Merchant and doctor

Chapter 2193 Rotten Shoulder

Hearing the man speak like that, Bian Mu was somewhat surprised. So he was that famous?! Even a reclusive professional like him knew his name.

"I wouldn't presume to call myself a renowned doctor. I just make a living in the city. Are you usually busy here?" Bian Mu casually asked, seemingly unintentionally changing the subject.

Through the small glass window, Bian Mu noticed that the man looked to be in his early thirties at most. He had very good hair, which was oily. Something was a little strange: the hair on his forehead had turned gray, while the rest of his hair looked much blacker and shinier. It was clear that it wasn't dyed or permed.

He had a slightly hooked nose, bright and piercing eyes that occasionally turned serious, revealing a world-weary composure. He had a long face, no beard, and his skin was much fairer than his peers. Bian Mu guessed that this guy probably spent most of his time meticulously repairing important documents on the lower level, rarely seeing the sun, and that he was quite tired from working.

"It's alright! Anyway, there's always work to do every day. Are you interested in making a donation?"

"Since you've said so, we definitely have to donate! Do we fill out the form over there?" Bian Mu asked casually.

"Yes, on behalf of the city library, I express my deepest respect to you!" the man suddenly replied in a serious tone.

"You're welcome!" After saying that, Bian Mu went to a small platform not far away, found the corresponding form, and carefully filled in his personal information.

When Bian Mu returned to the window, the man had changed into his usual clothes and was holding a large, thick brown paper bag. He was standing there expressionless, waiting for Bian Mu.

"You're off work already?"

“Master Wang had some family matters to attend to the other day, so I temporarily covered a few shifts for him. This is to make up for my shift. We had already handed over the duties before you came. I live with my parents, so there's no point in going back early. I might as well stay here and read a few more books. Here! I borrowed this for you. It's the best edition in the library. I renewed it for you for another week. That's almost half a month in total. Remember to return it when it's due!”

Bian Mu left his library card at the window, and the book mounter specially used Bian Mu's card to borrow a good book for him.

"Thank you! Are we going home now?" Bian Mu asked casually.

"Really? I came all this way just for you. Shall we find a place to sit for a bit?" the man suggested casually.

To be honest, Bian Mu was somewhat surprised.

Before coming here, Bian Mu originally only planned to borrow an old book to test the skills of the book mounter in front of him. If he was suitable, Bian Mu would issue him a formal pharmacist appointment certificate through a third-party friend.

Unexpectedly, the person recognized him at a glance and, without beating around the bush, frankly expressed their friendly attitude.

Now, many of the scenarios that Bian Mu had planned beforehand are now useless.

Suddenly, Bian Mu felt as if something was missing.

"Alright! You know this area well, let's find a place to chat."

Chatting along the way, Bian Mu followed the framer toward the south gate of the city library. The "Tea and Smoke" teahouse was not large, with two floors. The proprietress was a very fashionable urban woman. Judging from her eyes, she was quite familiar with the framer beside her. They nodded to each other slightly, and the proprietress asked a waiter to arrange a rather elegant seat for the two of them in a quiet place.

"The proprietress has a good temperament, doesn't she?" the framer suddenly remarked.

"Oh... what do you mean? I don't understand..." Bian Mu said truthfully.

"Aren't you known as a miracle doctor? Why don't you show us your skills and see what illnesses she's had in the past..."

"Oh! You even have that?! Did you prescribe the medicine that cured him?" Instinctively, Bian Mu replied, following the framing artist's train of thought.

The framer nodded slightly in approval.

"Oh... when we brushed past each other just now, I caught a whiff of something different... her height... her shoulders were level... a bit haughty... yet not annoying... she didn't seem like the type to appear in this kind of setting at all... the way she walked was also a bit presumptuous... I'm just guessing, and the lighting here is a bit dim, so please don't laugh if I'm wrong!" While laying the groundwork, Mu's mind raced...

……

"Anyway, I don't consider you an outsider, so I'll just say whatever comes to mind! I'd also like to experience your so-called 'diagnosis' magic. To be honest, I've only ever read about it in books; I've never actually seen many people do it in real life. Besides, when I read books, especially those old ones, they say there are some really amazing doctors who can diagnose someone's illnesses just by looking at them, without even taking their pulse, and using a kind of reverse logic to guess what kind of illness a seemingly healthy person has had before, especially the more unusual ones... Oops! I almost let it slip. Isn't this just giving you a hint? Hehe..." At this point, the framer smiled, a rare sight indeed. And you know what? The framer's smile really did have the air of a big star.

"Give it a try! Anyway, there are no outsiders here, and you are a person of status, so you probably won't spread rumors about me. What do I have to worry about..." Bian Mu replied, but he began to mobilize all his senses. He knew that this was a test for him. If he passed easily, the subsequent recruitment would be easy to discuss. Maybe he would be happy to work at the clinic for a few years if he was paid a little salary.

By this point, Bian Mu was basically certain that the framing artist in front of him was indeed a highly skilled pharmacist, a rare talent.

Su Linwen appears carefree on the surface, but she is actually very smart and has a good eye for people. Her intuition is even more accurate than that of the average woman. Besides, although Su Linwen speaks lightly, she has probably already thoroughly investigated the framing artist in front of her!

With all the information combined, Bian Mu felt even more confident.

"Rotten shoulder?! The landlady was quite filial back then?" Bian Mu said softly.

"Impressive! Truly living up to its reputation. You have to admire it! No wonder you opened three state-owned medical clinics in such a large city as Lijin before you were even thirty!" The mounter praised sincerely.

"You're too kind! Is it really a shoulder ulcer? Is she serving her biological mother, grandmother, or maternal grandmother?" Bian Mu asked softly. Some things cannot be easily said, as they involve other people's privacy. It's best to say as little as possible.

“Her maternal grandmother! She raised her since she was a child, and they had a very deep bond. At the time, I happened to be on duty, and I couldn’t bear to do it, so I gave her some medicine, which was a bit taboo. Luckily, she was brave enough to take it, and she got better in the end. It was a bit of a gamble, a gamble on probability.”

"Oh! That's why you left the hospital you used to work for?"

Upon hearing this, the framer nodded slightly.

In an instant, Bian Mu realized that the seemingly unassuming but highly skilled pharmacist in front of him might actually be one of his own kind.