Merchant and doctor

Chapter 1821 The Wayward Young Master Pan
That evening, a light drizzle was falling from the sky. The summer heat was gradually dissipating, and the air was filled with a fresh, sweet scent. As the streetlights came on and night deepened, Lijin City was bound to be congested again...

"Xin G20" Traditional Chinese Medicine Clinic.

Sitting idly by the window, I took a shower and drank some plain water while browsing through several resumes. As the clinic's reputation grew, quite a few pharmacists applied for the job, both online and offline.

To help the curator, Nurse Ye and Zhang Jinsi had already sifted through the materials several times beforehand, and only 11 copies were passed to Bian Mu at this point.

According to Bian Mu's original intention, he planned to hire a female pharmacist, around 35 years old, with a normal marital status, and preferably whose child had passed the breastfeeding period. In his view, a pharmacist with these qualifications could work with peace of mind and not be thinking about things outside of her job duties from time to time.

Nowadays, "Xin G20" Traditional Chinese Medicine Clinic does not need enterprising talents; maintaining the status quo is sufficient. Of course, the more proficient an individual is in their professional skills, the better.

After flipping through the list, Bian Mu found a female pharmacist he could consider meeting.

30 years old, divorced, with a daughter who just started elementary school. It seems the child lives with her! She has a bachelor's degree, a five-year formal pharmacy major, a year of internship at a public hospital, and three or four years of work experience at a private hospital. Moreover, she changed hospitals in between. Her work resume looks quite simple.

My hometown is Hailing City, a prefecture-level city in a neighboring province. It is an ancient city with a relatively developed agricultural economy but low profile.

Judging from the photos, she is quiet and gentle, which seems to fit the medical culture of our institution.

Bian Mu plans to meet with the female pharmacist tomorrow at noon, together with Nurse Ye and Zhang Jinsi. Bian Mu will host the meeting, and if nothing unusual is found, the four of them can discuss the matter over the lunch table and make a decision.

In recent months, the number of customers queuing up to get their medicine and have it dispensed has been increasing day by day. The pharmacy is working too hard, and the monthly turnover has far exceeded everyone's expectations. Unconsciously, the pharmacy's revenue is becoming an increasingly large proportion, which is much beyond Bian Mu's expectations. Zhang Jinsi must arrange a capable assistant by his side.

Just as I was pondering this, my phone rang. It was Bi Shaoxiong calling.

"He's efficient, replying so quickly?!" Thinking this, Bian Mu quickly answered the phone.

"The thing you're talking about is indeed in his hands, but... he made a condition that sounds a bit strange. I told him about it then and made our relationship clear to him, but unexpectedly, the young master's bad habits resurfaced, so I couldn't say anything more. Do you want to hear what conditions he proposed?"

Hearing this, Bian Mu had a pretty good idea of ​​what was going on.

"Tell me about it!" On the other end of the phone, Bian Mu replied casually, not taking it too seriously.

"He said...it's raining tonight! That kid, he's been obsessed with drones lately, he's taken a lot of good equipment from me. That kid gave you a problem, he said he...hid the medicine cauldron in Wutuo Ridge with a drone, and you have to find the medicine cauldron before dawn. If you get past this hurdle, he'll give it to you for free! Sorry, no matter how much I scold him, he just won't listen, it's like...I'm guessing someone might have said something to him behind his back..." On the other end of the phone, Bi Shaoxiong explained for a long time with great apology.

"Oh! This matter is probably related to so-and-so... It's alright! There's a young master in our line of work who always thinks too highly of himself. He's probably the one who instigated this behind the scenes. I've heard that this guy is quite the character, and he likes to fly drones and stuff. Well, forget it, we don't have time to waste on their nonsense. I only wanted to take a look at that medicine cauldron out of curiosity, and also to help a respected elder in our line of work out a matter. Since Young Master Pan is so willful, we're definitely not meant to be. Let's leave it at that. Thank you for your hard work, Mr. Bi!"

"Hey! I'm ashamed I didn't handle things perfectly for you! His grandfather owns a significant stake in our company, and at least 30% of the key raw materials we use are supplied by his mother's company, so..."

"Oh...I understand, I understand! By the way, are you familiar with Wutuo Ridge?" "I've been camping there a few times, but I've always camped in the riverbeds, I haven't climbed the mountains much. What do you mean?"

"A skilled person definitely can't outmaneuver a drone like you, given your field of vision... If you really wanted to mess around, where would you hide the cauldron?"

"This... must be a place that's difficult for humans to climb normally, right? Like, a feng shui pavilion or something. I remember there's a feng shui pavilion on the mountain that looks like a small bridge. What was it called again? Right! 'Guoxian Pavilion,' sandwiched between two main peaks. Building a bridge would be too costly, as the distance is too short, and the construction would be quite difficult. Building a cable car wouldn't seem to make much sense either. Later, some idle person found a skilled craftsman to build that feng shui pavilion that looks like a small corridor. I heard that place is quite spiritual. Some daring people even go there to burn 'soul-severing incense.' It's quite popular. Using a drone... technically, it's not a problem. With a little rope securing, making a bet or something wouldn't be a problem. You know, young masters are prone to petty squabbles."

"Understood, thank you for your guidance, Mr. Bi. Well... could you please pass on a message for me? Just say that I have no affinity with that medicine cauldron, and that Young Master Pan should keep it and wait for its value to continue to appreciate. Let's just let this matter pass by. Thank you for your help!"

"I'm so sorry! You can't even handle such a small matter... Let's go out for tea another day!"

“Okay! If we modify the testing equipment that Chairman Bi is using further along the path of miniaturization, maybe our two companies can cooperate and make some money. Let’s talk about it another day?” On the phone, Bian Mu changed the subject and said a few polite words.

"Sure! I'll be waiting anytime!"

"Let's talk when we meet, goodbye!" With that, Bian Mu hung up the phone.

His colleagues had all left for the day, and Luo Zhanqi had been invited by a group of fellow villagers to a feast in the fields. He hadn't returned yet, and the clinic was quiet.

Bian Mu got up and left his clinic. He took a casual stroll and stopped in front of the sword rack. He picked up the short sword and gently pressed the spring mechanism. With a soft "clang", the short sword automatically popped out more than an inch.

With a faint bluish gleam, even though it's said to be a counterfeit, in terms of materials, craftsmanship, sword shape, and sword intent, it can be considered a high-quality replica of a Han sword.

With a slight tremor in his dantian and a surge of energy, Bian Mu casually made a sword gesture with his left hand, drew an arc with the toes of his right foot, and unleashed a series of sword strikes with his right hand, performing the "Rolling Dragon Sword Formation"...

As the sword's weight gradually became as light as wood, Bian Mu felt his sword intent growing stronger, and his form and spirit becoming more integrated. He was already getting quite into it...

As the sword's weight gradually became as light as paper, Bian Mu's back began to sweat...

Finally, the sword became as light as a feather, and Bian Mu should sheathe his sword and gather his strength!
Judging from the sound, the rain outside was getting louder, and it was getting heavier. Bian Mu was afraid of sweating again, so he put away his short sword, went to the changing room to wipe his sweat, went out to pour himself a cup of calming hot tea and drank a few sips. Not long after, Luo Zhanqi returned with an umbrella and walked quickly home.

After exchanging a few pleasantries, Bian Mu, holding an umbrella, went out and hailed a taxi back to the Wu family's old residence.

Bian Mu was eating a bowl of noodles when her phone rang. She had made a vegetarian tomato and egg sauce.

Unknown number, local number range.

Bian Mu continued eating her noodles, ignoring it!