Merchant and doctor

Chapter 1981 Onion Stalk Bundle Needle

The lower limb infection patient treated by retired TCM doctor Gu Yuefeng lived in a small apartment of less than 80 square meters. The building was neither new nor old, with 11 floors and two elevators. There were six households on each floor. The infected patient lived at the far east end. As soon as Bian Mu stepped out of the elevator lobby, he saw children's toys, electric bicycles that were charging, and broken flower pots that had withered but could not be thrown away. In a word: mess!

Upon entering, the house reeked of a sour smell, similar to kimchi, suggesting that this family's usual eating habits weren't very good.

Every room was filled with all sorts of furniture, clothes, bags, shoes, socks, and various packaging boxes, especially fast food containers, which were the most conspicuous... They were scattered everywhere. The family, who didn't seem poor to begin with, had made their poverty obvious by their mess, and the whole family lived without any sense of order.

Frowning, Bian Mu casually took out a blue medical surgical mask and put it on tightly. To be honest, he was starting to regret getting involved in this mess.

Due to limited financial resources, "Badugao" has never been able to organize a decent after-sales team. Of course, Bian Mu is quite confident in the traditional Chinese medicine he developed.

Dr. Gu mistakenly believed that wearing masks when making outpatient visits was a new standard for medical practice in the future, so he hurriedly took out a disposable surgical mask and put it on. In this way, the two of them did look quite professional.

The patient's injuries were quite serious, and he should be lying in the bedroom right now. The person who came out to answer the door was probably his wife, who was in her sixties and had almost half of her hair turned white. She was sitting up straight, dressed very simply, and didn't talk much. She seemed like a quiet and reserved housewife, and her demeanor was somewhat timid and submissive.

Generally speaking, in such families, the man is the breadwinner and the woman is the homemaker. Throughout the year, the woman doesn't earn much money, and the family's main income depends on the patient. According to Dr. Gu, the man is quite skilled and never has trouble finding patients.

“A weak wife is bound to have a shrewish husband! It seems that this patient must be quite domineering at home, otherwise his wife wouldn’t be living like this. Marrying such a person is unlucky enough! It’s hard for her to have a good life!” His brows furrowed even more as he spoke a few polite words to the patient’s wife in a kind tone.

There's no one else at home; they're probably all eating out around lunchtime. The only time the whole family can get together is around dinnertime to chat about the various interesting things they experienced or heard during the day.

The three of them filed into the master bedroom. Wow! The smell of smoke, alcohol, and some other unidentified odors were all mixed together and it smelled terrible!
"You're so sick and you're still smoking?! Put it out!" Unable to contain herself, Bian Mu directly scolded the man.

"Wow! You're really something! You finally managed to invite Master Bian into the house. Doctor Bian! I've heard your medical skills are amazing!" Despite his polite words, the man showed no intention of putting out his cigarette.

With a slight flick of the whip, Bian Mu suddenly made a move, using the "sleeve whip" hidden on his left wrist to flick, roll, and wrap the cigarette that the patient was holding in his mouth. In a flash, he threw it into a discarded packaging box not far away.

The "sleeve whip" was wielded with more dexterity and speed than an elephant's trunk; such keen eyesight and skillful technique seemed unbelievable to laymen!
The three people present were stunned. They couldn't see what kind of magic trick Bian Mu had performed. They only knew that the cigarette butt had been extinguished and thrown quite accurately.

The patient, having traveled extensively, had some experience and knowledge. In a moment of shock, he instinctively realized that he had encountered a formidable figure.

Doctor Gu didn't even see what move Bian Mu used. The "sleeve whip" only flashed in front of his eyes for a moment, and he thought he was hallucinating because of his old eyes.

The patient's wife had no idea that the cigarette butt had been knocked away by the handsome young doctor. Seeing the cigarette butt on the ground, a rare sight, a smile appeared on her lips. She quickly went to the windowsill and opened all the windows to let in some fresh air.

"Dr. Gu mentioned...you had liver surgery a few years ago?" Bian Mu leaned forward unintentionally, but it was better to keep some distance. To be honest, that man was quite annoying. Apart from his bright eyes, his appearance and demeanor clearly indicated he wasn't a good person; his eyes and brows exuded an unreasonable and domineering air. It seemed that this guy's skills might have been quite excellent when he was younger. In any case, he was someone who made a living through his skills.

"That's ancient history! There was a little dispute at the construction site, a group fight, and I ended up with some minor injuries. The doctor said I needed surgery, that's all. It's been years, and it doesn't hurt or itch anymore. Why?! Is it bothering my leg injury now?!"

“External injury? That’s alright! But… with your excessive smoking and drinking, your liver is still somewhat toxic! Listen carefully, the liver toxicity I’m talking about is a concept from Traditional Chinese Medicine, which is completely different from hepatitis or similar conditions in Western medicine. Don’t confuse the two! Also, even in the dead of winter, when you were young, what kind of work did you do without socks?! You often waded through water, mud, and slurry barefoot… what kind of work was that?!” Bian Mu asked in a deep voice.

"Yes, I've always been hot-blooded and prone to anger since I was a kid! You guys don't know! Wearing shoes and socks makes it difficult to work properly, and they get in the way. Actually, on the construction site... a lot of brothers are like me, they only put on shoes and socks when they finish work. What?! That's not allowed either?!"

"No wonder you have such severe dampness and toxins in your body! They all went through the three Yin channels of the body fluids. It was quick and easy at the time, but as you get older and your Yang energy declines, you're starting to feel the strain. So... it's not that the hospital's treatment plan was wrong, but rather that the order of treatment was not quite right. The reason why those bacteria in your blood couldn't be suppressed is mainly because of those dampness and toxins. Moreover, looking at your medical report, your external injury infection is not just a simple bacterial infection, but also a combined viral infection. I have a question for you. You don't need to explain too much, just nod or shake your head. Anyway, there's no one else in the room except your wife and Dr. Gu. You shouldn't mind, right?"

Upon hearing this, a look of deep surprise appeared on the man's face. In all his life, this was the first time he had ever seen such a powerful doctor. In addition, Bian Mu's whip had already drained six or seven tenths of his madness, so he had basically given in.

"I trust you! No problem! Go ahead and ask!"

“It’s true that you got injured while getting your toenail trimmed, but about a month before that, you were already feeling a bit unwell. You didn’t mention it to anyone, just searched online, bought some medicine at the pharmacy to calm it down, and felt like it wasn’t a big deal. In the end, you didn’t go to the hospital for a checkup. Am I right?” Bian Mu asked in a deep voice.

Upon hearing this, the man completely chickened out, his brows furrowed as he nodded slightly.

"Okay! I understand! Come on! Take his pulse!" With that, Bian Mu walked up to the man, sat down on the edge of the bed, and took his pulse.

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Without saying a word, Bian Mu put on his examination gloves and carefully examined the remaining wounds on the man's feet for a long time.

Bian Mu brought a lot of test strips with him, all of which were homemade by the clinic and were for traditional Chinese medicine. Bian Mu first applied some Chinese anesthetic powder to the man, and then used a scalpel to widen the wound that could not be completely healed. The man was quite tough and insisted on watching coldly without showing any fear.

I've used about half of all the test strips, and the conclusion is basically clear.

"We need to get a scallion tube cluster injection, which might be a little uncomfortable. But since you seem pretty strong-willed, we won't use painkillers!" Bian Mu explained with a smile.

"Whatever! I trust you! Do whatever you want, the worst that can happen is this, thank you for your hard work!" Well! The man actually seemed very polite.

With a smile, Bian Mu sent the man's wife to the kitchen to get a scallion.