Merchant and doctor

Chapter 1848 Small Wooden Comb

If Bian Mu were to seek further development in his personal career, he would inevitably have to overcome the hurdles posed by senior figures at all levels and in all fields. For decades, these young talents would have to pass through countless "fiery mountains."

Bian Mu is no match for Lu Yisi; her starting point was too low.

Currently, Bian Mu appears to be incredibly popular. It seems that as long as he humbles himself, carefully observes the proper etiquette of a disciple, and visits senior figures like Lu Yisi, Professor Mi, and Qi Yuewei in stages and levels, Bian Mu's career path should become increasingly broad.

however……

Bian Mu doesn't see it that way.

Bian Mu has always believed in one thing: whether it's the medical field or the pharmaceutical industry, if he doesn't have some real strength and his own "private territory," he's not qualified to even consider the thresholds that Lu Yisi and Qi Yuewei usually hint at.

The successful opening of the Traditional Chinese Medicine Clinic is just a small, accidental success resulting from the combination of various factors. It doesn't prove anything. What Bian Mu needs to do now is to continuously accumulate clinical experience and improve the traditional Chinese medicine preparation system. He is still a long way from becoming famous and established!
Polarization?!
Is he trying to curry favor with those senior colleagues who have consistently held negative opinions of him?!
That's not true!
To align oneself with those seniors who still partially acknowledge one's abilities?! To pay homage to their masters?!

Pshaw! Even less likely!

Bian Mu had long ago made up his mind that no matter how far things develop in the future, he must establish his own school of thought, stand tall and upright, and never branch out into unrelated fields!
Seeing that Bian Mu was intentionally avoiding certain topics, Lu Yisi slightly pursed his lips and stopped talking. He focused on driving, and after passing two small intersections, he gradually increased his speed...

Special needs ward at the Provincial Children's Hospital, single room.

When Bian Mu and Lu Yisi entered, there were already seven or eight medical staff members with different expressions waiting in the corridor.

After exchanging a few pleasantries, Bian Mu insisted on completing the necessary paperwork for the outpatient visit first. He filled out each form carefully, without daring to be careless at all.

The little boy's mother was present, but his father was away on a business trip and wasn't in the ward at the moment. His maternal grandfather was also there, but none of the father's relatives were seen staying by his side.

The little boy's maternal grandfather and mother were dressed in fashionable and elegant clothes, and their watches were worth over 30 yuan each. They were clearly not from an ordinary wealthy family, and their demeanor was also extraordinary. The air of a scion of a prominent family was still faintly visible.

The little boy stood leaning against the door frame with his hands behind his back. His big eyes looked somewhat listless. His hair was a bit long, withered and dull, giving him the appearance of premature aging and congenital deficiency. His eyebrows also looked sparse. Fortunately, his eyelashes were much longer and denser than those of boys his age, but their color was slightly grayish, indicating that he had a constitution with insufficient congenital kidney energy.

After glancing around, Bian Mu thought a woman in her early forties looked like the family's housekeeper. He smiled at her and asked her to bring him a wooden comb, as he needed it.

"Little friend, my surname is Bian! My mom and grandpa are a little worried, so they asked me to come and take a look at your illness. Do you mind?" Bian Mu said softly to the young patient, half-squatting and half-kneeling on the ground.

The little boy gently shook his head and didn't say anything.

"I need to comb your hair. I'm a traditional Chinese medicine doctor, and combing your hair is like giving you a checkup. Would you like that?" Bian Mu asked with a smile.

The little boy continued to shake his head gently, still remaining silent.

So, Bian Mu took the small wooden comb and gently combed the boy's messy hair. Strangely enough, after a short while, the boy's hair became much smoother, and his pale face gradually came to light. It was clear that the boy was very handsome, but years of stagnant blood and qi had made him feel very repressed. "So handsome! Do you usually lean against the door frame to scratch your back when it's uncomfortable?" Bian Mu suddenly said.

Upon hearing this, the boy's eyes widened slightly. He looked up at Bian Mu with curiosity, then nodded slightly, still remaining silent.

"It's okay, if you feel uncomfortable right now, just rub against me! The adults won't mind, and they won't mind in the future either." As she spoke, Bian Mu glanced at the little patient's mother.

The young patient's mother looked to be in her early thirties. She was very beautiful and had a refined demeanor. However, perhaps due to overwork, she didn't look well; she appeared haggard, listless, and exhausted.

“Oh… At first, the nanny took care of him, so we didn’t pay much attention. It seems like it was after he turned three, or maybe three or four, that he developed this problem… We’ve had him checked out, but the hospital couldn’t figure it out. Professor Meng said it’s nothing serious and it will heal itself as he grows up.” The patient’s mother quickly explained.

"Teacher Meng?! Teacher Meng Shulan?" Bian Mu asked with a smile.

"Yes, it's Professor Meng!"

"Oh... Since Teacher Meng says so, she must have her reasons... Little friend, if you don't mind, just walk a few steps. I need to see if you can walk steadily and whether you will fall. Just be natural, it's okay!"

The young patient was obedient; he glanced at his mother, lowered his head, and walked unsteadily toward the windowsill.

Bian Mu noticed that the young patient's limb coordination was quite poor. Fortunately, his center of gravity was relatively stable. At least, the tiny arteries and blood vessels in the child's brain that had died had not had a fatal impact on his limb motor abilities.

Bian Muxin breathed a sigh of relief.

We went back and forth several times, but thankfully, the young patient didn't show any signs of weakness, even though he had almost fallen.

"Alright! Come on! Sit here! Uncle will take your pulse." As he spoke, Bian Mu specially brought over a small wooden square chair for the little patient to sit on. Bian Mu himself moved a small stool and sat opposite the little boy, patiently taking his pulse in the three major pulse systems.

……

After taking the pulse, Bian Mu picked up the small wooden comb again and patiently combed the little patient's hair. Only when she felt the little boy's palms gradually getting warmer did Bian Mu stop.

"That's enough for today!" Bian Mu said, then invited Lu Yisi and the young patient's mother to find a quiet duty room to sit and chat for a while.

“Your son needs a new nanny. Also, his diet needs to be drastically changed. I’ll send the relevant recipes to Dr. Lu later. If you don’t have a suitable one, I can help you find a live-in nanny. Of course, it would be best if she could also do the cooking. Also, are you and your husband planning to get a divorce in the future? Are you just going to keep dragging it on like this?! Furthermore, if it’s convenient, please ask your husband to come to the clinic to see me as soon as possible. There are some things I need to take a look at first.”

Upon hearing this, the young patient's mother, along with Lu Yisi, froze on the spot.

After a while, the young patient's mother replied, "The marriage is unlikely to continue; it looks like they'll have to divorce!"

“Alright! I shouldn’t interfere in your family’s affairs. Since you’re asking, there must be a reason. It’s too early to explain some things now, and even Doctor Lu might find it hard to accept. Let’s be realistic. I’ll teach you how to comb the child’s hair first.” As she spoke, Bian Mu didn’t stand on ceremony at all. She had Lu Yisi sit there as a model, and then she used a sterilized comb. Bian Mu seriously took on the role of a life teacher.