Merchant and doctor

Chapter 1966 The Disease of Soul Separation
Seeing the painter's puzzled expression, Bian Mu smiled and explained.

"A person's energy is ultimately limited. No matter how strong you are, you can't be distracted for long periods of time. In a public high school, with both the middle school and college entrance exams, how could a vice-principal in his position have a leisurely life?! In his spare time, he puts all his energy into oil painting and toy polishing. Over time, I doubt he's practiced any martial arts, let alone any breathing exercises. How has he managed to keep going all these years?! Is he even stronger than me?! Right!"

"Oh! I see... then is it easy to treat?"

"Well... it's not that difficult to treat, but it's difficult to treat... that's because there are many concerns!" Bian Mu replied with a smile.

"Concerns?! Are you referring to your side?" Painter Fang asked with a smile.

“That’s right! Although the patient’s wife betrayed me back then and hurt me quite a bit, there are some things… I don’t want to go too far, but… if I keep compromising, it’s too much trouble and effort, so… if I really treat him properly, the two of them will most likely get divorced, and… once this matter is exposed, it will definitely spread like wildfire within a certain range, and the two of them will have a rather difficult life in the second half of their lives…” Bian Mu explained with a smile.

"I see... From a doctor's perspective, the only thing to do is save lives first!" Painter Fang said with a smile.

"This is how it is according to general medical ethics. So, whatever choice the patient's wife ultimately made!"

"There's a choice?!" Curious, the painter Fang asked with a smile.

“Life is full of choices, but most people don’t understand this. They may seem shrewd on the surface, but in our eyes they’re just ordinary people…” After all, Fang the painter was in the art world, so Bian Mu naturally didn’t want to get too involved in things that were too worldly.

"Tell me! From a woman's perspective, what choice could Nurse Lin possibly have?!"

"Her... although she can't compare to Sister Ye, her professional skills are still quite remarkable in the nursing circle. She's not that old either. Anyway, her husband is already like this, so we can just let nature take its course. In the future... at worst, she can remarry. With her shrewdness, finding a decent career elite wouldn't be difficult!" Bian Mu told the truth.

"What kind of talk is that! After all, we were husband and wife... You're just saying the opposite of what you mean!" Painter Fang got a little angry at that moment.

“I’m serious! Let’s look at it another way. I… I’ll expose this whole thing. Nurse Lin definitely won’t believe me. You have to see the people and the facts! When we get there, the toy company and the people are all alive and well. It couldn’t be more real. With her personality, could she accept that?! She’ll have no choice but to divorce him, and then she’ll remarry. From your perspective as women, what will she think then?! Right? Her later life will definitely be a bit turbulent! But… even if her husband is completely free, he’ll definitely lose his job, but he’ll recover physically and mentally, and he can spend the rest of his life with his sweetheart. From our perspective as doctors, that’s a fair outcome! You came to me to treat your family member, and I cured him! As for your little family breaking up, that’s not really my problem!” Bian Mu made a realistic prediction.

Upon hearing this, the painter Fang fell silent, lost in thought.
Bian Mu continued drinking his winter melon and matsutake mushroom soup with his head down.

"You've become a traditional Chinese medicine practitioner... Sigh! What's the point of living your life anyway! I support you in helping that vice principal. After all, art is interconnected. Since things are already like this, we can only focus on one aspect for now! By the way, I passed by the other day and noticed that your museum looks a bit empty. How about... I rent a place upstairs to paint?"

"Look at what you're saying, why bother renting at all! Pick any floor except the first one, you know? The effects of art therapy are actually quite amazing. Strictly speaking, you're kind of my medical assistant!"

Upon hearing this, the painter Fang was overjoyed.

"Then I'll really choose it!"

"I'll be waiting anytime. Just let Dr. Gong know when you've chosen a place. However... you'll have to pay for whatever you need to buy and how you want to renovate it yourself."

"Of course! So it's settled then?"

"Here's the key. I have a spare key. You can come anytime you want. My colleagues and I will warmly welcome you!" "Thank you, thank you so much! Although I've almost fully recovered, I still feel a bit weak. Spending more time at your place, absorbing some of the medicinal aroma, will help me recover even faster!"

"Given your actual condition back then, it's already a miracle that you've recovered to this state. Take it slow, these things can't be rushed!" Bian Mu said with a smile, reassuring the painter Fang.

The painter smiled but remained silent.

……

Based on the address printed on the toy sample provided by Nurse Lin, Bian Mu found an idle person through Grandpa Yang, a vendor at the "Flower Field Ghost Market," to do a "quick job." Bian Mu used some cash from the shopping card that Nurse Lin had given him to pay the idle person the required fee.

That person was very helpful; the relevant photos and videos were sent over very quickly.

The woman looked to be in her early thirties. She was tall, with delicate features, and her demeanor was definitely more artistic than Nurse Lin's. Moreover, although the toy company she independently ran wasn't very large, its after-tax profits were quite considerable each year.

It's unclear who paid for the house; perhaps it was a joint purchase by the two. It's a small villa of less than 300 square meters, exquisite and elegant, decorated inside and out like a fairytale world.

It turns out that Nurse Lin's husband is quite romantic.

Although she hadn't met the patient in person yet, Bian Muxin was fairly certain that Nurse Lin's husband was suffering from "soul separation syndrome".

……

That evening, after much deliberation, Bian Mu finally called Nurse Lin to invite her to the clinic for a chat. Disliking her usual behavior, Bian Mu naturally had no intention of treating her to a meal.

Having taken a day off, Nurse Lin drove hurriedly to the clinic.

"You haven't eaten yet, have you? It's on me! You can pick any place you like!" Nurse Lin seemed quite excited, guessing that Bian Mu had already finalized the treatment plan.

"I don't have much of an appetite, but the pastries here are really good. Try a few pieces first. We're all family here, so I won't stand on ceremony. Our homemade fruit tea not only doesn't affect sleep, but it also helps to calm the nerves and promote sleep!" As she spoke, Bian Mu invited Nurse Lin to try the exquisite pastries that the Traditional Chinese Medicine Clinic had specially ordered from a particular merchant.

Nurse Lin happily sampled a few pieces and naturally praised them highly.

"Let me tell you a story first. I wonder if you'd be interested in hearing it?" Suddenly, Bian Mu suggested telling Nurse Lin a story.

"I'm all ears!" Seeing that Bian Mu was in a good mood, Nurse Lin guessed that her husband was alright, and that he would be fine after taking some herbal medicine and getting acupuncture.

“There’s a pretty big company in Lijin City, a high-tech company with a pretty big annual output value. There’s an engineer in this company, who looks to be in his early forties. One day, without any warning, he suddenly disappeared. And he was gone for 19 years. In the 20th year, this male engineer suddenly called his wife and daughter at home, saying that he had made some money and wanted to share some with his daughter.”

Upon hearing this, Nurse Lin froze, vaguely sensing that there must be something harmful to her hidden behind this story. However, upon closer examination, she had no basis for her suspicions; it was purely a feeling.