Merchant and doctor

Chapter 1846 A 7-Year-Old Cerebral Infarction Patient

The An family was eagerly anticipating that their precious daughter would get married before she turned 26 and give birth to a son or daughter before she turned 30, which was of paramount importance to the An family.

Furthermore, judging from the explanation given by President An's wife, it seems that the An family also wants to recruit a son-in-law to live with them.

"That day, Mr. An may have misunderstood. What I meant was this... Everyone is born with a lot of marital codes that are indelible throughout their lives. Don't misunderstand, this is not some superstitious or mysterious deception. It's real science, just lost for many years and not valued. Strictly speaking, it's real mathematics, really." As she spoke, Bian Mu took out several tubes of chopsticks from the side and demonstrated using the chopsticks as counting rods and the dining table as paper.

Bian Mu is a well-known and popular doctor. The owner and the manager on duty of this Shandong cuisine restaurant all know him. Bian Mu's behavior is a bit strange. Aside from feeling novel, none of the employees felt anything was out of place. An older female waitress even came up to him and said a few polite words, meaning that if there were not enough chopsticks, she could bring some more.

Bian Mu quickly and quietly slipped the waitress a 100 yuan tip, indicating that the chopsticks he had were enough.

While eating, Bian Mu converted the birth dates, family backgrounds, parents' information, and the Yin-Yang and Five Elements compatibility of the man and woman into counting rod codes, and deduced them step by step for most of the day in front of Mrs. An.

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"No wonder they are all so respectful to you, no matter what their status is. Master Bian is indeed a genius. I admire you! The calculations and deductions you've been doing are too complicated. I only graduated from an ordinary university and have never really studied math. I only vaguely understand what you're saying. But... I think I understand the core meaning. It means that my daughter's marriage is still pending and can't be rushed, right?"

Hearing this, Bian Mu breathed a sigh of relief, and her worries gradually disappeared. President An's wife's attitude was very clear: she must find a decent young man to marry. As for whether he could become a son-in-law of the An family, she no longer cared.

"That's pretty much the gist of it. Actually, I've personally examined the faces of all three of you. If you were to seriously find a live-in son-in-law, you'd most likely regret it in the future, really! These things can't be rushed. Your daughter has excellent qualities, so her future marriage is sure to be a success." Bian Mu smiled and comforted President An's wife.

"Thanks to you! Well... you usually associate with people of a higher social standing than us. If you know anyone suitable, please introduce us."

"No problem! If I meet someone suitable, I'll definitely ask for their personal information in a tactful way. I'll contact you again once the deduction is satisfactory!" Well, Bian Mu has temporarily become a matchmaker.

"Thank you for your trouble! I feel much more relieved now that you've told me. The box contains the personal files you requested. Please check them!" As she spoke, President An's wife placed the combination lock box on the dining chair next to her, entered the combination, opened the box, and casually picked out a file to hand to Bian Mu.

After glancing at it briefly, Bian Mu said there was no problem.

“We have temporarily dispatched five quality control inspectors. Among them, Mr. Pei is the eldest. He is a well-known figure in the folk medicine community, and I’m sure you’ve heard of him. The other four are friends I trust.” As he spoke, Bian Mu handed the basic personal information of the five people, including the herb farmer Mr. Pei, to President An’s wife.

Upon hearing that the other party was only sending five people, and that the leader was a well-known figure in the industry, quite old and highly respected, Mr. An's wife felt much more at ease.

"No problem, no problem! We'll get back to you as soon as we've sorted things out," said Mr. An's wife with a smile.

Among the five was "Striped Face." Although he had some less-than-stellar past, he had long since reformed, and it was thought that President An and his wife would be able to accept him.

Amidst laughter and conversation, the two discussed the details of mutual trust and cooperation in their work for a while. Bian Mu gradually realized that President An's wife was indeed much more capable than her husband.

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After seeing off President An's wife, Bian Mu found a bench on the street and rested for a while to cool off. The "Detoxifying Ointment" was about to go into production; now, as long as they could get past Huang Boxi's final hurdle, they might be able to proceed with trial production. Recalling the arduous years of sitting on the sidelines, Bian Mu couldn't help but feel a pang of emotion…

Just then, my phone rang.

Lu Yisi's phone call.

"You must be really busy lately! I'm in the same boat as you, I haven't been able to visit my parents in ages!"

"I'm here to make money, but you're different. You're a provincial-level expert and technical master, when have you ever had a moment of leisure!"

"What's your professional title now?" Lu Yisi asked with a smile on the other end of the phone.

"I haven't even applied for the intermediate level yet, so I can't compare to you. Don't tell me you've already started applying for the senior professional title through special procedures, right?!" On the other end of the phone, Bian Mu seemed to have guessed something.

"No way! You've only been an associate senior professional for a few days. You'd better hurry! The Provincial Children's Hospital has a strange case, and the hospital hopes to invite you, a top expert, for a consultation through me. If you can really bring the patient back to life... I'll take care of your intermediate professional title."

Some time ago, Professor Mi had a formal meeting with Bian Mu. The Little White Building is amazing; through it, Bian Mu's intermediate professional title was quickly approved.

"Forget about the intermediate level. If you really want to help, please put in some effort for the associate senior level! What's the specific situation at the children's hospital?"

"A 7-year-old boy from a fairly well-off family suffered a stroke at such a young age. Note that this is not a typical stroke, but a minor stroke. I have reviewed the medical record. Some of the cerebral blood vessels have already begun to die. For most of us, it is irreversible. Of course, for you, there may still be a glimmer of hope. So... when can we go and take a look together?" On the other end of the phone, Lu Yisi gave a brief overview of the unfortunate child patient.

"You've already agreed to that?" Bian Mu corrected himself on the other end of the phone.

"Half and half! I didn't say anything definitive. They contacted me first, not me. I had to make that clear beforehand! Afterwards, I thought about it and realized you were due for a professional title evaluation. Also, I wanted to try to get you an exception. You already met all the requirements, so I vaguely agreed. Was that difficult?"

"It's not that it's difficult, it's just... the condition is a bit serious. Have you met the patient in person?" Bian Mu asked over the phone.

"I had some business over there this morning, and I just happened to drop by to take a look. He can get out of bed and walk, and his expression is relatively natural, but... his right arm is getting stiffer day by day, he's a bit hunched over, he's not in good spirits, he looks like an old man, his hair is a bit dry, but the amount of hair is still normal, his gait is obviously unsteady, his academic performance is quite poor, he can hardly remember anything, it's really pitiful to see him!"

"Your parents are divorced?"

"No, that's not true. Now that you mention it, it's true... We're separated. Luckily I asked a few more questions, otherwise you would have been completely confused!"

"No wonder... Well... let's go take a look after I finish what I'm doing with the pharmaceutical company."

"A word is settled!"

"I'll ask you out another day!" With that, Bian Mu hung up the phone.