Merchant and doctor

Chapter 2049 Let's polish it slowly

The "New Concept" Traditional Chinese Medicine Clinic, the TCM Department of "Huikang" Hospital, and the street-side TCM clinics, all under Bian Mu's leadership, belong to three different TCM medical entities, three different medical philosophies, and three different business models. Over time, doctors in each place have naturally developed their own different medical habits, whether intentionally or unintentionally. Now, due to various circumstances, they have all suddenly come together under the "New Concept" Traditional Chinese Medicine Clinic. Conflicts of interest, ideological clashes, and anxieties are inevitable. As the person in charge of all the clinics, if Bian Mu cannot do his best to resolve some of these conflicts beforehand, it would be better for the clinics not to have been brought together in the first place than to hastily open and be forced to close in the future.

A person's energy is ultimately limited. Bian Mu is so busy all day long that he hardly has time to go shopping or have a meal with Qi Yuewei. Of course, Qi Yuewei is even busier than him. At the end of the year, the Qi family has to settle many accounts. Occasionally, they can only talk for a few minutes when they make a phone call. At most, they just keep in touch to prevent their feelings from fading over time.

Therefore, Bian Mu had long ago made up his mind: if it was really necessary to open the second and third branches, he would absolutely not interfere in the daily management. He didn't have the time or energy to do so, and he didn't know who he would be busy working for all day.

Bian Mu is only responsible for supervising the direction of medical practice in each branch, but also has the obligation to supervise the medical ethics and conduct of all new colleagues. If any abnormality is found, he must be able to correct it or even punish it. If all else fails, he must also improve the expulsion mechanism. All aspects must be considered carefully.

As for profit sharing, Bian Mu initially plans not to take any dividends for the first two years, as a way of supporting his colleagues. Some things can't be judged solely by cash or physical goods. If the "Digital Medicine" school can truly stand firm, its profits will far exceed a few million in annual revenue.

To put it in a slightly more noble way, Bian Mu has done his part for society and made a real contribution to the development of traditional Chinese medicine in Lijin. At least a hundred years from now, he can leave some useful reference for future generations.

Unlike Sun Zhengting's group of doctors, the composition of TCM practitioners running clinics on the street is much more diverse. Those with real skills are often not very obedient. Wasn't that Dr. Han just not respecting Bian Mu? Conversely, the more law-abiding practitioners are often mediocre in their skills. For them at their age, it would be quite difficult to improve their skills further.

Having finally managed to get together, Bian Mu was determined to listen closely to what these colleagues were really thinking...

As she listened, Bian Mu gradually became disappointed.

In Bian Mu's view, professions like doctors, teachers, and lawyers, which rely on academic qualifications, skills, character, knowledge, and values, shouldn't be so vulgar. However... as he ate his food, Bian Mu felt that the atmosphere among his colleagues was still quite shrewd and unsophisticated. It was obvious that these people had sought help from Gu Yuefeng to join his clinic mainly to make a better living. The core content of the "Digital Medicine" school, the positive impact it would have on their medical careers, and the potential improvement in their professional skills seemed to be of little concern to anyone.

Gu Yuefeng seemed to sense that Bian Mu looked down on everyone present, so he lowered his voice and said a few words: "At your age, with elderly parents to care for and young children to raise, year after year... sigh! Before you know it, life has worn you down to this state..."

"That's true, but... doctors are a special profession, quite different from those who run supermarkets, grocery stores, or restaurants on the street... They need to have ambition, methods, and core skills in their work... I think everyone's almost finished eating. You can talk to them more later. Like today... the joint clinic definitely can't open. It's inconvenient for our signboard to be hung next to theirs." Bian Mu replied quietly.

Slightly embarrassed, Gu Yuefeng smiled and nodded gently, preparing to settle the bill and leave the party.

"It's my turf, I'll treat you. How could I let you spend the money!" With that, Bian Mu waved his hand and called over a waiter to swipe the bill.

Seeing that Bian Mu had already started paying the bill, everyone was busy with their own affairs. Anyway, they had all spoken freely. As for whether they could successfully join the "New Concept" Traditional Chinese Medicine Clinic and take another step forward in the future, that was beyond their control. When people get to a certain age, they often pay more attention to practicality. On a rainy day, they had a comfortable and delicious hot pot meal and also witnessed Bian Mu's amazing medical skills. It was a worthwhile trip!
At the restaurant entrance, Bian Mu shook hands with each of his colleagues to say goodbye, displaying great manners.

Gu Yuefeng naturally fell behind last.

"I've looked at several places, but the rent isn't cheap at all. Will I still be able to keep running around the city like this?" Gu Yuefeng asked tentatively.

“I’ve marked out a few areas online and made a lot of phone calls. The rent in good locations is expensive. As long as the cost-effectiveness is acceptable, it’s fine. We’re just one step away from conducting on-site inspections. Good things take time! This is something we’re planning to do before, so we can only take it one step at a time. You heard it just now, their market-like mentality is definitely not going to work. They’re going to waste all that effort, as if they have too much money to burn! Right? Be patient, keep talking. I think… those who can persist in talking with us to the end might be our future colleagues.” Bian Mu responded with a smile.

"Alright then! I'll try to negotiate with them a bit more! Be careful on your way, I'm heading back now." With that, Gu Yuefeng picked up two plastic bags and walked towards the parking shed. Watching Gu Yuefeng's slightly aged figure, Bian Mu felt a pang of emotion. If it weren't for her decent medical skills, progressive ideas, and exceptionally good luck, she might end up like Gu Yuefeng now...

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The sky finally cleared up that day!
Around nine o'clock in the morning, Bian Mu specially took some time to climb up to the roof and set up an observation coordinate system with a few small wooden sticks. He stood there staring at the shadows cast by the sunlight, his left hand constantly calculating something with a few fingers...

The wild medicinal herbs collected from Hongnigou were almost ready. Taking advantage of the sunny weather, Bian Mu planned to try prescribing a formula for Accountant Yu to take three doses to see what the reaction would be.

After much deliberation, Bian Mu finally finalized the medication plan. He casually scattered a few small wooden sticks, tidied them up, and put them away in a corner, thinking he might need them someday.

When Bian Mu reached the bottom of the stairs on the second floor, she saw the painter Fang gesturing back and forth with a pencil by the window in the corridor, seemingly sketching something. Was he drawing a quick sketch? Or perhaps a composition?
"Busy, huh! I hope your young master is having a good time lately!" Bian Mu greeted him as she stepped forward.

"It'll have to do! He misses his dad! He said he wants to go south for a few days over New Year's Day..."

"That's only natural! How do you feel about the child's recovery?"

"He's too quiet! He's always frowning! Hey! How about we sign him up for a taekwondo class or something?"

"Probably not! Your young master won't be interested. Does he usually watch you practice swordsmanship?"

"Him?! He's keeping his distance! He's completely uninterested." Painter Fang sighed softly, feeling rather helpless.

"It'll be fine when you're a little older! These things can't be rushed. As long as your internal energy improves, that's fine. By the way, are you still practicing with that light sword?"

"Yeah! I can't handle that longsword yet! My parents bought two wooden swords online to help me practice!"

"That's good! Compared to before, do you feel the sword is lighter or heavier?" Bian Mu asked with a smile.

"It seems a bit too light. Why? Is there a reason?" Painter Fang asked with a smile.

“Everyone has an optimal balance of strength when holding a sword, especially when you first hold one. You feel that it’s just right, not too light and not too heavy. As you practice, you’ll feel the sword getting lighter, which means you’re getting a feel for it. After some more time, you’ll feel the sword getting heavier and heavier, which means you’ve touched the essence of swordsmanship. At that point, your body’s ability to regulate its own breath will be superior to that of ordinary people,” Bian Mu explained with a smile.

Upon hearing this, Painter Fang couldn't help but smile knowingly. Clearly, Painter Fang did have some talent in swordsmanship.