Merchant and doctor

Chapter 2112 Enemies meet on a narrow road
Back in college, Nie Yixiong was Bian Mu's idol.

As his business progressed rapidly, Nie Yixiong gradually became more kind, gentle, friendly, approachable, and respectable in Bian Mu's eyes. The shining halo that had previously shone behind the old man's head was quietly fading away... Of course, this was also related to the various efforts made by Nie Yawen.

At such a young age, he had already achieved fame and success. Anyone else would have been incredibly successful by now, but Bian Mu was not that shallow. He knew that Nie Yixiong was a towering figure in the industry, and to this day, he had only glimpsed the tip of the iceberg.

In Bian Mu's view, Nie Yixiong was as deep and boundless as the ocean; anyone who underestimated the old man was a complete fool.

In his spare time, Bian Mu often pondered what was going on with Nie Yixiong. Gradually, he began to understand the ins and outs. For example, in Bian Mu's opinion, the reason why Nie Yixiong could do so freely in the Lijiang area and even in the Chinese medicine community was largely due to the concept of "three-dimensional composition".

The term "three-dimensional structure" refers to the fact that Nie Yixiong has never been averse to Western medicine, and while he never mentions terms like "integration of Chinese and Western medicine," he has done a lot of research on it in private. Throughout the year, the number of translations and manuscripts he has read is definitely more than that of an average medical undergraduate. As a result, Nie Yixiong's own medical framework has always been three-dimensional.

As a "dark horse" in the industry, Bian Mu was quite unconventional. Nie Yixiong did not ignore him at all and immediately assigned his grandson to contact Bian Mu multiple times. As it turned out, the old man was never ashamed to learn from the younger generation. At most, he was just a little reserved in his interactions because of his established reputation.

Thus, from beginning to end, Nie Yixiong's self-constructed framework of traditional Chinese medicine appears very three-dimensional, and it is flexible and adaptable. He does not feel ashamed to learn from younger generations. In addition, the old man never abandons the worldly atmosphere and can naturally blend in with all kinds of important and ordinary people wherever he goes.

Bian Mu was indeed greatly inspired by the concept of "three-dimensional composition".

The opening of branches No. 3 and No. 4 must conform to the basic framework of "three-dimensional composition"; otherwise, they will certainly not go far in the future.

Gradually, Bian Mu realized a very important issue: the Traditional Chinese Medicine Clinic can have flaws, as long as it doesn't cause violent conflicts between doctors and patients. All branches after the 3rd can be different from the main clinic and the 2nd branch. The compatibility must become stronger and stronger with subsequent development. Otherwise, all the work will be in vain in the future. And one day, if it is not managed well, it may even drag down the main clinic and the 2nd branch to the point of closing down!
In order to build a three-dimensional structure, Bian Mu has been working on formulating the clinic's practice guidelines whenever he has free time in the past few days. The main content is not to prohibit this or that. On the contrary, Bian Mu is trying to fully stimulate the subjective creativity of each partner, select himself to take charge of the overall situation, and leave other matters to Teng Daili, Sun Zhengting, Gu Yuefeng and others to do their best.

Each branch of the "New Concept" Traditional Chinese Medicine Clinic must be a fully integrated, three-dimensional entity.

That day, Bian Mu got up early and sent the draft of the clinic's practice guidelines that he had prepared to his colleagues who would be cooperating with him via his mobile phone. Of course, he also sent a copy to Teng Daili.

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Around 10 a.m., Bian Mu had just arranged for his intern, Xiao Shangli, to see off a middle-aged male patient when his phone, which was on the table, vibrated a few times.

I casually picked it up and flipped through it. Oh! It was a text message from Dean Chen Yurong.

The content was quite brief. It said that a deputy director-level expert professor at their hospital had been feeling unwell recently, and had made nearly ten trips to Beiqi, but the problem remained unresolved. This male expert is officially retiring next year, and he's still constantly arguing with Dean Chen. Whenever important matters like personnel or finances are involved, that guy always finds a way to contradict him. Dean Chen had mentioned it a few times before; he's so annoyed by that guy, and he's just hoping he retires quickly so he doesn't have to see him!

The text message said that the male expert had always been critical of traditional Chinese medicine and had once boasted that no one in his family for three generations would ever seek treatment from a traditional Chinese medicine practitioner if they ever felt unwell!
Dean Chen heard that recently, that male expert had started secretly inquiring about Bian Mu's usual outpatient schedule. Judging from his tone, he might suddenly show up uninvited one day. Dean Chen's message was simple: ignore him! Politely decline!
"He's become a big leader now, how come he's become so narrow-minded! Among industry professionals, those who dare to openly question their colleagues usually have some real skills! This deputy-dean level expert is no exception. Let him come! As long as he can provide even the slightest bit of valuable help, he should be treated equally!" Thinking of this, Bian Mu wondered if Dean Chen was going through some menopause lately, as his emotions were always quite unstable.

Cheng Haili... male... 62 years old, it's time for him to retire!

While looking at the text message, Bian Mu casually read aloud the personal information provided by Dean Chen. Ironically, Dean Chen had also sent over the person's mobile phone number and ID number.

What a deep grudge this must be! Publishing someone's personal privacy information is not something a hospital director should do. Bian Mu thought she should find an opportunity to talk to her senior sister Mu Shiye and ask her to subtly persuade Dean Chen that if this continues, it will probably not do her any good for her normal term of office.

Bian Muchong gestured to the intern, Xiao Liu, and sent her to call the next patient in for treatment.

After a while, three people walked in from outside. The one in the middle was a man in his sixties. He was tall, with a straight back, and dressed very elegantly. He was dressed in a custom-made suit from head to toe, and the expensive watch on his wrist was quite eye-catching. His eyebrows were not very attractive, and they were somewhat droopy. He was wearing a hat, and it seemed that there was not much hair at the hairline.

The man was followed by two young people, a man and a woman. They didn't look like his family members; they were probably students or subordinates. The man was very handsome, around twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old, and the woman was a little older, but not yet thirty. Both of them had a refined and gentle appearance and seemed quite kind.

Bian Muchong smiled politely at the three people in front of him, gesturing for the patient to sit down. He then glanced at the computer screen. "Huh?! No way! Cheng Haili…male…62 years old…"

What a coincidence!
Is it that associate professor-level expert from the Seventh Municipal Hospital?

Look at those two people next to him, the old gentleman might even hold a leadership position in the medical school!
Bian Muxin inexplicably felt a little uneasy.

"At times like this, we must be careful. We should let him talk as much as possible while I listen..." Thinking of this, Bian Mu's expression became somewhat unnatural.

"Where do you feel unwell?" Bian Mu asked very kindly.

"The soles of my feet, both of them, get scorching hot as soon as the sun goes down, which makes it hard for me to sleep at night. I didn't think much of it at first, but I've only recently realized... Sigh! I can't eat or sleep properly!" Mr. Cheng sighed deeply as he said this.