Merchant and doctor

Chapter 2268 Editor-in-Chief Hai

Seeing the middle-aged woman's bewildered and confused expression, Bian Mu couldn't help but smile.

"You must also be a teacher in the medical field, right?" Bian Mu asked with a smile, lowering her voice.

There were more than a dozen guests, but Bian Mu didn't even have time to check who was seated and get to know them. He really didn't have any recollection of whether the very intellectual-looking middle-aged woman in front of him was a doctor or a pharmacist.

"I suppose so! I wasn't planning on making this trip. My nephew is a bit introverted, and my sister doesn't have many connections. Whether he can get a job is quite important to both of our families. I even drove him to the company's HR department to report for duty... Let me introduce myself. I work at the Lijin Branch of the Chinese Academy of Traditional Chinese Medicine, and I also manage the journal 'Qihuang'. In addition, I have a job at the Chinese Association of Integrative Medicine. I guess we'll be dealing with each other quite a bit in the future!" The middle-aged woman introduced herself casually.

Upon hearing this, Bian Muxin was slightly taken aback.

Just now at the restaurant, Bian Mu was only focused on the handsome men and didn't really notice the woman in front of her. However... her identity was actually more significant.

And she just said...their hospital?! That means she must have spent a few years on the front lines of clinical practice before?!

"Qihuang" is a top-tier professional journal, its authority goes without saying. And the Chinese and Western Medicine Integration Research Association? That's a level above Xiaobailou! Cai Huaixin might even be one or two levels below them! Besides, she's definitely not an ordinary staff member at the Chinese Academy of Traditional Chinese Medicine. Even though her nephew's condition is unclear, and she's been away from clinical practice for years, making important decisions shouldn't be a problem for her, right?
"Oh! My apologies! Let me put it another way. If your family were traveling and needed to see a decent doctor at a top-tier hospital due to illness, you would surely carefully select doctors when registering, right? I'm not familiar with Western medicine, so let's focus on traditional Chinese medicine. So... what type of doctor would you choose to see?!" Bian Mu asked with a smile.

"Well... let's aim high! At the very least, I should get an appointment with a senior professional, right? It's easier to talk to someone of the same sex, and generally speaking... I'd definitely prefer a female doctor!" Concerned about her nephew's safety, the middle-aged woman replied absentmindedly.

"That's it. At certain times, female doctors are the first choice. Secondly, their professional titles cannot be too high, and they must have some front-line clinical work experience, at least 10 years or more. Moreover, their daily life cannot be too smooth. They need some pressure at home and outside. Otherwise, their professional skills will be greatly reduced... What do you think?" Bian Mu gave a few hints in a relatively subtle way.

The teacher in front of me, who holds multiple positions, has a rather special identity, so there are some things I can't say too bluntly. Fortunately, she must have spent a few years on the front lines of clinical practice, so a few gentle reminders at key points will suffice.

That middle-aged woman had actually spent several years on the front lines of clinical practice. It was precisely because of her outstanding professional skills that she was seconded to the branch of the Chinese Academy of Traditional Chinese Medicine. She was naturally very clear about all sorts of miscellaneous things in clinical practice. She knew everything that could be discussed openly, and she had also heard about some of the things that couldn't be discussed openly. When the two were confirmed, she immediately understood.

"Understood, I'll arrange it right away! Then... is there anything else the curator would like to remind you of?" The middle-aged woman seemed much more natural now, at least not as anxious as before.

"We also need to find another colleague to help out. It's not that I'm being arrogant, but relying solely on that female doctor from your hospital... is only good for emergencies. To be on the safe side, it would be best to ask another outsider to go and keep an eye on things!" Bian Mu replied with a smile.

"My mind is a mess right now. I'll take whatever the curator says and make the arrangements."

“Since coming to the city, I’ve noticed that many private clinics prefer to gather in the streets and alleys near big hospitals to make their rounds. How about this… take the four streets around your former hospital and find a reputable TCM clinic that has been open for more than 10 years, with doctors under 45 and over 35. Pick a doctor who can speak with your hospital, preferably a female TCM doctor. Pay them a little money, and they can make an outside visit to your hospital to take your nephew’s pulse. Send the pulse record directly to us so we can discuss it and guide our colleagues there to guide some of the Qi and blood to your clinic first.” Bian Mu came up with another idea that sounded a bit strange.

"This...no problem! There is indeed a female TCM doctor over there, and her pulse diagnosis is quite accurate. A few days ago, she contacted me, saying she wanted to publish a paper...she looks to be around thirty-eight or thirty-nine years old, specializing in internal medicine, pediatrics, and gynecology. She's generally a fairly upright person. Shall I contact her directly later?" "Okay, well...I suppose you've already figured it out. As for the internship innovation model, I really can't take on such a heavy responsibility. After all, I'll be asking Secretary Cai for favors most of the time, so I really can't just walk away. How about...you help me find an excuse so I can get away? When I came here, I saw some art salons and art galleries on the back street of this hotel. I'll go there first. Once you've made the arrangements here, we'll meet there. Your nephew is indeed alright. If nothing unexpected happens, he should wake up in a little over an hour at most." Bian Mu smiled and mentioned his request.

A favor for a favor, and this small debt is considered settled.

“They actually value you quite a bit. The internship system definitely needs to be reformed. Since the gallery owner is in such a difficult position, I’ll go over and have a chat with them. The owner of ‘Seven Pieces’ gallery is a friend of mine. Why don’t you wait for me there?”

"Thanks! I'll be going now!" After saying that, without waiting for the middle-aged woman's reply, Bian Mu walked out of the terrace, went straight to Cai Huaixin, gave her a few perfunctory words, and left without looking back.

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As winter fades, the sky grows slightly overcast, making the streets appear somewhat dim, like the background of a retro painting.

At the entrance of the "Tangram" gallery, a stylishly dressed woman looked around as if she was waiting for someone. She appeared to be around twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old, similar in age to Bian Mu.

"My surname is Bian. You wouldn't have been waiting for me, would you?" Bian Mu stepped forward and struck up a conversation.

"The owner of the 'New Concept' Traditional Chinese Medicine Clinic?! So young?!" the woman exclaimed in surprise.

"Oh...you've been to our clinic for treatment?!" Bian Mu replied subconsciously.

"Pah! Pah! Pah... You're the one who's sick! Did Director Hai recommend you?"

"The editor-in-chief of 'Qihuang' magazine? I forgot to ask his name earlier," Bian Mu replied with a smile.

"Tch! How rude! Let's go!" With that, the woman went straight into her own art gallery.

Influenced by the painter Fang, Bian Mu's understanding of various paintings was much better than that of ordinary people. Along the way, the oil paintings and colored pencil drawings of various styles displayed everywhere were actually of average quality. At least, Bian Mu didn't find any of them appealing.

The gallery has two floors. The woman led Bian Mu to a reception room on the second floor, pointed to a seat, and said nothing before turning around and going off to do other things.