Merchant and doctor

Chapter 1853 The Destructive Power of Traditional Chinese Medicine

When I was a child, I would often accompany my grandfather to fish for small fish and shrimp by the river in my hometown. The fish and shrimp back then seemed to taste fresher than what we eat now.

Grandpa would occasionally talk about the past and present. Bian Mu remembered that Grandpa had mentioned several times that practicing medicine was actually a struggle against fate, against the earth's spirit, and against human lifespan. Good doctors, in fact, always revolve around the word "breakthrough." The so-called "breakthrough" means to break through, defeat, and eliminate!

Grandpa said that the prescriptions given by good traditional Chinese medicine doctors often have a bit of "killing power," which is a kind of force that breaks through evil spirits and supports the righteous qi.

Therefore, since ancient times, the characters “medicine” and “martial arts” have been more or less linked. For example, among the various schools of traditional Chinese medicine, there is the “martial arts medicine” school.

Grandpa also said that if a person really wants to be a good doctor, but doesn't have a "chivalrous spirit" deep in their heart, doesn't have a foundation in traditional martial arts, and isn't brave enough to surpass ordinary people, then it will really be a bit difficult!
In a flash, Bian Mu suddenly remembered what his grandfather had said back then. Judging from what happened today, his grandfather was right!
Seeing Mr. Ma slumped on the ground, begging for mercy, Bian Mu reminded himself: Enough is enough. We're here to practice medicine and help people, not to vent our personal grievances!
Walking slowly to Mr. Ma, Bian Mu half-squatted on the ground and smiled.

"Mr. Ma! In public... are you alright?"

"I was wrong... Business has been tough these past two years, and I've been under a lot of pressure..."

"You can't handle the pressure outside your own home, so you pass it on to your family?! Especially your own son, who's so young! You're really something!" Bian Mu teased with a smile.

"It was my fault... I will be more careful about my words and actions in the future..."

"How does it feel to be bullied?" Bian Mu suddenly straightened his expression and asked in a chilling tone.

Mr. Ma lowered his head and remained silent.

"Put yourself in their shoes. Your son is not even 10 years old yet. What kind of pressure has he been under since he was little? How much negative energy have you been passing on to them?! You should understand now!" Bian Mu said seriously.

Not bad. Only now did a hint of shame appear on Mr. Ma's face.

With a slight nod, Mr. Ma acknowledged the agreement.

"Get up!" Bian Mu said, reaching out and pulling and supporting Mr. Ma, who involuntarily stood up straight.

"Killing someone is just a matter of a head falling to the ground. Since the patient's family has already realized their mistake, there's really no need to embarrass them too much." Bian Mu gave Nurse Ye a wink, and Nurse Ye immediately understood and called on several colleagues to persuade the onlookers to leave the scene.

The four men that Mr. Ma brought were still lying, sitting, or sprawling on the ground. Bian Mu knew this and didn't bother to pay them any attention.

"Mr. Ma! Does your chest feel much better now? If you feel any phlegm in your chest later, you'd better go to the restroom and spit it out. There's disinfectant there. Wear a disposable mask afterwards and do the necessary disinfection yourself. Don't wait for someone else to serve you!" Bian Mu didn't hold back at all in the last two sentences.

As soon as he finished speaking, Mr. Ma suddenly felt as if a switch had been flipped, his chest heaving, and an indescribable discomfort caused the veins on his forehead to bulge.

Before he could say anything more, he waved to Bian Mu and looked around, clearly searching for the location of the restroom.

Bian Mu remained calm, casually pointing in a direction for him without paying any attention to him.

Seeing that Boss Ma had run off into the distance, Bian Mu turned around and walked over to Boss Ma's entourage. After a quick selection, Bian Mu chose the lightest-looking man and lightly patted a certain acupoint on his back with his left hand. "Boss Ma has gone to the restroom. Go and greet him. Afterwards, make sure to thoroughly disinfect the restroom. If our inspection fails, you might have a hard time leaving our premises again," Bian Mu instructed with a smile.

"Oh... I'm coming over! But I..." As he spoke, the man unconsciously stretched his arms and moved his legs. Huh?! He was fine. In a daze, the man scrambled to his feet and ran after Bian Mu in the direction he was pointing.

Bian Mu knew that the remaining people on the floor could hear it.

"Don't rush, everyone. It's cool on the ground. Let it cool you down. I'll treat you to some good tea later!" After a few teasing words, Bian Mu went back to the consultation room to continue seeing patients.

……

Upon hearing that there had been some trouble downstairs, Luo Zhanqi quickly put down the patient he was holding, apologized a few times, and ran downstairs.

After wandering around the lobby, Luo Zhanqi walked into Bian Mu's private consultation room with some doubt.

"Those guys on the ground... are they just lying there like that?!" Luo Zhanqi asked softly.

“It’s getting late… they can get up now. It’ll be a bit of a hassle to get them up and make sure they stay in the car outside and wait patiently. Don’t let them in,” Bian Mu said with a smile.

"Okay!" Luo Zhanqi replied and went out into the hall.

Luo Zhanqi hadn't had a moment's rest. He diligently practiced his internal and external martial arts, and just by glancing at Bian Mu a few times, he could tell which technique Bian Mu used and where he struck...

Punches, slaps, elbow twists... It wasn't long before the few people lying on the ground were freed.

"Hey guys, go back to the car and wait. We don't even know what's going on between your leader and our boss, do we?! You're going to start a fight here?! Don't you even know what's going on?! Let's go, let's go!" With that, Luo Zhanqi made a few chicken-shooing gestures to send the entourage away.

……

Judging that Mr. Ma should be free by now, Bian Mu explained a few words to an elderly woman whose number was about to be called, and then went out to the lobby to take a look.

Mr. Ma was sitting on a chair next to a potted plant, head down, fiddling with a glass of water in his hand.

Not far behind him, an entourage member stood obediently beside their boss.

"Are you alright now? I was a bit rude just now, and I formally apologize to you. However... it's a bit hard to believe, but those few tossing movements I made just now are what we in traditional Chinese medicine call 'whipping and detoxification.' Over the years, you've accumulated a lot of phlegm in many key areas of your lung meridian, causing you to stay up very late every night, and your sleep is quite light, Mr. Ma! Am I right?" As she spoke, Bian Mu invited Mr. Ma to the reception area for a chat.

Clearly, Mr. Ma and his entourage were dumbfounded, and for a long time they didn't know how to respond to Bian Mu's words.

Bian Muchong winked at the person accompanying him, meaning that with him here, the man was sent to wait outside the clinic. What business was it of his to listen to his boss's family affairs?

The man immediately understood, greeted his boss, and quickly went out to get into his car and wait.