Merchant and doctor

Chapter 1770: Qi Moves and Body Declines
After receiving a call from Bian Mu, Ms. Chang hurried to the ward more than ten minutes in advance to wait for Bian Mu to arrive. It can be seen that Ms. Chang, an important shareholder of "Yiyoukang", is indeed quite close to her nephew.

"Doctor Bian! I found two boxes of old ginseng at home. I'll keep this box for my child and please accept the other box. It's just a small gift, not a token of respect!" As soon as they met, without saying a word, Ms. Chang took out two boxes of old ginseng and handed them to Bian Mu.

She took a look at them coldly. The two boxes were quite old and the quantity was quite rare. She was in the pharmaceutical business and would definitely not collect fakes. Bian Mu was an expert in this area. After just a quick glance, Bian Mu estimated that the two boxes in front of her were worth at least four or five hundred thousand.

"Oh my! This gift is too expensive. I am just a child! I can't accept it. I really can't accept it! You are also from our industry. If I really accept it with a straight face, it will shorten my life! Please accept it first. Your nephew doesn't need it right now. You know the basic medical theory that a weak body cannot be supplemented!"

Hearing this, Ms. Chang couldn't help but show a somewhat sullen look on her face.

"I just heard in the past two days that you are also a famous pharmacist. Don't be ridiculous. I just got involved in the medical field by chance. I know almost nothing about pharmacology and medical theory. Only masters like you can bring back the dead with this kind of ginseng. Your parents must have worked very hard. You can use some of it and make some medicine for them to nourish them."

"Thank you, thank you! My parents are not very old, they don't need such precious medicinal materials for a while, I'm not being polite to you! This kind of treasure cannot be easily passed through other people's hands, it will damage the ginseng's spirit! Let's wrap it up and put it away first, you should keep it well later. If the ancestors bless you, your nephew will really get better slowly, and we can use more ginseng. I think the ginseng whiskers are enough for this quality. You can keep the other box first. If I really encounter some troubles in the future, I will come to your house to buy it at a high price. I'm not being polite! Please put it away quickly." His attitude was very firm, and Bian Mu refused to accept it.

Ms. Chang came from a scholarly family, and she was not used to the clichés of push and pull in the market. Seeing that Bian Mu was very determined, she could not insist on giving him a gift. She had no choice but to help Bian Mu pack the two boxes of old ginseng in special cloth bags and put them back into a leather travel bag.

There was a very young female nurse standing in the ward at that moment, so naturally there was nothing to be shy about between the two of them.

In front of the young nurse, Bian Mu filled out the forms one by one, instructed the young nurse to push a stainless steel treatment cart, tidied up, and prepared to give the young man named Chang a few injections.

Bian Mu had just given five injections and was in the middle of the sixth when more than a dozen doctors in white coats came in one after another, both men and women, young and old.

"Doctor Bian! I'm so sorry. My surname is Zhao. I'm from the Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine of our hospital. I heard that you are receiving treatment here. Our dean wants to arrange for us to come here to learn. I wonder if it will affect you?" A middle-aged male doctor who said his surname was Zhao took the initiative to step forward and explain.

"Your dean is too polite. It's okay. The patient looks seriously ill, but it's actually a special and difficult disease. Mr. Chang, do you mind if they come over to discuss it together?" Bian Mu spoke very politely, giving enough face to these colleagues in the industry. After all, Mr. Chang has some status, and even if he is the one who makes all the decisions on big and small matters right now, he still has to say hello to them.

"It doesn't matter! It's safer if we discuss it together! Please do as you please!" Mr. Chang has seen a lot of things, so he can still say a few polite words. Nodding slightly, Bian Mu continued to use the needle...

The male doctor surnamed Zhao winked at the crowd, and everyone gathered in a circle, quietly watching how the famous doctor, Bian, used a needle...

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With the help of two middle-aged female nurses, Bian Mu took a side-lying position and gave the male patient named Chang 30 injections, large and small, long and short, which looked quite complicated.

"Everyone is very busy, and the patient's family is also very concerned about the future development of the disease, so I won't be polite! This patient has been engaged in high-intensity physical exercise for many years. According to my understanding from various sources afterwards, the patient has actually reached the training intensity of professional athletes in some aspects. There is no way, he is born with it, he just likes it! Among them, the one that caused the most profound and greatest harm to him is wing suit flying. I believe you have often seen it in videos. He wears professional-grade wing suits for a long time and jumps from a height of several thousand meters to play that kind of extreme sport. The gas pressure inside and outside his body is far beyond what we ordinary people can imagine. I don’t know whether you are Western medicine practitioners or traditional Chinese medicine practitioners. I will just briefly explain the most common medical principles..." At this point, Bian Mu took off the rubber gloves on his left hand. In summer, his palms were full of sweat, and it was uncomfortable to wear them on his hands all the time.

"The patient has been engaging in high-altitude extreme sports for a long time. He has never practiced traditional martial arts, and he does not understand the guiding techniques in the sense of Chinese medicine. Therefore, he does not know the correct breathing method. Over time, the Qi system in his body has gradually become very disordered..." As he spoke, Bian Mu also made a few professional gestures and turned around to demonstrate to his colleagues in front of him.

The ward was quiet, and everyone listened attentively to Bian Mu's explanation. Those with less experience didn't even dare to breathe.

"As for him, it would be fine if he just tried wingsuit flying. At most he would just stay in bed for a while to recuperate, get rid of the extreme cold and yin energy he suffered from at high altitude, and replenish some yang energy, and he will slowly recover. It shouldn't be so serious. He has a wide range of hobbies, and wants to try all kinds of projects. The interesting thing is that he takes it very seriously once he starts. As a result, his energy shifted and his body weakened, which laid a serious and fatal hidden danger." As he spoke, Bian Muguan glanced at the patient to see if he had any special reaction at the moment.

Mr. Chang was waiting at the bedside, staring at his nephew, not daring to relax at all.

"Please see how well-developed the patient's muscles are. From the perspective of traditional Chinese medicine, the vital energy in his body has all been dispersed into those muscles, tendons and fascia. For example, it's a bit like the division of the feudal lords, with a little vital energy here and a little there. The harder he trains, the better the effect on his muscles, and the more dispersed the vital energy in his body. On this basis, the yang energy in his body is also forced to run around everywhere by the high-altitude cold. In addition, the patient has the habit of long-term long-distance morning and night running. Over time, the more he persists and the more he pays attention to it, the more severe the coldness accumulated in his body. The vital energy, yang energy, and cold air... pull and force each other, and slowly, the qi in his body is divided into more than a dozen units, which don't communicate with each other much, and an extremely rare gas barrier is formed at the junction. That day, because of a minor illness like a cold, it collapsed all of a sudden! He went into shock on the spot." After explaining here, Bian Mu felt a little tired. He gestured to everyone and found a seat and sat down.

Upon hearing the unprecedented pathological analysis, the ward fell silent for a moment.