Merchant and doctor

Chapter 2115 Going Against Luck

Since getting to know Bian Mu, all his colleagues have become accustomed to his straightforward and honest diagnosis.

Faced with a special patient like Cheng Haili, Bian Mu neither explained the main ingredients and targeted effects of the "in-house developed medicine." After seeing Cheng Haili off, he returned to the clinic and didn't give everyone a lecture as usual, explaining the cause and effect. In any case, the two groups of interns couldn't tell anything from his expression. He was calm and collected, so was that the matter over?
Normally, Bian Mu would not only explain Cheng Haili's etiology and pathology clearly, but also explain the main components and basic pharmacology of the self-developed drugs used. In case everyone didn't understand deeply, he would also draw some diagrams for everyone to read, just in case the two groups of interns had any technical doubts.

What's going on today?!

Out of character!
Is Cheng Haili's identity special? Or is there some other reason?

Filled with doubt, both groups of interns quickly composed themselves and accompanied the curator to see the next patient...

……

During his lunch break, Bian Mu used the landline at the Wu family's old house to call Chen Yurong and briefly reported on his experience treating Cheng Haili.

"Didn't I say to ignore him?" Chen Yurong sounded slightly displeased on the phone.

“Everyone who walks in is a customer, we have to treat everyone the same! It’s his business if he’s petty, we can’t hold a grudge against a senior colleague who’s about to retire, right? Hehe… I recorded a conversation privately, do you want to listen to it?” Bian Mu explained with a laugh over the phone.

"Oh! You've learned this trick now?! If word gets out, it'll damage your glorious image as a top-notch doctor!"

"I don't have that problem, I just wanted to find out the root cause of the illness." As he spoke, Bian Mu opened his phone, pulled up the phone recording file, and casually played it for Chen Yurong.

……

"What illness does he have?" Chen Yurong asked casually on the other end of the phone.

"According to the old saying, it should be a disease of 'disobeying the flow of luck'." On the other end of the phone, Bian Mu gave the name of a disease that sounded very unfamiliar.

"Which words?! They sound so unfamiliar!"

“The word order of ‘忤’ and ‘逆’ in ‘忤逆’, ‘气’ in ‘气血’, and ‘运’ in ‘运化’ can be adjusted through ‘intertextuality’. For example, some medical schools are used to calling it ‘气运忤逆’. Doesn’t it sound much better with this change?” Bian Mu explained with a laugh over the phone.

"Oh...you mean...listen to that recording...is he just a stubborn person by nature? Arguing with everyone and getting angry with everyone?! It's about the issue, not the person? He wasn't intentionally targeting me?! You two met for the first time, and he was clearly in a lot of pain, and he still kept arguing with you even though he needed your help?! It's like he wasn't afraid of offending you, is that what you mean?" Although Chen Yurong eventually pursued an administrative career path, her basic medical knowledge was still quite advanced, and besides, she was naturally intelligent and quick-witted.

"That's roughly the idea. Sometimes, our words and actions aren't entirely under our control. We usually explain it as 'emotional,' which is fine in a casual conversation, but from a purely medical perspective, it's a biased view. I don't know when it started, but Professor Cheng's air sacs began to degenerate. To use an inappropriate analogy, this phenomenon is even somewhat like cancer. The development of cancer cells, using Western medical terminology, can be explained as 'air sac hyperplasia.' Areas that should be developing normally or maintaining their current state have begun to slightly atrophy for various reasons. In the early stages, it's quite mild and completely undetectable. Even a top-tier expert like Elder Nie might not be able to detect it in time and treat it early. He, on the other hand, hardly ever seems to live..." "With movement, the internal pressure between the boundaries of the various air cavities becomes insufficient, resulting in a relatively static state. This creates fertile ground for 'air cavity hyperplasia.' Over the years, the various air cavities of different sizes and strengths in Professor Cheng's body have shifted. Driven by the instinct for survival, these mutated air cavities begin to crush, trample, and fight each other... much like the game of Three Kingdoms. He himself is a very skilled doctor, and his family's financial situation is unmatched by most people. Wherever he feels unwell, he can at least resolve a small part of the problem himself. The rest will probably be left to his classmates or senior colleagues." On the phone, Bian Mu patiently explained for a long time, until he felt a little dry-mouthed.

"Oh...so all his ailments are internal symptoms manifesting externally...are they easy to treat?"

"It's just a thin layer of paper, but the more comfortable and affluent Professor Cheng's family lives, the further away he really is from getting the miracle drug! If he hadn't been truly desperate and come to us, he probably would never have had the chance to get the miracle drug in his life." "Oh! Is it very expensive?"

"Quite the opposite! Things that poor people see every day are unsuitable for them! The smoother their lives are, the less access they have to those medicinal ingredients. Perhaps this is what people call fate! When we get infinitely close to something we yearn for, from another perspective, we are actually starting to drift away from something more important in another direction or dimension. Professor Cheng is relatively subjective and particularly self-righteous! Naturally, the degree of his bias is much greater than that of ordinary people, and it will increase year by year!"

"Things like 'medicine and food sharing the same origin'?"

"Ginger sprouts, shriveled garlic roots, and thin, emaciated rice—the cheapest and lowest quality millet, preferably old rice that's been stored for a long time and is almost infested with insects! Finally, add a little yellow wine. That's about all the medicinal herbs you need."

"No wonder... People usually talk in a down-to-earth way from time to time, but he's been out of touch with reality for years, hasn't he? His path ahead is getting narrower and narrower, serves him right! Hehe... Slip of the tongue, slip of the tongue! He's spoken without thinking again. Besides that, does he need any other treatment?"

“Massage should be enough. Acupuncture won’t be very effective right now. We’ll see how it goes. The main thing is to give him herbal decoctions to help him regulate his qi. Then we’ll suggest he do some post-treatment care and preparation. When the New Year is approaching, his children will come back to visit him. With that happy occasion, Professor Cheng’s condition will be at least half relieved!” Bian Mu replied confidently.

"That's good, that's good! Is there anything I can help you with?"

"Professor Cheng signed an agreement with me..." On the phone, Bian Mu briefly explained how he had deliberately negotiated the price.

"Oh... you're going to publicly recruit branch library owners?"

"It's quite a coincidence that Professor Cheng happens to be able to help. If it's convenient for you, you can also help me build some momentum and give me a shout-out."

"This is easy. Just give me a brief plan when the time comes. Hey! I mean...aren't you afraid of attracting a wolf in sheep's clothing with even better medical skills than you? Hahaha..."

“I’ve actually thought about what you’re talking about. If there really is such a master, all of our clinics would immediately hand over our services. I would sincerely become his apprentice and learn everything from scratch!”

"Hahaha... You've got a really big heart, is that the truth?!"

"Really! Think about it carefully, if we keep maintaining this strong growth momentum year after year, without any competitors or a stronger benchmark in the industry, won't we end up like Professor Cheng?"

"That's true... I was just joking with you. In the next ten years, it's not so easy for another expert to emerge who is roughly equal to you. It's impossible. By then, you'll have already soared to the top!"

"You're joking. We'll need your help with the recruitment process from the outside; otherwise, we'll have a hard time making a smooth transition."

"Easy to say!"

"I won't disturb your lunch break. If there's nothing else, I'll hang up." With that, Bian Mu hung up the landline.