Merchant and doctor

Chapter 1904 Sometimes it's necessary to be conservative.

Around 8 p.m., at the small restaurant in the old Wu family residence.

Bian Mu ate with great relish the pumpkin, millet, and red date porridge, steamed buns, and two stir-fried dishes, one meat and one vegetable.

“I spend so much time explaining to all sorts of patients, how many of them actually understand?! It wastes my regular clinic time and their time, it’s really not very meaningful… Since we have such a great high-tech company like Bi’s, why not design and assemble a pulse image display device?! Just add a printer, swish swish swish… print out the images and show them to the patients, how intuitive! Uncle Liang and Dr. Ning can use it too! But… promoting new concepts is no small matter… should I write a few decent papers and publish them first?” Thinking of this, Bian Mu’s chopsticks paused on the edge of the plate.

Inspired by the questions raised by the female lawyer surnamed Wang, Bian Mu plans to add some high-tech new equipment.

There are always too many trivial matters to attend to, and it's easy to forget important things if you're not careful. This time, Bian Mu dared not be careless again. He quickly got up and went into the study, took a stack of blank medical record sheets and a ballpoint pen, placed them on the dining table, and started writing and drawing on the blank medical record sheets while chewing on a steamed bun...

Having finished eating and with the basic framework of thought largely in place, Bian Mu found the increasingly rich clinical experience at hand to be extremely important. She also had a good habit of taking notes regularly. After briefly outlining the main points, Bian Mu gradually realized that there were no problems on Bi's side, and there were no problems on her side either. At most, Professor Duan Hongyi would need to put in a little more effort to help her connect the new hardware and software.

The nanny recommended by Dr. Gong was very competent, and the Duan family's little girl was taken very well. In the past few days, Ms. Duan has been calling from time to time to say that her precious daughter's grades have been steadily improving, and her relationship with her classmates has become much more harmonious. She also invites her classmates to her home to play for a while and do homework together.

Teacher Duan said he wanted to give the female nanny a raise.

The nanny's salary had always been paid by Bian Mu's self-established pharmaceutical studio. The salary details were all accounted for through the company's accounts, and all the procedures were in order. The sales prospects of the new drug were quite optimistic, so this amount of money was not worth mentioning at all.

Duan Hongyi repeatedly stated that his current monthly income was already quite substantial, enough to pay the housekeeper's salary, and hoped that he would pay the housekeeper's salary, but Bian Mu consistently refused.

Over the phone, Bian Mu disagreed with giving the nanny a raise, saying that every profession has its own rules, and it would be bad for both parties to give her a raise easily. In addition, Bian Mu suggested that Duan Hongyi read the Tao Te Ching more often, as it explains the principle of not giving raises arbitrarily in a very clear way.

After taking a break, Bian Mu got up and went to the kitchen to wash the dishes. While working, Bian Mu was thinking about how to make sure that Duan Hongyi didn't help him build a new pulse diagnosis imaging device out of friendship. Instead, he wanted to have a proper business-to-business, studio-to-studio collaboration with clear pricing.

The lesson of Fan Sanqiao is still fresh in Bian Mu's mind, and he has to be on guard.

It's obvious that Bian Mu's personal business is progressing very smoothly, and the amount of money involved will only become larger and larger in the future. This haphazard approach, which is neither friendly nor business-like, will inevitably cause a lot of trouble sooner or later, and he and Duan Hongyi may even drift apart and break up.

In this regard, Qi Yuewei and Lu Yisi seem to be more rational in their approach, and Bian Mu feels that she should learn from them.

Just as Bian Mu was pondering this, her phone rang from the living room.

After drying her hands, Bian Mu returned to the living room and picked up her phone to take a look.

Professor Mi called. "The clinical data summary for the new drug is out, and it's even better than expected. This morning I went to a meeting in Beiqi, where an expert raised a sensitive topic about the drug, asking whether it could potentially fill the medical gap caused by the long-term use of antibiotics, especially in the area of ​​trauma. I don't have the data, so I didn't say much. So, what do you think? How about upgrading it? Is it possible to reach the level they hope for?" Professor Mi asked directly on the phone.

"It's highly unlikely. Putting aside other factors, firstly, the clinical trial period is too short, and the overall data won't be sufficient; secondly, the drug's research and development is very low-level, always limited to the small-scale, hand-made level. It can't even fill the efficacy gaps in high-level, mature anti-inflammatory drugs, let alone antibiotics. So... you can just take what they say with a grain of salt. Besides, once the clinical use reaches a certain scale, the design flaws of this new drug might surface. I've always had contingency plans for this. I think it's best for us to remain silent on this matter. Don't laugh at me, but even though the sales prospects seem so optimistic, I've been holding them back from large-scale production because I'm afraid something might go wrong and cause everyone a mess." On the other end of the phone, Bian Mu explained his concerns in detail.

At certain times, Bian Mu had to remind himself from time to time: it's better to be conservative and safe.

"You're so mature for your age... or maybe you just know more about the new drug you've developed. Never mind! But... since someone at such a high-level conference has already mentioned this new drug, it can't be that simple. We still need to hurry up and write the relevant papers. Send them over so I can have them take a look. Once they're almost done, you and I can co-author a few papers. No objections, right?"

"Thank you for your timely guidance. It is an honor for me to co-author a paper with you!" Bian Mu quickly expressed his gratitude on the other end of the phone.

Professor Mi could casually mention "let's touch it," but Bian Mu couldn't understand it that way. He knew all too well how many senior researchers, massive databases, and error verification Professor Mi would have to mobilize... Bian Mu was still far from being able to handle that kind of high-level academic operation!
Professor Mi's promotion this time can be described as a "super promotion"!
"Don't try to use those smooth talk from outsiders. Focusing on doing your job well is more important than anything else. If you encounter any difficulties, just tell me!"

"I will do my best! There's something going on recently..." As he spoke, Bian Mu gave a brief report on his plan to design a pulse imaging display device over the phone.

"Is it just for the clinic's own use? Or are they planning to develop it for commercial use and launch it on the market in the future?"

"Currently, it is only for our clinic's own use. Commercial development is out of the question. Our manpower, material resources, and financial resources are far from sufficient. I have no intention of making money through this small piece of equipment."

"I see... I support you. Just let me know if you need any help." On the other end of the phone, Professor Mi clearly supported Bian Mu in making the new equipment first.

"Everything else is fine, but as for the theoretical premise... should I prepare a few decent papers to support it?"

"Of course! Just send me the draft to my email when it's almost done."

"I'm causing trouble for you!"

Don't be so polite! Is there anything else?

"That's all... You should get some rest!" With that, Bian Mu hung up the phone.

Just now, Bian Mu had intended to ask Professor Mi for her opinion on whether her colleagues in the industry would accept her taking over part of the Cen family's medical clinic's premises in the near future. But then she thought, how could she possibly ask her for her opinion on such a personal matter?
Back in the kitchen, Bian Mu tidied up inside and out for a long time. She then stood on the balcony and practiced her internal breathing exercises for a while, only stopping when she felt her feet were covered in sweat.