Merchant and doctor

Chapter 1878 Even a little bit of effectiveness is enough.

Lu Yisi is not only a top surgeon, but he also has some expertise in orthopedics. His public identity is still that of a new expert in composite orthopedic surgery, and his appearance fee is always in the tens of thousands of yuan.

He knew Bian Mu had extremely high overall medical skills, but how could he conclude that now was not the best time to repeat the treatment without even seeing the patient, just by glancing at the medical records a few times?!

Lu Yisi couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy.

A very natural reaction.

"Nourishing bones?! What exactly does that mean?"

"This guy probably has some unhealthy lifestyle or eating habits. Of course, it's also possible that he was young and didn't know any better, and had some accident. Many years ago, whether acutely or chronically, his lower limb skeletal system had problems. It's just that his family's life was relatively comfortable, so the related symptoms never flared up. In our line of work, we usually call it 'skinny,' or in your terms, 'older bone age.' Surgeries like adding steel plates only made things worse. Maybe they are orthopedic surgeons themselves, so they couldn't treat themselves! In the end, they chose what they thought was the safest option with the shortest recovery period. If you're talking behind their backs, they really outsmarted themselves this time. The more careful they were, the more counterproductive it became!" Bian Mu explained with a smile.

"How exactly do you raise it?!"

"Replacing the therapy bed, changing the room facilities, applying medication, such as our newly launched 'detoxifying plaster,' may seem unrelated at first glance, but that's because people generally don't have the patience to carefully read the instructions we painstakingly printed, which clearly state that the medicine has the effect of nourishing bones and blood, haha..."

"Oh, I see. Well... should you tell them, or..."

"You should do it! To be honest, I don't even remember what Director Wu looks like. As long as it doesn't cause any delays, I'll be grateful for your help!"

Thanks! How about we grab lunch together?

"Okay, no Western food, something light is fine!"

"Zhaixiang clear soup?"

"Okay!"

"Would you mind if we added another guest to the table?" Lu Yisi suddenly asked over the phone.

"A friend of my mom's, in her forties, whom I call 'elder sister' by seniority, has been feeling quite unwell lately. She went to see Teacher Meng Shulan and took more than ten doses of medicine, but she hasn't gotten better. She's very shrewd; she realized that Aunt Meng might not be taking it seriously enough, so she called to ask me. Knowing we're good friends, she wanted me to accompany her to your place for a follow-up appointment. I thought, since she's a big player in pharmaceutical marketing anyway, why not take this opportunity to introduce you two? Afterwards, she can help you promote your products, which will make your sales channels smoother. What do you think?"

"Thanks! So... what's wrong?" Bian Mu asked casually over the phone.

Pharmaceutical marketing is a complex field, and Bian Mu knew it was quite murky even when he was working odd jobs at Liushunrong Pharmaceutical Company. Given this opportunity, it would be good to open up another sales channel as well.

"I have a migraine on the right side, which has also spread to the area near my left shoulder. The pain is so bad that it feels like my heart is about to stop."

Oh! You're quite ill!

"Of course! Otherwise, we should seek help from Master Bian!"

"Tch! Her condition is quite serious! I believe Professor Meng's assessment is correct; it's likely a long-term treatment. Your mother's friend seems a bit impatient. A meeting is fine, but I can't guarantee I can come up with a better medical plan!"

"I know, I know! We're brothers, we know what's going on! I'll make a reservation right away!"

"OK! See you later!" With that, Bian Mu hung up the phone.

……

"Zhaixiang Style" is a Southwest-style restaurant decorated in the style of a rural mountain village. The interior and exterior exude a bright and new exotic style. Even on a hot summer day, as soon as you enter, you are greeted by a refreshing and elegant breeze, which is very pleasant.

Bian Mu pushed open the door to a small private room on the third floor and immediately saw Lu Yisi chatting with a rather elegant middle-aged female boss.

"Oh! Let me introduce you, Mr. Qiu! This is Dr. Bian. We're all family here, so it's easier to talk." Lu Yisi introduced the two of them very politely.

"I've long admired Dr. Bian's name. It's a pleasure to meet you!" "You're too kind! It's an honor to meet you!" Bian Mu replied with a casual politeness.

The three of them took their seats, and Lu Yisi began to order food.

Bian Mu felt that the CEO Qiu in front of him was a reasonable person. In addition, because of Lu Yisi's mother, he didn't say much nonsense. After chatting for a few words, he inquired about the relevant medical conditions.

"Shall I take your pulse?" Bian Mu said with a smile.

"Thank you so much, Dr. Bian!"

"You're welcome!" As she spoke, Bian Mu took Mr. Qiu's pulse. Having prepared beforehand, she placed a small porcelain pillow, and the pulse reading became crystal clear...

"Do you still have a headache right now?" Bian Mu asked casually.

"It's a little tight, but it doesn't hurt much," Mr. Qiu replied with a smile.

"Would you mind standing in the blazing sun for a while? Without a sun hat?" Bian Mu suddenly asked.

"It's okay, I'm not afraid of the sun, I'm not that delicate."

"That's good. Dr. Lu, please set the table here first. Shall we go downstairs for a test?"

"Okay, thanks!"

"You're welcome!" With that, Bian Mu waved to Lu Yisi and accompanied President Qiu downstairs to the open-air parking lot.

Bian Mu carefully determined an accurate location and asked Mr. Qiu to stand in the blazing sun for a while. Bian Mu, who was never bothered by the heat or cold, stood in the blazing sun to keep him company.

……

"Ouch! My head is starting to hurt... Do you want to keep standing here?" Feeling quite uncomfortable, Boss Qiu quickly turned to greet Bian Mu.

"Let's go back now and rest in the lobby for a bit." With that, Bian Mu accompanied President Qiu back to the lobby on the first floor and found a seat to rest.

"Do you have a splitting headache?" Bian Mu asked with concern.

"Not really... but... my heart feels really uncomfortable..." As he spoke, Mr. Qiu's face gradually turned pale.

At this moment, Bian Mu took out a bottle of "detoxifying ointment" from his shirt pocket and handed it to President Qiu.

"Why don't you try this new medicine we've prepared? It should be able to treat the symptoms in the short term. Can you find a place to dispense the medicine? Would you like to ask a waitress for help?"

"No need, no need, I can do it myself." As he spoke, enduring the excruciating pain, Mr. Qiu gritted his teeth and, with Bian Mu's help, used a medicated applicator to apply some ointment to the area near the back of his head where he felt the most discomfort.

"That's enough. Applying too much won't help enhance the medicine's effectiveness. As long as it works, a little is enough," Bian Mu explained with a smile as she sat down beside her.

Strangely enough, not long after, Mr. Qiu widened his beautiful eyes in surprise, looked around slightly, and gently shook his head and swayed his shoulders...

Huh?! It doesn't hurt at all anymore?!
Seeing that President Qiu's condition had temporarily improved, Bian Mu asked with a smile, "There are no outsiders here, so if I may ask, are you feeling better or worse after taking the medicine prescribed by Teacher Meng?"

Upon hearing this, without the slightest hesitation, Mr. Qiu blurted out, "Sigh! Don't even mention it, the more I ate, the more uncomfortable I felt. Towards the end, I even felt nauseous and wanted to vomit."

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