Merchant and doctor

Chapter 1796: Each Prepares His Own

When doctors treat patients, it is inevitable that they will touch upon certain taboos of the patients and their families. This is unavoidable, and both doctors and patients can only accept it calmly. Objectively speaking, there is no way to avoid it and they can only negotiate calmly and amicably.

however……

The overall quality of individual doctors varies greatly, and patients and their families are even more unpredictable and varied. Therefore, when treating some special diseases, the attending physicians often have many concerns, and they inevitably have to think over and over again when formulating specific medical plans.

Bian Mu is naturally no exception.

In his opinion, Mr. Qiao's daughter's expectations for her father's future health should be vague, which overlapped with Mr. Qiao's own subjective wishes but did not completely coincide. As for what Mr. Qiao's wife thought, it was even more complicated. Three people, three versions of treatment goals, so... whose ultimate opinion should Bian Mu follow? !

Anyone can guess that Mr. Qiao's wife has been in charge of the Qiao family for many years, and everyone has always lived in peace. At least, that's how the situation appears on the surface.

Bian Mu planned to treat it thoroughly for a while, and he would have to break something in the future. If so, would that Madam Qin recognize him? !

Before Bian Mu came in, the Qiao family had lived in harmony for many years. Who wouldn't be envious of their relatives and friends? ! As a result, once the treatment plan was proposed, what if it caused chaos in the Qiao family... Why did Bian Mu come? !
Therefore, Bian Mu often pondered a medical ethics issue that troubled him for a long time: What is the ultimate goal of medical treatment? ! Which core gains and losses should be respected? !

Mrs. Mai was absolutely right. Mr. Qiao had always been in weak health. If he was not absolutely sure, Bian Mu would not dare to make a treatment plan on his own.

even……

At this moment, thinking carefully about Mrs. Mai’s original words, Bian Mu even suspected that there was something else behind Mrs. Mai’s words!
Weak?! How weak?!

After a moment of silence, Mr. Qiao said in a steady tone: "I have never seen a second young person as mature as you. My social circle may be relatively narrow. I am not exposed to as much as you are in the daily life of the city. Some things are beyond words. Let me plan carefully. Isn't this a bit like demolishing an old house?! Is it better for everyone to maintain the status quo? Or is it more ideal to remove the sun and welcome the new? Of course, it is not impossible to make some repairs, right?"

Hearing this, Bian Mu was happy.

"You are a wise man. That's basically what I mean. We should take a long-term view. No matter what, your wife is smart after all. It is definitely much easier for her to handle some things than ordinary people. As long as the method is appropriate, things will be better if we take it slow. No matter what, after accompanying you for so many years, I guess she has done a good job in managing the family and outside. I believe that you have also made great achievements in academia and all aspects. We shouldn't destroy their achievements with one blow, right?!" Bian Mu smiled and persuaded the old man.

Hearing this, Mr. Qiao was happy.

"That's right, that's right! Are you married?"

"not yet."

"It doesn't look like that. Compared to you, my colleagues and students are much more immature. No wonder the academic community has always regarded Chinese medicine as the essence of Chinese studies. I have learned a lot from you!"

"Oh! I'm so unworthy of this. Please don't say that. Now that you're here, I'll do a few small treatments. This treatment is actually a kind of in-depth test to see how far your illness has progressed." Bian Mu said with a smile.

"Thanks a lot!"

"You're welcome, it's my duty!" As he spoke, Bian Mu took out a small alcohol spray bottle from the small backpack on the table and disinfected his hands for a long time.

For some reasons, neither Bian Mu nor Mr. Qiao invited the Qiao family's relatives and friends to come and help. Of course, Tao Wenjie, as an outsider, was not considered.

Bian Mu got up and found some sofa cushions from somewhere else, then walked to Mr. Qiao's side and put them under his lower back.

"Please try to sit up straight, with the Baihui point facing the sky. Yes, this is the point. You might as well imagine it. After all, you are old. We need to borrow some energy from the sky. How can we do that? Touch the 'Baihui point' on the top of your head with the tip of your tongue lightly against the upper palate. Yes, saliva will gradually form in your mouth. You can swallow it naturally. Yes, sit up straight and stretch your shoulders back as much as possible. Yes! Good! Put your hands on your dantian. Yes! Cross your hands with your palms overlapping, facing your navel. Yes, be natural and relax! Let your feet naturally find a fulcrum that feels more powerful. It doesn't necessarily have to be shoulder-width apart. It's okay as long as you feel naturally comfortable. The sofa in your home is made properly and the height is just right." As he spoke, Bian Mu used his internal energy and gently placed the palm of his right hand on the Baihui point on Mr. Qiao's head and gently rotated it for a while.

After a while, Bian Mu switched to the palm of his left hand and continued to perform the treatment of rotating and lifting the qi. …

After repeating this process over and over again, Mr. Qiao gradually felt as if he was in the midst of nature. His mind was clear and he felt extremely comfortable.

Feeling that it was about time, Bian Mu slowly withdrew his internal energy.

No matter how you look at it, Mr. Qiao is not one of his formal patients. It is not worth wasting his internal energy on him. Besides, Bian Mu knows nothing about the internal relationships of the Qiao family. So he just accepts it.

Who can predict what will happen in the future?
Then, Bian Mu gently tapped the "Si Shen Cong" acupoints on Mr. Qiao's head a few times. To outsiders, Bian Mu's tapping was just like children playing around and tapping each other's foreheads. In fact, it was a very advanced TCM treatment method, and ordinary professional TCM doctors, especially those from an academic background, could not do it.

……

"Well! Not bad. You still have some energy. I guess you lived a very pampered childhood. To be honest, I really have to thank your mother!" After saying that, Bian Mu removed all the sofa cushions behind Mr. Qiao.

Inadvertently, Bian Mu noticed that Mr. Qiao's eyes were filled with sadness, perhaps he was recalling something sad.

Without having time to pay too much attention to Mr. Qiao's emotional fluctuations, Bian Mu was ready to say goodbye.

"Your actual condition is slightly better than I originally expected. As for the specific treatment... I will have to discuss it with other teachers later. Besides, your family's situation... right! Both sides have to make corresponding preparations. In addition, Chinese medicine has always been about fate, and some things really cannot be forced." Bian Mu explained implicitly.

"I understand, I understand! Whether to cure or not is 90% up to me. I already have the technology, and the other 10% is up to you! I don't need to thank you for your kindness. I've dealt with the mess at home myself. If the time is right, I'll come to seek medical treatment."

After hearing this, Bian Mu felt much more relieved.

"That's great. It's convenient for everyone. I'll take my leave now. See you again if we have the chance!" After saying that, he packed up the things he had with him and asked Tao Wenjie to go downstairs.

The younger daughter of the Qiao family accompanied the two to the parking lot. She was very sensible and did not ask any questions. She just handed the two gift bags to Tao Wenjie, said a few polite words, and then went back to her parents' home.

As soon as she got in the car, Tao Wenjie opened the two gift bags and identified them.

"This one belongs to me, and this is yours!" As she said this, Tao Wenjie threw the red gift bag to the passenger seat and handed the sky blue gift bag to Bian Mu.

She weighed it casually and found it was quite heavy. Bian Mu didn't bother to be polite with her. He just smiled and took it.

Along the way, Tao Wenjie asked a few questions casually, and Bian Mu replied that the disease could be cured, but both the doctor and the patient had to be prepared, and the extent of the subsequent treatment would depend entirely on God's will.

Tao Wenjie was very happy and thanked him several times. Suddenly, she mentioned that she would accompany Bian Mu to look at a few houses one day. As long as Bian Mu liked one, she would take care of the specific purchasing matters.

"I'm still very poor right now. Buying a house is a technical job. I should definitely go and take a look. I'll just take it as an opportunity to learn from you. I won't take care of the purchase."

"Don't say that. Go over there and take a look around first."

"Okay!" Bian Mu replied with a smile.

The evening breeze was cool. Looking at the picturesque street scene outside the car window, Bian Mu was thinking about working out the ointment formula as soon as possible. The Bian family should really consider buying a decent house in the city.