Merchant and doctor

Chapter 1834 New Technology Seminar
In the afternoon, the "Xin G20" Traditional Chinese Medicine Clinic opened its outpatient services as usual.

More and more patients came to Bian Mu's door begging for an extra appointment, all of them specifically for Bian Mu. No matter how he refused, it was no use. Helpless, Bian Mu had to add 5 more appointments, which unknowingly put him under a lot of strain.

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Just past 16 p.m., Bian Mu looked up and saw Nurse Ye standing silently at the door of the clinic.

Guessing that someone outside needed to contact her, Bian Mu quickly wrote out the prescription for the middle-aged man in front of her, and asked the female intern surnamed Fan to deliver it to him. Bian Mu then got up and went out to say goodbye to Nurse Ye.

"Is something wrong?"

“The heads of the municipal and provincial research institutes personally came to invite you to give lectures and such. I asked them to go upstairs and chat with Mr. Liang first. Would you like to go up and be polite?” Nurse Ye briefly explained the background of the matter.

"Traditional Chinese Medicine Research Institute?"

"Yes! They're all directors, provincial experts, and the one from the provincial research institute is a famous doctor. I've met her before. The one from the municipal research institute is a female director. She's not very old, and this is the first time I've met her. She's very shrewd and seems to have a doctorate from a medical university in the south."

"Lecturing? In what area?"

"I didn't say! It sounded like they were trying to recruit you or something. By the way, if you're willing to attend, there's an academic subsidy. I'm guessing there might be sponsorship from businesses, maybe it'll be a half-academic, half-business roadshow. I reckon you're not too keen on going. Besides, with the new drug trial about to start, who cares about them? I've already hinted at it for you, so don't let it slip!"

"Hehe... You're the one who matters most! Got it! I'm coming right now!" With that, Bian Mu deliberately took a long detour before going up the stairs to the second floor.

Recently, the clinic's revenue has skyrocketed. After discussing it with Nurse Ye, Bian Mu asked Sanqiang and his team to redecorate the second and third floors. It didn't cost much, but the effect was excellent. Now, the clinic's second floor has a proper meeting room. Bian Mu and his team usually hold meetings there. Whenever Bian Mu has the energy, he occasionally gathers everyone together for a life meeting to improve their professional skills and exchange work experiences. This is also part of the clinic's cultural development.

Upon seeing Bian Mu appear, Liang Xiangyin stood up and politely saw the two distinguished guests out. He nodded slightly to Bian Mu and then continued to see his own patients.

Recently, Liang Xiangyin's spirits have improved significantly. He also goes out for outpatient clinics in the afternoons, only taking 10 patients at a time. If he's in a good mood, he doesn't even leave after get off work. Occasionally, when Dr. Ning has a difficult case that isn't serious enough to bother Bian Mu, she recommends it to Dr. Liang. He can take a good look at it and rarely refers it to Bian Mu anymore.

With everyone working together, the "Xin G20" Traditional Chinese Medicine Clinic is gradually gaining momentum. Although it never publicizes itself, it has unknowingly become the top medical clinic in the area. However, Bian Mu and the others simply don't have time to think about it.

Patients voted with their feet, and the clinic's daily revenue has already multiplied many times over.

Three young people, one man and two women, were already seated in the reception room. Judging from their demeanor, they were likely accompanying staff from the Municipal Research Institute and the Provincial Research Institute. The director of the Municipal Research Institute was not yet forty years old. She had thick black hair, fair skin like jade, and clearly the result of professional skincare. She had almond-shaped eyes, delicate eyebrows, and wore light makeup and a well-fitting work uniform, which made her appear both distinguished and younger than her peers.

"This person seems quite difficult to deal with. I'll try to make sure she talks while I listen!" Bian Mu thought to himself as he feigned compliance.

The guy from the provincial research institute looked to be almost fifty. His hair was thinning, but his trendy hairstyle hinted at a stubborn refusal to grow old. He was quite tall, definitely over 1.8 meters, neither fat nor thin, indicating he had put a lot of effort into his physique. His eyes were neither too big nor too small, and he wore gold-rimmed glasses. He was also carrying a small, genuine leather briefcase, though I wondered what that habit was.

After exchanging pleasantries, Bian Mu said with a smile, "Such a small matter could have been resolved with a simple phone call. Why trouble the two leaders to make a special trip? I am so sorry for not welcoming you properly!"

"Dr. Bian, you're too kind! We should have paid you a visit long ago. They said... you're currently holding multiple positions and are usually so busy you barely have time to breathe. Our two units did the math and decided it would be better to come over together to discuss things, which would save a lot of trouble. Now, there's this matter, as Dr. Bian knows, our city has moved up one place in the national ranking of overall TCM medical standards. The higher-ups said at a meeting that it's not impossible for our city to be at the top. Some people are jokingly saying that this is mostly due to Dr. Bian's efforts. In any case, we have to come and meet with you, otherwise, we'll become a laughing stock in the industry!" Well! That female director really knows how to talk, flattering people to the point of being unbearable.

"Oh! You're too kind! I can't accept such a joke. Great achievements are built on the foundation! The reason why our city's traditional Chinese medicine industry has developed to this day is because of the good leadership of you leaders. There's absolutely no need for a small-time quack like me. I'm unworthy of such praise!" Bian Mu quickly said politely.

"Dr. Bian, you're too modest! There's this matter: the scientific validity of TCM pulse diagnosis is increasingly recognized by the overseas academic community, and a plethora of research reports are emerging. Several of our institutions got together to discuss holding a symposium on new TCM technologies. Could we invite Dr. Bian to give a special report? For example, I heard a while ago that Dr. Bian hand-drew relevant test results several times, and the medical evidence was directly derived from pulse diagnosis... Afterwards, the test reports were almost identical to your hand-drew ones. This skill... it's no exaggeration to say it's almost 'divine diagnosis.' Some colleagues said at the time that your skill was simply astonishing... I hope Dr. Bian won't mind hearing this!" The male director of the Provincial TCM Research Institute suddenly brought up a few old stories, making one feel inexplicably uncomfortable.

Is this a case of someone who's not entirely convinced but feels compelled to come and "verify" it?
Damn it! I'm just a nobody on the street, what does it matter to you whether I'm a divine strategist or not?!
eventful!

Hearing this, Bian Mu smiled slightly, waved his hand twice, and immediately replied, "It's just gossip, don't take it seriously. Even if it were true, it would only happen to a specific patient in a specific outpatient setting and under specific social circumstances. There's no pattern to it, and it's certainly not reproducible. If you were to give a keynote speech based on that, the audience would laugh their heads off!" With a soft yet firm touch, Bian Mu skillfully defused the director's "question" from the provincial research institute with a subtle and effective "needle in cotton" approach.

Nowadays, Bian Mu has also mastered some social skills!

Upon hearing this, the expression on the face of the male director of the provincial research institute became somewhat uncertain.

Seeing this, the female director of the Municipal Research Institute quickly tried to smooth things over.

"Hehe... We're holding a new technology seminar, so we don't necessarily have to focus on the latest breakthroughs in pulse diagnosis! We can all speak freely about other topics! I would appreciate it if Dr. Bian could bring a few of his colleagues to attend!"

Hearing this, Bian Mu couldn't help but smile slightly.

"You two leaders are unaware of the situation. Recently, we, along with several colleagues in the industry, have been developing a new drug. We have a certain daily workload, and due to the substantial initial investment, we are in grave danger of financial ruin if we are not careful. We started from a very low point in our careers and cannot afford any research risks. Besides, I've only managed to cure a few patients by chance, purely by luck. Don't believe the rumors circulating on the street, really! My professional skills are still quite limited, hardly worthy of a formal conference. I'm not qualified for a seminar. In a while, once our professional skills have truly improved, we will definitely visit your esteemed institutes. Please forgive any shortcomings in our communication!" Well, Bian Mu directly declined.

Upon hearing this, the director's expression changed.