Merchant and doctor

Chapter 2475 Life Vein
Seeing the genuine frustration on the faces of Xiao Gong and the other two, Bian Mu agreed to take some time this week to visit the "Yuan Gu" Chinese medicine dispensing factory. He would explain the logical relationships of multi-party cooperation, profit sharing, and prioritizing the overall situation to them in as much detail as possible.

Upon hearing this, the expressions on the two men's faces relaxed considerably.

Mr. Xiao knew what was going on, so he nodded silently, exchanged a few polite words, and then hurriedly sent the two away.

When Bian Mu went downstairs, he called Cai Huaixin and reported what had just happened. He hoped that Cai Huaixin would take the matter seriously and report it to the higher authorities. He suggested that Cai Huaixin should first conduct a comprehensive technical assessment of the pharmaceutical company to determine if it was suitable for a complete technological innovation. He also requested that, if the technical requirements were met, the relevant technical experts conduct a comprehensive technical evaluation of the factory.

The market for traditional Chinese medicine is only so big. Bian Mu, Xiao Gong, and others really can't presume to know how much profit the "Yuan Gu" traditional Chinese medicine preparation factory can actually capture!
Even if Bian Mu and some employee representatives joined forces, they couldn't determine exactly how many years "Yuan Gu" Chinese medicine preparation company had left.

During the phone call, Cai Huaixin clearly stated that he would give a detailed report to the relevant departments as soon as possible, while also hinting that Bian Mu should try to speed up the research and development of new drugs.

……

It was late afternoon, and Bian Mu had been off work for a while when he got into his car and his phone rang.

Teng Daili's phone call.

“Recently, we’ve been encountering a number of rather strange elderly patients. Moreover, their tone of voice seems to have been pre-arranged. At first, we would just say a few polite words and send them away. But then we realized that wasn’t the case. Since there were quite a few of them, I thought I’d report it to the boss and see if we should transfer them to the main clinic.”

"What exactly happened?" Bian Mu asked over the phone.

"They register for an appointment and immediately ask how many years they can live. They keep saying they hope to get a 'lifeline' for them, to roughly predict how many years they will live in the future, so that while they are still relatively clear-headed, they can plan for their children and grandchildren. Some things need to be properly notarized or something."

"Coming to my door asking to have my pulse taken?!"

"Of course! There are quite a few people involved. Dr. Dian also sent some people to different levels. Didn't he mention this?" Teng Daili asked on the other end of the phone.

“I didn’t hear him say that. After all, they have Elder Liang practicing medicine there! Elder Liang definitely knows about longevity pulse diagnosis, but... times have changed. The current longevity pulse diagnosis is basically not on the same wavelength as the traditional medical longevity pulse diagnosis of the past. There are some things that Elder Liang definitely won’t get involved in easily.” Bian Mu casually replied over the phone.

"Then...should we compile them and send them to the main library at once?"

"Then... why don't they just register with us?" Bian Mu asked casually.

"Judging from what they said, they probably thought it was too expensive! Old people are greedy, they'll save money wherever they can!"

"Alright then! Send it to me first! I'll see what's going on, and the relevant fees will be calculated according to your standards!" Bian Mu reiterated the specific calculation method.

After putting down his phone, Bian Mu called Dian Shuhua to inquire about the matter.

“I have some too, quite a few. When I was compiling the data last night, there were at least 30 cases in total.” “What do you mean, Mr. Liang?” Bian Mu asked on the other end of the phone.

"They said they're getting old and their skills aren't what they used to be, and besides, the industry standards from a few years ago might not be valid anymore, so they all declined!" Dian Shuhua replied with a laugh on the other end of the phone.

"Understood. Follow the same approach as Dr. Teng and his team, and push all of them to the main clinic! The fees will still be calculated according to your procedures. Here's how it works..." Over the phone, Bian Mu briefly explained the accounting methods and procedures for these patients.

……

The next morning, Bian Mu was forced to add 5 more patients, and the same thing happened in the afternoon. By the end of the day, he had added 10 patients, all of whom came to "connect with the pulse."

The first person was a 76-year-old man, who was refined and polite, with a straight back and good hearing, but the look in his eyes didn't seem to reflect his true feelings.

"Where did you learn that some of us in traditional Chinese medicine can take a pulse to determine longevity?" Bian Mu asked with a smile while taking the pulse.

"It's a tradition passed down from the older generation. A few of my colleagues passed away recently! Because there were no prior arrangements or warnings, they just died while traveling. There were so many things left undone, and all the trouble was left to their children. I don't want to be so passive, so I thought I'd come here to have my 'lifeline' checked, so I'll at least have a relatively clear timetable in mind, and then I won't be too flustered when arranging my funeral." The old man replied with a smile.

“Grandpa! You know, before your generation, people’s lives were much simpler. Repetitive daily routines were the norm back then, so pulse diagnosis wasn’t as complicated. In practice, you could at least guess a few correctly. It was passed down by word of mouth. Plus, back then, the industry wasn’t very standardized. Some of us in the industry liked to brag and advertise, and we’d just spout off a few things and end up with this mess… It’s not very credible, so you can’t believe in pulse diagnosis! You’re clearly an educated person. If people’s lifespans were really determined like an ultrasound, wouldn’t our world be frozen?!” Bian Mu patiently explained.

"That's true, but you're no ordinary person! You founded a traditional Chinese medicine clinic at such a young age, and opened three of them! You must have real skills, so a general assessment would be fine! You came all this way early in the morning, without even taking a nap, you can't just send me away like that, can you?!" The old man insisted.

"Hehe...Grandpa! Actually, from a professional point of view, taking a pulse to determine one's lifespan isn't like fortune telling. How should I put it...it's a bit like stock trading!" Bian Mu said with a smile, offering this analogy.

"What?! This is getting weirder and weirder. How did it get to stocks? I don't trade stocks, I don't understand!" The old man was a little unhappy.

"What I mean is to look at trends, to look at a person's health trends. For example, at your age, you must have read a lot of essays and miscellaneous writings from the Republican era, right?"

Upon hearing this, the old man's face lit up with a slight smile.

"You were absolutely right! I'm still looking at it now. Tell me, which famous artist is it?" Hey! The old man is getting excited.

“I’ll say this: So-and-so bumped into someone on the street and said that person ‘seemed to be showing signs of impending death…’ Do you remember this sentence?” Bian Mu asked with a smile.

Upon hearing this, the old man's expression immediately became tense.

Seeing this, Bian Muxin felt much more relieved.