boy looked up at Bian Mu, and drew a top angle in the same way, about 30 degrees, an acute angle. This time it was okay, a little more serious than the last time.

Next, Bian Mu used a compass to establish a standard rectangular coordinate system with the origin and three axes of X, Y, and Z.

The boy was stunned for a moment. Bian Mu drew very quickly, and he really didn't pay attention to how he moved the compass. For a moment, he seemed a little flustered.

Fortunately, he was relatively calm. After thinking for a while, he first drew a cross coordinate, and casually wrote a "0" as the coordinate origin with the pencil in his hand. He picked up the compass and tried to draw a few times. Finally, he imitated Bian Mu to add the Z coordinate indicator line. He didn't understand the subsequent drawing traces. He spent a long time randomly patching them together according to his imagination from beginning to end. Fortunately, there were not too many missing icons and symbols on the paper.

The boy's parents are highly educated and they can tell at a glance that what their precious son is drawing is not a three-dimensional coordinate system at all, but is just a blind imitation.

However, they also noticed that Bian Mu was quite professional in drawing, which was something an ordinary Chinese medicine doctor could never do.

Without caring about Dr. Bian's intellectual background, the two of them frowned in disappointment at their son's poor performance.

What a shame!
"The three-dimensional coordinate diagram I drew has gone beyond the junior high school ruler and compass construction curriculum. You have made it look quite realistic with just a casual drawing. Not bad! There are some things... I need to talk to you for a while. If you mind, we can talk another day." Bian Mu didn't want to force the little boy, and this was also a diagnostic test method.

"Anyway, I've already taken half a day off, and I still have to memorize the lessons when I go back. Your drawing is better than our teacher's... It doesn't matter, just continue! It doesn't matter anyway..." The little boy revealed a somewhat cynical expression.

After hearing and seeing this, Bian Mu felt a lot more relieved.

"I usually like to think about abacus. Sometimes, my brain can't think straight, so I have to use diagrams to reduce the difficulty of thinking. Have you heard of abacus?" Bian Mu followed up on the previous conversation and shifted the topic to abacus.

The little boy smiled calmly and shook his head slightly.

Bian Mu usually likes to do logical deductions with real objects. The set of copper abacus chips at home is not easy to come by, and it is difficult to complete the set if one or two pieces are missing. Therefore, he also has a set of simple abacus chips in the clinic. They are made of wood, such as rosewood, and are long and thin. They are also very useful.

Bian Mu opened the drawer and took out two small bundles. He handed one of the bundles to the little boy to see his reaction.

The little boy acted rather indifferent. He picked up two or three sticks politely, fiddled with them for a while, and then lost interest.

"Let's stop here for today! Next time, if mom and dad want to bring you over to talk to me, if you are really willing to come, we can continue the chat. If you are really not interested, don't force yourself." Bian Mu smiled and gave the boy a few instructions.

"Thank you, Dr. Bian! I'll go back first." After saying that, the little boy stood up and left without even saying goodbye to his parents.

"It seems that he lacks interest, but actually... there are some things I need to think about further. You two should hurry up and follow me! There are many residents in the community, and sometimes it is inevitable that cars will run around. Don't hit the children again." Bian Mu stood up and saw the little boy's parents off.

Upon hearing this, the two of them hurriedly said something polite to Bian Mu and hurried out of the door.

Bian Mu picked up the phone and took a look. He was quite surprised to find that the call was from the female director of the Huikang Hospital office.