Merchant and doctor

Chapter 1922 The Little Patient from the Countryside

Early that morning, Bian Mu had just stepped into his clinic when his phone rang.

Suo Yurong's phone number.

"I need to ask you something!"

"which aspect?"

"Can our line of work accurately predict whether a baby will be a boy or a girl?! Is this just a rumor or is it true?" Suo Yurong suddenly asked these questions on the other end of the phone.

"Well... it depends on the person and the situation. Theoretically speaking... it is indeed feasible to some extent. What?! Someone is trying to get you to do something underhanded again?"

"What are you talking about! A friend of mine has a very well-off in-law family. She gave birth to a little princess two years ago, but her mother-in-law isn't very satisfied and wants to have a grandson. Why don't you help her plan a delivery schedule, like an auspicious time of day?!"

"Nonsense! These things can only be left to nature. The male-to-female ratio must be kept in a relatively natural balance. This is not just empty talk; it directly relates to the social responsibility of professional doctors! Go back now! Besides, these kinds of things are inherently a bit sinister, which is not good for you or your so-called friend. Let's leave it at that. You didn't say anything, and I didn't hear anything."

"Look at you! Your temper has grown since you became famous?! You're not breaking the law or violating regulations, at most you just live a more refined life than the average person, but that's what happens when you have the ability! Right!"

"No way! It violates medical ethics, harms others without benefiting yourself! If you insist on doing this, then you'd better find someone else." On the other end of the phone, Bian Mu sounded rather displeased.

"Tch! I haven't even said anything yet and you're already getting impatient. Just pretend I didn't say anything, you stubborn fool! By the way, our crew is going to Sangong Lake for auditions soon, let's invite Qian Xiaotong over and get together then."

"San Gong Lake?!"

"Yes! What's wrong?"

"It's nothing! We'll talk about it later. By the way, I've been to Sangong Lake a few times. That place is no ordinary place, so you'd better be careful!"

"Thank you for your concern! Talk to you later, bye!" With that, Suo Yurong hung up the phone.

For some reason, Bian Mu was getting more and more annoyed with Suo Yurong. She felt that Suo Yurong was becoming more and more unreasonable. She was a perfectly smart person, but she changed careers like this. Moreover, her thoughts and consciousness would occasionally reveal a bit of evil. If this continued, Bian Mu was worried that Suo Yurong would get some kind of bad disease.

……

After settling into his own consultation room, Bian Mu first checked the assignments of the three young interns. They were so-so, barely passable. Just as Bian Mu was about to give some comments, he looked up and saw Nurse Ye standing at the door waving at him.

Sensing something was wrong, Bian Mu put down her prescription work, waved gently to the three young interns, got up, and went to the door to meet Nurse Ye.

"A patient came in, accompanied by his grandmother and uncle. His condition is rather strange. He's an 11-year-old boy from the countryside. He can't sit up straight, it's congenital, and he can't stand upright. He looks like he has epilepsy with related symptoms. However, he doesn't squint or drool, and he can speak normally. His emotions are relatively stable. We did a preliminary test, and his IQ is only around that of a five or six-year-old. He has slight hand and foot movements, which seems to be related to Wilson's disease, epilepsy, Huntington's disease... but upon closer inspection, it doesn't quite seem like it. But that's not the problem. Looking at their family, it doesn't seem like they can afford treatment in a place like ours. Don't glare at me, it's the truth. The child looks like he doesn't usually have enough to eat or drink. The grandmother speaks fairly well, but the uncle seems to have some difficulty distinguishing words. It's quite strange. How did they find us here?! Could it be..." Nurse Ye stopped there.

"Oh! Is there anything unusual in the surrounding area?"

"Nothing different from usual," Nurse Ye replied softly.

"It's probably pretty much what you guessed. The people behind this are probably in the car right now. It's okay, our cameras work fine. I'll check later to see what number that kid is in line."

"Number 3!"

“He’s likely to startle the other patients. Please arrange for his family to go up to the second floor. I’ll see them first. I’ll explain things to patients number 1 and 2.”

"Hmm! Do we need to make any special preparations?" "No, we probably don't. This kind of illness might not be a big deal to experienced traditional Chinese medicine practitioners. Some medical schools call it 'hysteria' syndrome. Let's get to know it first."

"Then be careful!" After saying that, Nurse Ye asked a few colleagues to help her take the country bumpkin upstairs to wait for his appointment.

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The special consultation room on the second floor is spacious and bright. Fresh flowers are changed every two or three days. There are two oil paintings hanging on the wall, one medium and one small. They are masterpieces by the painter Fang, with themes of waves and cliffs and themes of walking in the forest. The atmosphere is quite nice.

The young patient didn't cry or fuss, but he couldn't put his hands and feet in the right place as he pleased. He would stand up and pace around after sitting for a while, and if he stood for too long, he would find a seat to sit at an angle to rest for a while. He was half-lying down and half-sitting, and he couldn't even straighten his posture. It was obvious that he had been suffering from this illness for many years.

The patient's grandmother seemed like a capable person, at least outwardly she didn't show any signs of illness.

The young patient's uncle was quite tall, over 1.85 meters, with a square face and a somewhat stiff expression. His ruddy complexion suggested he was a laborer who worked outdoors for many years. He had large hands and feet and looked older than his age, being over forty. However, his eyes were unusually bright and clear, suggesting he was a kind-hearted person.

Aside from occasionally giving Bian Mu a fawning smile and nodding, the young patient's uncle rarely spoke.

Not long after, Luo Zhanqi came over with a wooden tray and placed three cups of tea, some snacks, candies, and seasonal fruits on it. The quantity was small, just a token gesture.

Without a doubt, this was Nurse Ye's special arrangement, in case the little boy suddenly had a seizure and Luo Zhanqi could help out.

Bian Muchong winked at Luo Zhanqi, indicating that he could handle the situation and told him to go about his business.

Luo Zhanqi nodded slightly, waited a little longer, and seeing that the little boy did not show any signs of an acute attack, he turned around and went back to his clinic to attend to his business.

"The child's mother has passed away?" Bian Mu asked abruptly.

Upon hearing this, the young patient's grandmother glanced at her son, her eyes filled with disbelief and confusion. Then, her gaze fell on Bian Mu, and she quickly nodded gently.

“My daughter-in-law had a hard life. When her son was four years old, she was caught in a flash flood while working in the fields and was swept away…gone!” The old woman’s eyes reddened as she finished speaking, and then she stopped talking.

The little boy's uncle lowered his head, squatted down, nervously rubbed his hands together a few times, and remained silent.

"Was the child's mother born with a limp? Or did it develop later in life?" Bian Mu asked with a smile.

Upon hearing this, the young patient's grandmother and uncle were quite surprised and stared at Bian Mu in silence for a long time.

"Don't worry! The child has had a hard life, but he's not entirely beyond help. He's just like this anyway. You've probably been exhausted by now, after all these years. Come on! The tea is good, have some tea." As she spoke, Bian Mu stood up and greeted the two parents.

Seeing the two parents sitting there nervously and barely managing to drink a few sips of tea, Bian Mu slowly walked up to the boy, shook his hand in a friendly manner, and the boy seemed to be fairly normal. He knew to respond when you extended your hand, and he knew to switch hands back to his right hand after shaking hands with your left.

At such a young age, his palms were ice-cold and very dry, without a trace of sweat.

"Could you tell me your name?" Bian Mu asked kindly.

“...My name is...Cao...Nianhe...the He in Xiaohe…” The pronunciation wasn’t very clear, but there shouldn’t be any major problems with his mind; he can speak and communicate.

Hearing this, Bian Mu's doubts were immediately cleared up by half.