Merchant and doctor

Chapter 1999 Substitute Needle
While one might find it difficult to accept, objectively speaking... Lu Shiyuan's actual clinical medical skills are not low. He is capable of handling the daily operations of the Traditional Chinese Medicine Department at Huikang Hospital. Of course, this is related to his strong interpersonal communication skills, not solely to his superb TCM medical skills.

Dean Lu was clearly several levels above Lu Shiyuan, a fact that Bian Mu never questioned in the slightest.

For a skilled practitioner of traditional Chinese medicine, it is not difficult to make a diagnosis of disorders such as sleep disorder, emotional disharmony, and liver qi imbalance caused by the separation of mind and body. However, it seems that Dean Lu has not touched on this area, at least not in the medical records.

There are some things... things that are quite embarrassing among colleagues, things that Bian Mu would never easily say.

In the local TCM community, Dean Lu's consultation fees are quite high, reportedly approaching those of Nie Yixiong. However, patients and their families are happy to pay, as everyone knows that Dean Lu uses most of his daily income for poverty alleviation and assistance.

It is said that Dean Lu has a very good reputation for his medical skills. For many years, he has helped students from poor families to make a living by learning traditional Chinese medicine. In addition, Dean Lu has been committed to improving and building the rural traditional Chinese medicine medical system for many years. For decades, he has devoted himself to this cause, contributing manpower and funds, traveling around, and never giving up!

Compared to his senior teacher, Bian Mu's life had already been tainted with a lot of "snobbery and materialism." Whenever he thought of this, Bian Mu felt quite ashamed. No, he was genuinely guilty!
There were some things he really couldn't bring himself to say to such a kind-hearted and highly skilled senior teacher.

Clearing her throat gently, Bian Mu had no choice but to take a roundabout approach.

"Professor Lu! Was this medical record compiled by your assistant or student?"

A renowned doctor is never short of assistants and favorite students, all vying to have Dean Lu handle all the miscellaneous tasks perfectly!
Although Bian Mu is not a remarkable person, he currently has three young interns under his supervision. However, he always types and organizes his own medical records and case files by hand, and never asks others to do it for him. Nurse Xiao Sun, relying on her long-time relationship with the museum owner, has tried to do the work of organizing medical records and case files for him several times, but Bian Mu immediately refused.

Bian Mu knew that Nurse Sun was the kind of person who would take advantage of anyone who was too proud to admit anything. She would never easily give in when it came to serious business matters. Moreover, she knew that Master Bian always had the habit of keeping work notes. If that guy leaked them out... who knew how his enemies would use them to their advantage!

"Oh! Xiao Zhang usually handles everything for me. I've never been a very fast typist. I understand what you mean. Diagnoses like 'dissociation' are a bit sensitive... Young people these days are a bit like that; they easily confuse traditional Chinese medicine concepts with Western medicine concepts. Ultimately, it's the patient's identity that's sensitive, so... I only handwrote a few lines on the key medical records. Since we've come this far, is there any better treatment plan...? I would be grateful if you would be so kind as to offer your guidance!"

"You're joking, old man. Even gods and ghosts are afraid of needles. From my perspective, how about we try acupuncture first?" Bian Mu replied in a relaxed tone.

"But... my hands... it's been like this for six or seven years now, and I haven't dared to mention it to anyone. They shake terribly... especially when I'm doing this kind of acupuncture. So... but I don't want you to have direct contact with that patient. Don't misunderstand, you haven't been famous for long, and I really don't want to cause you any trouble. Can you give me some other suggestions?"

"Is it inconvenient for Professor Qi Shangqi?" Bian Mu asked casually.

"He hasn't been doing it for a while now, and most of the time his assistants and students do it for him. Besides, we don't get along very well. He teases me behind my back for being fame-seeking, and I say he's vain... Sigh! What are you talking about! Please excuse me!"

Bian Mu responded with a smile to show his deep understanding.

"Well... if all else fails... we recently hired a traditional Chinese medicine doctor. Looking at his resume, he's a general practitioner, but he has a special life experience and is a bit rusty. I haven't given him a prescription yet. He's currently helping out at our branch. He's definitely skilled, but I don't know how good he is in acupuncture. If he takes over, there might be a chance for things to turn around."

"Reliable?" Upon hearing this, Dean Lu's eyes lit up, and he quickly asked.

"Not bad! He's from out of town and hasn't made a name for himself yet. He's uninhibited and should meet your standards." Bian Mu seemed to know a lot, and at this moment, he generously and subtly mentioned a few of Dean Lu's unspoken concerns.

Every profession has its taboos, and this is especially true for traditional Chinese medicine. A slight oversight could easily plant a landmine for one's own downfall! Any renowned TCM doctor with a modicum of knowledge will be extra cautious when dealing with special patients. "Then... let's ask him to go and try?" Dean Lu replied hesitantly.

"If you're not in a hurry, I'll test Doctor Dian first. He shares the same surname as Dian Wei, a famous general from the Three Kingdoms period!"

"Really? Then I'm truly in trouble, Master! I'll definitely show my interest once this is done!"

"No, no! If you come across any poverty alleviation projects in the future... if I am qualified, please let me know, and I would like to do my part!"

Upon hearing this, Dean Lu's eyes lit up, and he quickly replied, "Definitely, definitely! I actually wanted to contact you before, but then they said... that you're a bit of a character and not so easy to talk to. Now it seems that was just a rumor!"

"You're too kind! I happen to have some 'Mind-Stabilizing Pills' left. The ingredients are quite good, and the craftsmanship is truly unique. If you'd like them, just give me your address, and I'll deliver them to you after get off work tomorrow at noon!"

Upon hearing this, Dean Lu was naturally overjoyed.

"I've long heard that you're skilled in both medicine and medicine, Master. The medicines you produce must be extraordinary. If it's convenient, shall we go and pick them up?"

"No problem! Well... I'll take my colleagues home first. Thank you for following us, driver!"

"Then I won't stand on ceremony with you!" With that, Dean Lu politely saw Bian Muli off the car and casually gave him a fine umbrella that was custom-made overseas. It was a gift from an overseas colleague, and Dean Lu usually didn't use it. The only time he carried it with him was when his wife specially arranged for it.

……

That morning, Bian Mu called Dian Shuhua beforehand, saying that they would go out for breakfast together, and Luo Zhanqi also went along.

It was still early. After putting down his phone, Dian Shuhua felt that the curator's arrangement must have something to do. He frowned slightly and pondered for a moment, but couldn't figure out what it was all about. Fortunately, he was always straightforward, and after a few thoughts flashed through his mind, he stopped racking his brains.

……

"Maixiang Renjia" is a popular online restaurant specializing in steamed shumai in clear broth, beef and mutton drinks, accompanied by crab roe broth and homemade special pickles. It has a great reputation and has been a favorite of locals in Lijin for decades. If you go late, there are no seats available.

Luo Zhanqi arrived early and reserved three seats. The old shopkeeper, respecting his expertise in bone setting, politely moved the other regular customers to other tables. The side dishes were free, the crab roe soup was complimentary, and they only charged for the shumai.

The three of them chatted while eating.

As we were eating, a small, bright green bird suddenly landed on the corner of the table. It was about half the size of an adult's palm, with a pair of very bright reddish-brown feathers on its head. The long feathers made the bird look quite dashing. But for some reason, the bird looked very listless. Was it injured? Or was it hungry?

Bian Mu and the other two watched curiously for a few moments, not daring to make a loud noise, lest they frighten the pretty little bird into fainting on the dining table.