Merchant and doctor

Mr. Chen graduated with [-] books, and in his spare time, he read all kinds of miscellaneous books. He has seen similar sayings in many books that "Chinese medicine is close to witchcraft".

For a long time, Mr. Chen has regarded this as "derogatory". This kind of statement is relatively repulsive and suspicious of Chinese medicine. They believe that there is a certain accident, mystery, and randomness in some aspects of Chinese medicine...

In short, in their view, Chinese medicine is not scientific.

What's more, they think that doctors of traditional Chinese medicine treat diseases purely by chance, and they are quite similar to the "wizard" of the dance master in some respects.

Now, after being in such close contact with Dr. Bian Mu, Mr. Chen suddenly realized that "Chinese medicine is close to witchcraft" should have another meaning. Precision, depth, full of incredible mystery.

After making a fuss for a long time, "Chinese medicine is close to witchcraft" actually contains the meaning of praise!
"Because of you, my views on traditional Chinese medicine have changed a lot. Thank you, Dr. Bian, how much should I pay for your consultation today?" Mr. Chen mentioned money.

"It's enough to pay 40. I hope to receive good curative effect after taking the medicine. I wish you a speedy health!" After finishing speaking, Bian Mu got up and sent Mr. Chen out politely.

At this moment, Mr. Fan came in through the door carrying two casserole noodles.

"Let's go?!" Mr. Fan asked with a smile.

"Well! It's nothing serious, it can be regarded as a problem in the womb. After a while, as long as the pressure in the heart is lowered, the symptoms he said will disappear naturally. Eh?! Why does this noodle casserole always smell bad? A peculiar aroma? What kind of seasoning is in it?" As he spoke, Bian Mu reached out to take a casserole of noodles, put it in front of the small dining table, opened the lid of the lunch box, and sniffed it carefully several times. .

"What? Is there something wrong? I think it should be their secret unique sesame oil seasoning sauce, such as chili sauce, balsamic vinegar, pickles, and fresh vegetables. The boss puts them outside, and the diners can adjust them as they want How to adjust it, if it is not enough, the waiter in the store will make it up immediately, except that the special sesame oil seasoning sauce is specially placed in it, anyway, it is definitely out of reach of diners." Mr. Fan seemed to realize something, and quickly put The distinctive features of the male boss briefly described a few words.

"No wonder..." Bian Mu seemed thoughtful.

"You mean... the male boss deliberately added something ulterior to the unique sesame oil seasoning sauce? For example, what kind of 'shell'?!" Speaking of this, Mr. Fan couldn't help but tremble a few words.

For no other reason, Mr. Fan likes to eat this kind of casserole noodles recently. Regardless of whether Bian Mu is around or not, he must eat at least one serving of this magical "casserole noodles" every day. There are ulterior things in this guy. Then he is not miserable!
"If there is no basis, you can't say it casually, but... let's be careful, that kind of sauce can be seen by the eyes, I will pick some of it out, and find a friend to test it in private, just in case, if the man If he is so bold, if he really tampered with the seasoning, then his business will be considered successful. Although we open a small clinic, we also have the social responsibility of purifying the air in society, suppressing evil and strengthening the healthy." While talking, Mu used The chopsticks picked out the piece of sauce on the surface of the casserole and gently put it into a small reagent box.

Seeing Bian Mu operate like this, Mr. Fan immediately began to mutter in his heart. Without a word, he used both spoons and chopsticks, and used both hands to pick out all the 'unique sesame oil seasoning sauce' that could be seen by the naked eye and throw them directly into a bowl. in a small plastic bag.

The two chatted while eating.

"There is a lot of chicken bone grass in it, and there are a lot of five-finger peaches in it. There is a bit too much pepper in the Dumen sesame oil seasoning sauce. I can't even distinguish them one by one with such a sharp nose. It seems that there is More or less something." Bian Mu explained with a smile.

"Oh! Listen to what you mean, if the male boss follows the normal operating procedures openly, you can smell that there is something in all the ingredients?! You can even guess the relevant proportions?!" Mr. Fan widened his eyes. He glanced at Bian Mu with a look of incomparable surprise.

"Hahaha... Don't look at me with that kind of eyes. Our profession requires a lot of basic skills, one of which we call 'Tasting Herbs', you can also narrowly understand it as 'Smell Herbs', theoretically speaking , the master of Chinese medicine sits there, what ingredients are in the so-called "unique sesame oil seasoning sauce" that the man secretly made in private, and the specific ratio is 100% sure. It may be a bit exaggerated, but you can definitely guess it. Eight, the higher the level, the higher the accuracy. I haven't practiced it before, and the difference is too far! There is an old man named Huang in our circle of friends. He is much better than me in this respect. He heard Once you smell it, you may be able to guess about 9% of it." Bian Mu explained with a smile.

"Good guy! So powerful! You can't accept it!" Mr. Fan said with emotion.

Having said that, he changed the subject, Bian Mu asked casually: "Do you have any plans for the future? I will have to hire nurses and pharmacists sooner or later. At that time, you won't be able to intervene. I'm not driving you away! It's awkward to have nothing to do, isn't it?"

"I know, I know! You are doing it for my own good. I stay with you all day. I feel that I am much better in all aspects. Let's talk about it later. That day, I passed by an Internet cafe, turned on the computer and wrote a small alarm clock program. I can no longer be seen as clumsy, maybe, I have been completely eliminated by the industry." Speaking of this, the expression on Mr. Fan's face suddenly became much darker.

"Do you know why I let you live here all day? I don't give you any medicine, and I don't arrange any specific things for you. It seems that you are here on night shift, and you usually run errands and do odd jobs. Actually, there are thousands of tonics in the world, but the one you lack the most is 'fireworks', and this is what I lack the most here, don't think too much, with your intelligence, you will slowly recover Yes." Bian Mu explained with a smile.

"It turned out to be like this! No wonder I feel so comfortable staying here, and I'm up to you on how to make proper arrangements in the future." Mr. Fan responded casually.

"It's serious! However, I sincerely hope that you can go through the previous business again and see if you can restore it to the original level. It may not be suitable for old Mr. Chen Yueqing to stay there for too long. However, temporarily applying there Earn some living expenses for yourself, and with the help of the technical environment over there, you may be able to recover faster." Bian Mu reminded casually.

Hearing this, Mr. Fan seemed to have remembered something, and suddenly became even more silent.