Merchant and doctor

Chapter 1890 Completely Severing Ties with the Past is Absolutely Impossible
Mr. Tang's symptoms were common ailments, so Bian Mu didn't take them seriously at all. She simply grabbed a stack of napkins, made a makeshift pulse pillow, and took Mr. Tang's pulse.

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"Your dampness and turbidity are too heavy. You can get better with some conditioning. However... there are some things you should seriously consider putting aside." After taking her pulse, Bian Mu explained with a smile.

"Professor Meng said the same thing and prescribed a lot of medicine, mainly herbal teas. But... I've been drinking them on and off for a while now, but they're not very effective! Turns out... there are other tricks to it!" Mr. Tang replied with a smile.

"The food you usually eat is too sweet and fatty. The term 'sweet and fatty' is used in traditional Chinese medicine. In layman's terms, it refers to the kind of food that ordinary wage earners only eat at high prices during holidays. For you, that's everyday food, and you consume it almost every day. Also, judging from your pulse, it's been at least twenty years since you've cooked. By the way, how many children do you have? I hope you don't mind me asking this!"

Upon hearing this, Mr. Tang's expression changed slightly.

"It's okay! He's a doctor! There's nothing I can't ask. I only have one daughter, and I had her a little late in life. She's only a little over 5 years old now, and she won't start elementary school until next year."

“Oh! No wonder! No matter how much times change, women still need to experience the everyday realities of life from time to time. Besides, there are some things I don’t know whether I should say or not…” Bian Mu deliberately stopped talking at this point.

Dr. Gong, who was closest to them, moved aside deliberately upon hearing this, as if intentionally avoiding the conversation.

The other two were probably Mr. Tang's partners or assistants. Seeing that the two were getting along very well, and that Dr. Gong was trying to avoid them, they naturally moved to other places and focused on eating their food, looking somewhat embarrassed.

"It's alright, there are no outsiders here. Please speak frankly. I understand. Good medicine tastes bitter but is good for the disease. Professor Meng, perhaps you've gotten too used to our relationship! There are some things that are harder to say in person. Please speak!"

“Before you achieved success in your career, your family, I mean your maternal family, you were always doing housework. Moreover, your family was probably not very wealthy at the time, and you ate no different from your relatives and friends. In fact, your diet was probably quite coarse. You don’t mind if I say that, do you?” Bian Mu suddenly said this.

Of course, to save face for President Tang, Bian Mu had already kept her voice as low as possible.

Upon hearing this, President Tang's expression immediately became somewhat uncertain.

"Just as you said, my family's financial situation is indeed not very good..."

"After achieving success in your career, you changed your eating habits a bit too quickly. Both the content and style of your meals underwent radical changes. Over time, at least half of the food you eat is difficult to digest, and two or three tenths of it is still undigested. Gradually, the food stagnation accumulates in several places in your body, gradually transforming into dampness that you can't expel no matter what you do. By the way, in recent years, every summer, whenever the frequency of rainy days increases, you are prone to skin conditions like eczema, right? No matter what medicine you use, it doesn't seem to work. It doesn't hurt or itch, but it greatly affects your personal appearance. Am I right?"

Upon hearing this, Mr. Tang nodded slightly without saying anything.

"Before you achieved success, your family, or more precisely, your maternal family, had some regionally distinctive cooking habits. For example, your parents preferred to eat cornmeal, sweet potatoes, and potatoes as their staple food in various ways. And, even after all these years, they still enjoy it quite a bit. They feel uneasy if they don't eat it every few days. Most of your other siblings also have this habit. But... it doesn't quite work for you. To put it bluntly..." At this point, perhaps worried that others might hear something that would be detrimental to President Tang, Bian Mu suddenly stopped talking, took out a black ballpoint pen from her jacket pocket, and then tore off a napkin and wrote a line of small words on it.

"You're ashamed to eat those so-called vulgar foods... so you haven't eaten them at all for years. As a result, your diet has been drastically altered, and now, you're suffering the consequences!" These few lines of writing on the napkin made Mr. Tang feel like he was being pricked by thorns. How uncomfortable!
“Every day, people excrete a lot of waste, both tangible and intangible. Traditional Chinese medicine has a more comprehensive and profound understanding of this, so… some of what I’m saying may not be pleasant to hear, but… it’s good for your health, so please understand, Mr. Tang.” Bian Mu continued to explain with a smile.

"I understand, I understand... No wonder they all say that your medical skills have now surpassed those of Elder Nie and Professor Meng. I didn't believe them before, but now I really do... So... is it easy to treat?"

"Well, massage and herbal medicine will have some effect in the short term, but it won't cure the root cause! I'm convinced that Professor Meng was aware of this long ago, but because of their relationship, she's unlikely to say anything hurtful. She can only try a more tactful approach to slowly treat you. Your condition is already affecting your daily interactions with others, so... it's a bit awkward in many ways," Bian Mu said truthfully in a low voice.

Upon hearing this, Mr. Tang immediately felt extremely uncomfortable all over, especially his back, which was unbearably itchy.

Bian Mu noticed it right away.

"To promote our new drug, I usually carry a few bottles with me. I'll give you a few, Dr. Gong! Could you please go to the restroom and apply some medicine for Mr. Tang?" With that, Bian Mu took the backpack he carried everywhere from the back of the chair, pulled out two bottles of "detoxifying ointment," and handed them to Dr. Gong.

Dr. Gong is so shrewd! She quickly nodded slightly, said nothing, and got up to accompany Mr. Tang to the restroom to apply the medicine.

Bian Mu sat there and ate his food in peace. The food at the five-star hotel was naturally much more delicious, and Bian Mu ate quite a lot of the lighter dishes.

After a while, Dr. Gong accompanied Mr. Tang back to their original seats.

"Your new drug is simply a miracle drug! I wish I had discovered it sooner! Oh dear... I'm just... blurting things out... It works so fast, it's amazing!" Realizing he had misspoke, Mr. Tang quickly tried to explain himself.

"You're too kind! To fully utilize the medicinal properties of this ointment we developed, it's best to supplement it with a walk. I see you've eaten enough, why don't we go up to the terrace and chat for a bit?" Bian Mu suddenly suggested.

Upon hearing this, Mr. Tang felt a great sense of relief.

"Okay, okay! You didn't get to eat well either, Master..."

"Dinner should be light! This way please!" With that, Bian Mu accompanied President Tang to the large terrace not far away.

As soon as he stepped onto the terrace, Bian Mu explained in a deep voice, "President Tang! To be honest, from the perspective of traditional Chinese medicine, it is almost impossible for a person to completely say goodbye to the past!"

Upon hearing this, Mr. Tang broke out in a cold sweat.