Merchant and doctor

Chapter 2362 Alternative Plan
Old Pei, the herb farmer, deserves a lot of credit for Bian Mu's current success!
Knowing full well that the old man was doing business with the An Delin couple in private, Bian Mu pretended to be oblivious and never arranged for any of his friends to investigate secretly. Friends should learn to help each other out, and he should be even more magnanimous towards Lao Pei.

As for whether Lao Pei's actions at "Hongyang" Pharmaceutical Company would ultimately have any adverse impact on Bian Mu's business, and to what extent, Bian Mu never investigated further. In his view, Lao Pei was an outstanding person, quite old, and still able to control himself.

However, there is a crucial detail here: if one day, for some reason, Bian Mu and his team terminate their contract with "Hongyang" Pharmaceutical Company, Lao Pei's small business will definitely go under.

In modern business, the so-called "stickiness" is particularly important. Once business people lose that central "stickiness" of interests, the relationship will quickly disintegrate.

Old Pei and the An Delin couple were not related by blood. Their business "bond" was entirely due to Bian Mu and that "detoxifying ointment" that had been selling relatively well. If Bian Mu's contract expired and was not renewed, Old Pei's small business would naturally go down the drain.

Upon hearing that Bian Mu planned to find a new business partner, Lao Pei instinctively and immediately expressed his opposition.

Old Pei was an expert in traditional divination, and Bian Mu felt he could easily persuade the old man. At this moment, the forest ranger, Old Liang, quickly gave him a wink, implying that there was no need to dwell on such a trivial matter in this situation.

With a smile, Bian Mu got up and went to the bar to order a large fruit platter, thus putting the matter behind him.

……

The next day at noon, as the last young female patient was being accompanied by her family to leave and head towards the open-air parking lot, Bian Mu got up and stretched.

The two interns took their seats. Compared to the first group of three young interns, these two were much more capable. At least, their medical records were almost error-free, and they did a good job of tracing back to normal patients afterward. Bian Mu was somewhat surprised by their performance.

During the Spring Festival, Bian Mu had some good tea that she hadn't been able to give away. She opened the drawer, picked out two identical boxes of good tea, and handed them to the two interns. After exchanging a few jokes, she sent them off to leave work.

The spring breeze on the street has already sprouted vibrant buds, and spring is approaching. Bian Mu got up and went to the hall to think about going out to cook a few dishes and eat some spring pancakes. He also wanted to have a few bowls of eight-treasure porridge made from fresh millet. Nice!

Before he had drunk much plain water, Mr. Huangfu led the way, followed closely by Zhao Xicheng, and the two hurriedly walked in through the door.

"You two haven't eaten yet, have you? How about some mixed-grain spring pancakes?" Knowing their purpose, Bian Mu greeted them with a smile.

“Spring pancakes are perfect for this season. There’s an old shop on Qianxi Road. The owner is quite familiar with Lao Zhao. Let’s go there. It’s not far and easy to get a taxi!” Mr. Huangfu replied with a smile.

"Alright! Please wait a moment, both of you!" After saying that, Bian Mu went upstairs to change her clothes. Dr. Gong didn't go home for lunch; she brought her own lunchbox, which she would just heat up in the microwave. There was a small kitchen on the third floor, and if she was feeling alright, she would often get some soup too.

Bian Mu greeted Dr. Gong, then accompanied the two of them out and hailed a taxi on the roadside, heading east.

……

Because of Zhao Xicheng's influence, the lobby manager specially arranged a quiet and elegant private room on the third floor. The aroma of tea was light and the fragrance of flowers wafted through the air, creating a truly pleasant atmosphere!
They ordered all fresh, home-style dishes, focusing on something down-to-earth and easy on the stomach, and the three of them chatted while eating.

"When will my relative's surgery be postponed?" Mr. Huangfu asked with a smile.

"That's for external parties, not a postponement. This matter ends here. The joint surgery lacks the most crucial technical support, so it has to be canceled." Without the slightest hesitation, Bian Mu rejected it outright.

Upon hearing this, the two were immediately taken aback, exchanging glances and realizing that Bian Mu's joke had gone too far.

"Wait... we were talking perfectly fine, how did this 'lack of key technology' come about?! What exactly happened?!" Mr. Huangfu hurriedly asked.

“Originally… the three of us oversimplified things. A powerful alliance, three times three equals nine, right? But after calming down and thinking about it, it’s not like that at all. Three plus three is far less than one, and it might even implicate your relative. Moreover, the higher our technical levels become in our respective fields, the more obvious the technical conflicts between us will be. In the end, it will only lead to further disruption of the stress system in the patient’s body. It would be better for an ordinary orthopedic surgeon with an associate senior professional title to perform that surgery alone. That way, the consistency of the new stress system between the injured bones can be guaranteed to the greatest extent. In this regard, Professor Zhao is an expert, so I don’t need to say more.” As he spoke, Bian Mu passed the buck to Zhao Xicheng.

“This…it really is true! Within the entire province, Director Yuan’s surgical skills are the most superb, Dr. Lu is currently the most popular, and some of his new techniques are almost unparalleled. As for Master Bian, needless to say, they each have their own system, and instinctively…they must be mutually exclusive. That makes sense…why didn’t I think of this back then?! I’m getting old, getting old…my brain really isn’t keeping up anymore…” Unexpectedly, Zhao Xicheng seemed to have prepared a speech beforehand, directly picking up the conversation to support Bian Mu.

Mr. Huangfu froze on the spot, his chopsticks almost stiffening in his hand.

"This sounds a bit far-fetched. So... what's the next step?! My relative has been calling every day lately, saying he'll go crazy if I don't get out of the hospital soon." Mr. Huangfu said with some difficulty.

"We've probably complicated this from the very beginning. If you ask me, a more pragmatic approach right now seems to be this arrangement… out of respect for Dr. Lu, the surgery should still be performed by Director Yuan. However, it would be best to select a younger, skilled orthopedic surgeon for the actual operation. Director Yuan can step in at crucial moments to stabilize the situation. After the surgery, I'll apply the cast—purely herbal. Also, I might need to add some special protective gear for your relative. Mr. Huangfu, you'd better hire a few strong caregivers to watch over him, in case he gets numb." "Don't pay attention to the pain for a while. Everyone, grit your teeth and persevere for six weeks. During this time, I'll introduce you to Mr. Bi. His company can custom-make a human exoskeleton for you. I'll provide a plan with the relevant parameters. Afterwards, have Director Yuan and Dr. Lu re-examine it. If there are no major problems, we'll directly send it to Mr. Bi's relevant unit to make two sets. His company is a high-tech company; they don't produce these things, so your relative will have to pay more. Of course, discuss everything with Mr. Bi before the surgery to avoid delaying your relative's treatment later."

After hearing this, Mr. Huangfu gently placed his chopsticks on the edge of the bowl, slightly pursed his lips, and did not express his opinion for a moment.