Merchant and doctor

Chapter 1976 If it's not above the knee, it's easy to handle.
Bian Mu always felt that the fake translator was a bad person, and she might not listen to what some people said. However, as a professional doctor, and considering that the translator would have to make a living in the future, Bian Mu had to fulfill her medical duties and try her best to get rid of the evil thoughts in her heart.

“You’re still young and inexperienced! I believe your two relatives will listen to some of what I’m saying! Listen to me, you three saw it just now, that gold bracelet used to frame someone doesn’t look ordinary at all. It’s definitely not something that an ordinary craftsman could make. And those evil things inside, which of you has ever seen them before?!” As she spoke, Bian Mu looked up at the woman’s two relatives.

“Xiaoru! Dr. Bian is absolutely right! When I saw those strange things just now, I broke out in a cold sweat. Seriously! I’m not exaggerating, they were so eerie! We’re just an ordinary family, our power is limited. We can only keep our distance from such evil things, what else can we do?!” The woman’s aunt had some experience, and immediately understood what Bian Mu meant. She quickly followed up on Bian Mu’s words and comforted her niece.

"Exactly! Can't you tell?! Dr. Bian is no ordinary person! Think about it, without any instruments, he just glanced at you and saw that the damn bracelet on your wrist wasn't solid. Ask around the streets, who else has that kind of eye?! Just listen to Dr. Bian! Otherwise, you'll regret it later!" For some reason, the seemingly refined male relative suddenly got angry and sternly reprimanded the woman.

Hearing her two relatives openly siding with Bian Mu, the woman immediately fell silent.

"Those two are just worried sick, afraid you'll fall into someone else's trap again. Don't mind them! We're all doing this for your own good! Listen to me... Your best friend might have a 'wicked doctor' around her. 'Wicked' in 'wicked,' it could be professional, or it could be intentional. That person has been exposed to a lot of unorthodox practices in traditional Chinese medicine, which is why this happened. If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I would have thought it was just an old-fashioned custom. It's really surprising that in this day and age, there are still people practicing such evil arts to harm people! As for you, your abilities are limited, you're no match for that person. If you really want to take it seriously... they have plenty of ways to plot against you!" At the end, Bian Mu deliberately warned the woman in a heavy tone.

"Well... alright then! She's lucky! But... I've worn it for so many years, how bad is it?! Is there any way to fix it?" As she spoke, the woman's voice trembled with a hint of tears.

"Don't worry, there will definitely be some damage, but luckily you're young! Most of it has already been metabolized, and the remaining little will be eliminated by strengthening your spleen. So... lotus seeds, Job's tears, and yam—choose the best long yam, 50g each—steamed in a pressure cooker! Not too thick, not too thin. You might be a little clumsy at first, but that's okay, it'll be fine once it's cooked. Eat it in three meals, morning, noon, and night! Also, to enhance the effect, it's best to take this food therapy with some winter melon soup each time. Winter melon, celery, and soybeans—nothing else, no salt, sugar, or other seasonings! Just use that soup to take the food therapy. Oh, and it's best to pick out all the celery and eat it all. After about seven or eight months, you'll be fine. You'll find that the constipation that has bothered you for years has naturally disappeared." Bian Mu patiently explained.

Hearing this, the woman's expression softened somewhat.

"Okay, okay! Thank you, Dr. Bian! By the way, some of the test results from the hospital are in, and they are almost exactly the same as what you said. The doctor even said, 'How come someone so young has such a blockage?'... I'll come to you for treatment again in the future!" the woman pleaded.

“My suggestion is this… wait until all the test results are out before we talk about it. If it’s necessary to resolve this at the hospital in the future, we will not choose surgery or IV drips. We can discuss other treatment methods in detail later, okay?” Bian Mu explained with a smile.

"Okay, okay! I'll do whatever you say!"

Afterwards, Bian Mu warned the fake translator again not to contact that so-called best friend anymore, as it would be better for both of them.

The fake translator finally understood and nodded vigorously in agreement, like a chicken pecking at rice. It seemed she was quite frightened this time.

After politely seeing the three fake translators off, Bian Mu made a point of instructing Dr. Gong and Painter Fang a few words, asking them to keep the fake translator a secret and not to reveal a single word about the gold bracelet to anyone else.

……

At noon that day, an autumn rain fell from the sky and continued to fall for the entire morning. Before we knew it, a cool autumn chill had gradually crept into the streets and alleys of Lijin City.

Bian Mu intended to visit the branch clinic and, while he was there, treat Luo Zhanqi and Dian Shuhua to a meal. They could all get together and discuss the obvious problems at the branch. Some things needed to be addressed soon to avoid unnecessary doctor-patient conflicts in the future; their good reputation needed to be maintained together. After leaving the clinic, Bian Mu hadn't walked far along the street when he noticed a man with an umbrella on the side of the green belt, seemingly observing him.

Bian Mu subconsciously turned her head and glanced around, but didn't see anyone nearby. Could it be... that the man knew her?
Bian Mu smiled at the man in a friendly manner, thinking that he might be a patient's family member she had met before. It was just a chance encounter on the street, and it was enough to show each other goodwill.

Unexpectedly, as soon as the man saw that Bian Mu recognized him, he immediately put on a happy face and walked quickly towards him.

"We meet again. My surname is Gu, Gu Yuefeng. I run a clinic in this neighborhood. I saw you were too busy this morning, so I didn't want to bother you. I figured you'd be getting off work soon, so I waited here for a while." The man introduced himself with a cheerful smile.

"Oh... Dr. Gu, hello! Is there something you need?"

"It's a bit of a problem, actually it's my problem, but... since I'm using the 'detoxifying ointment' developed here... I'd like to ask Master Bian for help. That person is quite pitiful, and if it's not too much trouble, it would be best if you could help him..." The male doctor surnamed Gu looked somewhat troubled and respectfully explained his purpose.

Dr. Gu looked to be in his sixties, probably not over 65. He must have been working after retirement, which is why he rented a place on the street to open a clinic. Judging from his tone, Bian Mu should have seen him when he attended a meeting at Sangong Lake. However, there were too many people at the time, and Bian Mu really couldn't remember where Dr. Gu was sitting.

“It’s inconvenient to talk business in the rain. You haven’t eaten yet, have you? Let me treat you. Let’s find a place to eat and chat.” Bian Mu said politely with a smile.

"It's getting cold, and I can't stand not eating. I just had a bowl of noodles at home. You eat yours, and I'll just keep you company."

"Then let's find a teahouse. We can eat something vegetarian so our stomachs aren't empty. This way, please!" With that, Bian Mu gestured to the old doctor surnamed Gu and led him toward a teahouse they were familiar with.

To be honest, Bian Mu was not very willing to invite other colleagues to his clinic to discuss business; it was considered unlucky!
……

The aroma of tea filled the air, and the vegetarian snacks were delicious. Dr. Gu also tried a few bites and kept praising how well the vegetarian snacks were made.

"A few days ago, I saw a patient, a man, about two or three years older than me, with a son and a daughter. Although they're both married, alas! He's useless; even in his old age, he still has to work to support his two children. The old man is a technician, the kind who works as a foreman on construction sites. He always has a habit of getting his feet trimmed after get off work. Unfortunately, he got cut and infected by the pedicure knife. His instep and calf have turned black, but the sole is still okay. He couldn't get proper treatment at other hospitals, so a fellow villager introduced him to me. I took it upon myself to use some of our local 'detoxifying ointment,' but unexpectedly, it worsened. Originally, it was just a darkening of the skin, not much swelling, but recently it suddenly swelled up. I've tried all sorts of methods, but nothing works. Could you please help me with this?"

Hearing this, Bian Mu asked solemnly, "Is the black infection above the knee?"

"No, not really. It's about two-thirds of the way down my calf, definitely not past the knee!"

Hearing this, Bian Mu felt much relieved.