Merchant and doctor

Chapter 1874 Mistakes Must Be Corrected
After Bian Mu finished reporting on the two cases of fever during medication, Huang Bo was delighted.

"Outsiders always see things more clearly, young man! Do you know what mistake you made? It's a small one!"

"Please enlighten me, sir!" Bian Mu said politely with a smile.

“Western medicine practitioners have to send their doctors out for training every now and then. There’s no other reason than that new facilities and technologies are novel and complex. The days when you could learn them at a glance are long gone. You have to learn them all from scratch! Actually, our traditional Chinese medicine practitioners have similar problems. This time, you’ve put in a lot of effort. To be honest, the medicine is good, but it must be used in conjunction with certain medical skills and corresponding measures. In this regard, we are almost helpless. Young man! You might have to hold a training course for them beforehand, otherwise, the medicine we produce will likely be compromised.” Huang Boxi’s thinking was indeed very thorough.

"Oh dear! How come I didn't think of that! So... where should we hold the class? Our clinic?"

"It would be best to go to the hospital's inpatient department or emergency room to explain it on the spot, but... you're usually quite busy! Why not send other colleagues to give a tour? For example, aren't you with three interns? Train them first, and then arrange for them to go out and train other colleagues. It'll be free advertising for us too! But... you might have to take some time to write some lecture notes or something. It's been so many years, and I've never encountered a short training course on traditional Chinese medicine like this before. It seems that our pharmaceutical manufacturing level has indeed improved."

"Okay, I'll prepare it later." Suddenly enlightened, she was in a great mood and got up to go to the kitchen to get another bowl of porridge.

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Late at night, at the Wu family's old residence.

In the study, Bian Mu was working overtime on his laptop, creating a simple explanation of the drug's properties, along with numerous measures to deal with adverse reactions. As he wrote, the night grew even deeper...

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The next morning, while Bian Mu was seeing patients as usual, he distributed the drug use training materials that he had printed out early in the morning to three young interns, asking them to take some time to digest them, as they might have to be sent to various hospitals to give presentations in a few days.

Upon hearing this, the three young interns were overjoyed and exclaimed that Teacher Bian was indeed wise! For the three of them, the internship experience at a provincial-level top-tier hospital was extremely valuable. If it weren't for Teacher Bian's arrangement, they really wouldn't have had the opportunity to go there on official business.

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During his lunch break, Bian Mu finally called Chen Yurong and briefly described the college boy's medication situation. In his view, medical ethics are paramount; a mistake is a mistake, and every effort must be made to correct it if there is even the slightest chance.

"Sigh! Several similar incidents have already occurred. This can't go on forever. Like I said, you still need to come here and give a presentation when you have time. It's not a free trip; there's an academic exchange subsidy."

"Let's talk about it later! So... what do you think is the best way to treat the injury on that boy's leg?"

"Well... the attending physician is a woman, and her uncle has a rather high status in academia. She's quite concerned about her reputation. How about... we arrange for that boy to go to your esteemed institution to handle it? All related expenses can be covered by our hospital. That would be better for everyone!"

Upon hearing this, Bian Mu hesitated for a moment before agreeing.

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In the evening, Chen Yurong personally led a group of people to accompany the college student to the "Xin G20" Traditional Chinese Medicine Clinic for a follow-up examination.

Bian Mu was well-prepared; the operating platform on the third floor had been set up long ago, and the medical facilities that Guan Yuelin had provided some time ago immediately came in handy. The boy's mother seemed a little nervous.

"Dr. Bian! They only mentioned your name to me afterward. Yesterday we were completely clueless and didn't know anything, so we're just asking out of the blue. Did their hospital make a mistake? Could this be considered medical malpractice?" Seeing that there was no one around, the boy's mother quietly asked.

The boy's sister stood behind her mother, eyeing Bian Mu warily with a look of unease in her eyes. "This time it really isn't! This is your daughter, right?" Bian Mu changed the subject with a smile.

Yes, he's only in high school.

"Does she know how to make dumplings?" Bian Mu suddenly asked.

"What?! Dumplings? I can't make them. She's so young. At most, she can help me chop some scallions or mince some garlic. What's wrong?" the boy's mother asked in confusion.

“Now, if we just ask her to eat as many dumplings as she wants, we’ll prepare the dumpling wrappers and fillings in advance. With the little work she does, would you or I even want to do it?” Bian Mu said with a smile, giving an example.

"You mean... I understand. I was so nervous on the way here, I thought our family had been misdiagnosed! I was just being nosy, I was just being nosy."

"Hey! You can't say that. Concern makes people worry! In this situation, anyone would be suspicious. You don't know, this medicine is one I developed. It's a new drug. All the medical staff were like your daughter learning to make dumplings for the first time when they were using it. At first glance, it doesn't seem that difficult! But when you put it in the pot to cook, some opened up and the filling fell out. All sorts of things happened. The ones at the 7th Hospital didn't break or have any undercooked ones, which is already considered pretty good." Bian Mu explained with a smile for a long time.

The boy's mother and younger sister were finally relieved.

On the third floor, Bian Mu and Dr. Gong re-treated the boy's leg wound. Out of curiosity, Luo Zhanqi, Dr. Ning, and other colleagues forgot to eat and gathered around to watch and learn.

Nurse Ye and the others were in a hurry to go home and cook. Seeing that there was nothing for them to do, they said goodbye and left.

Everyone watched as Bian Mu evenly applied a black powder, similar to gunpowder, to the patient's wound, while the boy's mother and sister stayed by his bedside.

"I need to spray some alcohol on your wound and then light it. Don't worry, the temperature of the surgery has been tested and verified hundreds of times beforehand. It won't damage your skin or subcutaneous tissue. You won't feel a burning sensation; on the contrary, you'll feel a cool sensation. That's all normal. I'm just letting you know beforehand!" Bian Mu explained with a smile for a long time.

The boy and his family of three responded with a few smiles, clearly stating that they trusted Dr. Bian and that everything was fine on their end.

The medicinal powder has been applied sufficiently thickly. This type of traditional Chinese fire therapy requires a sufficiently thick layer of powder, so Bian Muke needs to operate with precision...

Okay, Bian Mu didn't rush to start the surgery. Instead, he arranged to meet with Chen Yurong, the doctor involved, and the boy's mother to have the relevant agreements drafted.

A follow-up appointment after surgery is a big deal, so we have to be careful.

The doctor involved was the female doctor with some connections. Chen Yurong had already done the necessary preparations beforehand, so the female doctor didn't suspect anything and readily signed the papers.

With everything prepared, amidst gasps of surprise, Bian Mu, like a folk acrobat, suddenly lit the powder on fire...

Not long after, the wound reopened, and an unidentified turbid substance began to seep out...

Medical care is a matter of life and death for patients; mistakes must be corrected.

Bian Mu picked up those oddly shaped Chinese surgical instruments and began deep debridement...