Merchant and doctor

Chapter 1797: Papers on TCM Treatment of Cancer

After returning to his residence, Bian Mu felt very tired. The examination-style treatment for Mr. Qiao had consumed a lot of energy. Unlike ordinary Chinese medicine treatments, this type of treatment is most likely to cause the disease. The two combined means double consumption, and after a whole day of hard work in the outpatient clinic, Bian Mu showed signs of physical exhaustion.

After taking a short rest on the sofa in the living room and changing clothes, Bian Mu went to the kitchen to cook some porridge in a casserole with millet, mung beans, red dates, white fungus, and shredded dried ginger in a ratio of 1:5, and simmered it over low heat.

There were some frozen buns in the refrigerator, which were sent by the old head nurse upstairs. They were stuffed with shepherd's purse, carrot and beef. She also set up a steamer on the stove and steamed seven or eight buns. She also washed the tomatoes in a small bowl and carried them all the way back to the living room with Bian Mu. She put the dumplings on the coffee table and ate while thinking about something.

The most urgent task was to find a way to finish all the chores at hand and concentrate all energy, manpower and material resources to come up with the formula of the "Detoxifying Ointment" first. At the same time, we also had to come up with the relevant preparation process manual.

For confidentiality reasons, the most core technical projects can only be completed by myself for now. The rest will be divided into several parts, which will be completed by sisters Duan Hongyi, Dong Yushan, Dong Yuhu, and herbal farmer Lao Pei. As for some of the intermediate links...if everything goes well, it will be more convenient to let Assistant Zhang take care of it.

As for Huang Boxi, Bian Mu hasn't made up his mind for the time being, so let's wait and see!

Just as I was thinking about it, the cell phone rang.

It turned out that the call was from the young male intern named Shang.

"Teacher Bian! Sorry to bother you. Is this bothering you?"

"It's okay. I'm just taking a break. What's the matter?"

"The three of us have worked together to draft a paper on the preliminary exploration of new directions in cancer treatment with Chinese medicine. It's not yet mature, and is just a compilation of some fragmentary thoughts. Could you please review it for me?" On the phone, the male intern named Shang suddenly mentioned a small exploratory paper on cancer treatment.

"Oh! Are you ready to publish it?" Bian Mu asked casually on the other end of the phone.

"No, no, I'm just trying to build a simple framework. Everything is still very immature. We originally planned to wait until our understanding of all aspects is more mature before writing it. Xiao Fan said that he was afraid of going in the wrong direction halfway, so it would be better to write as we go. If we make a mistake, we can turn back in time, so..."

"Wow! You have a very big ambition! Regarding cancer treatment... my level is very limited, and I'm afraid I can't provide much valuable advice." Bian Mu never considered himself a teacher, so he declined casually.

To be honest, Bian Mu actually always looked down on those three young interns. No matter how obedient they behaved or how proactive they were, he just looked down on them.

The reason is very simple: the three of them have never been on the right track.

In Bian Mu's opinion, these three young interns with excellent character and academic performance have never really grasped the essence of Chinese medicine. When he is in a good mood and has time, Bian Mu will give them some pointers from time to time. Unfortunately, these three have poor comprehension, and each of them has high aspirations, and they spend all day thinking about the glorious moment of making a big splash.

Not solid at all.

That’s not all, a major paper on Chinese medicine’s thinking on cancer treatment has been published.

It’s just that!

However, as the internship mentor of the three people, Bian Mu cannot discourage their enthusiasm. He still has to patiently go through the procedures for taking the job.

"They said... your ability has long exceeded the limit, but you are just being cautious, that's why you don't see cancer patients. If we change to other topics, it doesn't seem to be that difficult... so... if you are really too busy, you can do it later." On the phone, the male intern named Shang quickly explained.

Bian Mu was too lazy to waste words with him and responded casually: "Okay! Send it over and let me see." "Thank you, teacher!"

"You're welcome! According to the normal solar terms, the heat has been getting worse in the past few days. Starting tomorrow, you can go to Teacher Zhang to get some medicine. He knows the specific formula. The three of you can work hard to make some anti-heat soup. You can contact the community and ask them to send a few people to help us distribute it on the streets. The focus will be on traffic police, cleaners, takeaway drivers and other groups. We should still actively participate in social welfare activities."

"Okay, okay! Shall we start tomorrow?"

"You guys can make your own arrangements. If you need anything, just ask Sister Ye for it."

"Got it. I'll send the draft to your email now."

"Okay, you three work really hard, go to bed early!"

"Thank you for your concern. I won't bother you any more. Good night!" After saying that, the male intern named Shang hung up the phone.

Somewhat curious, Bian Mu went to the study, opened his laptop and checked his emails. The draft of the paper on cancer treatment with traditional Chinese medicine was listed.

After downloading the relevant attachments, he opened them and took a quick look... Bian Mu quickly realized that the document in front of him was quite profound and was most likely not written by the three young interns under him.

Taking a step back, even if it was drafted by those three young interns, there must have been experts behind the scenes who gave careful guidance.

Worried that the health-preserving porridge would be overcooked, Bian Mu went to the kitchen to check and felt that it was almost done, so he turned off both stoves, scooped a bowl of the health-preserving porridge and put it aside to cool, then took a large plate, picked up chopsticks, put all the buns in the steamer on the plate, and carried it back to the study.

Eating and reviewing...

On the surface, the draft of the paper was indeed quite well-written, but to a generous person like Bian Mu, it seemed a bit childish.

As a man of trust, Bian Mu should be loyal to the person who entrusted him with the task. He should at least approve a few review comments. After all, they were directly assigned by Professor Mi, and each of them must have some background.

Bian Mu created a small attachment along with the original manuscript and sent it over.

"Just reorganize your thoughts from a purely TCM perspective and rewrite it; then rewrite it from a purely Western medicine perspective. Where is the intersection of this article? Reorganize it into a text, and then clarify every concept that has the characteristics of combining TCM and Western medicine. If you really can't write it, just make up a translation. Do this a few times, and all the flaws in the paper will be exposed."

Bian Mu added another paragraph: "Also: write another article, expand all the academic flaws into dozens or hundreds of pages of text, and its quality will naturally emerge!"

Before I knew it, all the buns were eaten without even having time to savor the taste.

After turning off the computer, Bian Mu went to the kitchen and drank all the health porridge. After rinsing his mouth, Bian Mu put on a coat, changed his shoes, went downstairs for a walk, and the day passed.

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In the following days, Bian Mu compressed his outpatient clinic time to the lowest possible level, and went to the Xiaobai Building to do various drug sensitivity tests whenever he had time. For the sake of patent confidentiality, Bian Mu would bring his own experimental equipment as much as possible, and record relevant experimental data on paper forms as much as possible. Once he realized that the experimental results were basically formed, Bian Mu would immediately destroy all paper records.