Merchant and doctor

Chapter 1776: Bianmen established and Cenmen abandoned
The high-end wheelchair has a built-in stair climbing function. Bian Mu and Luo Zhanqi carefully half-lifted and half-protected Cen Songxue to the small reception room on the third floor.

Knowing that Cen Songxue was very concerned about his reputation, Bian Mu simply greeted him for a while. In the end, only Bian Mu, Liang Xiangyin, Nie Yawen, Pang Yuxi and others were left in the small reception room. There was only one grandson left in the Cen family, who was about 27 or 28 years old, well-mannered and hardly spoke. In addition, there was also a female disciple of the Cen sect, who was in her early 40s and looked very smart.

Nurse Ye and the others all went downstairs to do their own things.

When the grandson of the Cen family helped to take off the sunglasses worn by Cen Songxue, Bian Mu and others could not help but be secretly surprised.

My goodness, Cen Songxue's entire left face has become extremely dark, and the right side of his face has become even paler. The black and white contrast is enough to scare anyone who sees it.

Thin! The old man's face was so thin that he was almost skin and bones. What happened? !

His heart was suddenly filled with compassion, and Bian Mu felt a little regretful for manipulating Mr. Cen in this way.

"You are... I am so sorry! I was vain for a moment... I shouldn't have made you make this trip. I was rude, I hope Mr. Cen will forgive me!" Bian Mu walked forward quickly and apologized sincerely.

"Hey... the side gate is established, the Cen gate is abandoned! The old rules... nothing... they are young... cough... cough... the old rules have long been forgotten... who is this?" After all, Cen Songxue is a big man who has been famous for many years. Although he is seriously ill, his energy and spirit have never dissipated. Liang Xiangyin is not an ordinary person after all. When he stands there, he exudes a certain special character everywhere, and anyone with a discerning eye can still feel it.

"Brother Cen, how are you? Liang Xiangyin! Times have changed, you may not remember us!" Liang Xiangyin took the initiative to step forward and exchanged a few words of greeting.

Upon hearing this, Cen Songxue involuntarily clenched the walking stick in his hand tightly. If he hadn't been too exhausted, he would have tried to sit up straight and look carefully at the old man in front of him.

"You... I haven't seen you for many years... Listen... you seem to be weak... It's not easy to survive in the martial arts world..." It was okay, Cen Songxue finally recognized Liang Xiangyin and forced himself to respond with a few words.

"Time is merciless! It's fate that you and I meet again here. You're not in good spirits, so the less you say, the better. Let's just listen to Xiao Bian!"

"Well...thank you all for your help!" After saying that, Cen Songxue's eyes became much more peaceful.

"Well... I'd like to take your pulse, junior!" After saying that, Bian Mu moved a small stool to the wheelchair and sat there to take Cen Songxue's pulse.

Push, press, support, smooth, guide... Bian Mu used his best skills naturally and observed carefully for a long time...

"The Pyloric Resurrection Method, every move is like wielding a sword, you're treating me like a dead person... Good boy! You mixed the techniques of martial medicine and Taoist medicine together... Where did you learn all this?!" Cen Songxue was secretly surprised and immediately became alert. For a moment, his pulse changed suddenly.

Bian Mu couldn't help but look up at Cen Songxue, smiled at him and said nothing.

When an expert reaches out his hand, even gods cannot hide! In just a moment, between the flick of a finger, Bian Mu has demonstrated seven pulse-taking skills in succession. If Cen Songxue had not experienced it himself, he would never have believed it.

According to Cen Songxue's understanding, each of the pulse-taking skills that Bian Mu was showing now required at least ten years of intensive practice, and that required a very intelligent person. Seven skills?! All together, it would take at least 70 years, right?! Even if he had learned it since his mother's womb, and his talent was extremely high, it would take at least thirty years, so by now, Bian Mu must be at least fifty, right?!
Cen Songxue was so surprised that he couldn't help but break out in sweat on his back.

"Master Cen! We are all not strangers, you should relax quickly, otherwise, if you hurt your soul again, it will be difficult for me and Master Nie to explain afterwards." As he spoke, Bian Mu took out a glass medicine bottle from the pocket of his white coat and handed it to the female disciple of the Cen Sect who was accompanying him. "Just one pill! Take it under the tongue!" Without saying anything more, Bian Mu continued to take Cen Songxue's pulse.

The female disciple was naturally an expert as well. She carefully disinfected her palms with the hand disinfectant placed next to her, then poured out a small pill, examined it carefully, and then put it under her nose and sniffed it.

Without saying anything, the female disciple looked at her teacher for a few seconds, waiting for his instructions.

Cen Songxue did not hesitate at all and nodded gently to his favorite student.

The female disciple casually put the glass medicine bottle into her pocket, and together with the grandson of the Cen family, carefully put the small pill into Cen Songxue's mouth. Cen Songxue cooperated very well and took the pill sublingually.

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"Mr. Cen! I'm going to give you two heavy injections first. But I have to make it clear to you that when you wake up from the injections later, you may go into brief shock. Can you, your family, and your disciples accept this?" Bian Mu smiled and asked for the opinions of the Cen family.

"A dying person has no choice! Just let go... just inject it without worry... cough... if anything goes wrong along the way... that's my fate... Old Nie has said it all recently... it's okay..." Summoning himself, Cen Songxue responded vaguely with a pill under his tongue. They were far away, so the other people accompanying him could hardly hear what he was saying.

"This... do you two want to go downstairs and discuss it with everyone? It would be best... to issue a waiver agreement. Mr. Cen's condition is much more serious than I thought. After all, I have limited medical experience, so..." Out of caution, Bian Mu had already said it beforehand and finally discussed it with the Cen family in front of him.

"Master...this..." The female disciple of Cen Sect was also a little worried, and solemnly sought Cen Songxue's opinion.

The grandson of the Cen family had little life experience and didn't know what to say at the moment. Bian Mu guessed that the grandson in front of him was probably not very knowledgeable in medicine and might have already changed his career to seek better opportunities!

"Things have come to this, there is no other choice! There are some things...you don't understand...just listen to him...cough...cough..." Cen Songxue's mind was not confused at all.

At this time, Dr. Liang walked slowly forward.

"Brother Cen! Can I be your guarantor so that the children don't worry?"

"Then I'll be in trouble. Senior Situ's skill of bringing the dead back to life is truly... truly... unrivaled in the world... With you by my side, I can... hold on for three to five months... Let's do this..."

Hearing this, Bian Mu took out two heavy needles that had been prepared in advance. They were called needles, but in fact they looked more like scalpels. When these needles came out, the two accompanying caregivers from the Cen family were really scared.

I've never seen a needle used like this, what are you doing?! Bleeding?!

After calming down, Bian Mu decisively injected a needle into Cen Songxue's philtrum...