Merchant and doctor

Perhaps trying to imply the authenticity of the letter, Mr. Shao deliberately chose a kind of letter paper called "eight-line paper" before his death. At first, Bian Mu thought it was an antique letter paper purchased online. , Bian Mu felt that the letter paper in his hand was obviously special.

Taking off the gloves, he chose one of the letterheads, and Bian Mu gently touched and rubbed it twice with the fingers of his left hand.

"The real thing! If nothing else, at least it's a high-quality imitation from the early years of the Republic of China. Mr. Shao wrote letters on this kind of letterhead. Besides winning my trust, what kind of message did he want to convey? It seems that this This letter has to be kept well, maybe it will be of great use in the future!" Thinking of this, Bian Mu took out his mobile phone with the light on, and took pictures of the letters in his hand one by one.

There are seven and a half pages in total, and the font gets smaller and smaller as you get to the end of the text. I really don't know what kind of mentality Mr. Shao had at that time.

Bian Mu has always had an excellent memory. Although the lines between the lines seem a bit literary, the basic content is not complicated. It didn't take long for Bian Mu to memorize almost all the content.

Carefully put all the letterheads into the envelope, and took out a new black garbage bag from the corner of the balcony, Bian Mu put the envelope inside and tied the bag tightly.

"I'll pass by the bank tomorrow and put it in the safe!" Bian Mu thought to himself.

Afterwards, Bian Mu threw the black garbage bag into the corner of the door, so that he could see it when he went out tomorrow morning, so as not to forget it tomorrow.

I was packing up and getting ready to go to bed when my phone rang.

Huang Boxi's phone call.

"The medicines are all prepared. Let's meet at the hospital tomorrow morning?" Huang Boxi said calmly on the phone.

"Okay! Thank you for your hard work! What time is it?"

"09:30!"

"Okay! I've got a busy business here, and I have to ask you to help me with some medicine. I don't know if it's convenient for you?" Bian Mu said.

"What medicine?"

"The ancient prescription 'Mabosan', powder, mixed with rice wine, I plan to smear a little on the patient's fingers, he is still young, I don't want to use anesthetics in consideration of protecting his related nerves."

"Oh! You changed the prescription yourself?"

"Da Fang hasn't moved, there are a few small changes, is it convenient for you?" Bian Mu asked politely on the other end of the phone.

"Then what's the inconvenience? You've already said me, and I just prepared it for you. Then...why don't you make it into an ointment? Just wipe it on and it'll be fine? It won't drop a little in the middle, and it will fall off in a while." Slow down, don't you have to take the medicine again?"

"I have to do a complicated bone-setting treatment for that patient, that is, the kind of surgery that doesn't require surgery. Although it doesn't require surgery, you still need to use needles, right? It's faster to operate along the needle holes, or powder, you said. Woolen cloth?"

"That's fine! Listen to what you mean, have you already made a special needle?"

"Yes, before the clinic opened, I asked a friend to find folk craftsmen to customize it."

"It's a bit similar to Qin Jin's 'Little Needle Knife'?" Huang Boxi was much more experienced, and asked the key points as soon as he opened his mouth.

"It's more complicated than the 'small needle knife'. It's also the first time I use it. To prevent accidents, I plan to ask a microsurgeon to sit next to me. The anesthetist is their own, so don't use it!"

"Oh... Listen to what you mean... The patient in your hand has a lot of broken bones? The location is quite troublesome? The microsurgery department of a large hospital is not easy to do, right?" Huang Boxi is also a serious general practitioner of traditional Chinese medicine. , You can speak seriously as soon as you open your mouth.

"You always guessed right! That's what happened. The patient is in his early thirties, and he is in his prime. His right hand will be disabled, and it will be affected for most of his life. Originally, I didn't intend to meddle in this business. Unexpectedly, In the middle of it, a Mr. Chen came to the clinic, he showed kindness and made it clear that he was willing to cover the bottom line financially, and I couldn't bear it for a while, so I agreed to continue treating patients."

"Which Mr. Chen? Do I know him?" It was strange that Huang Boxi was suddenly interested in this matter, and kept asking for relevant details on the phone.

"Chen Yueqing, President Chen!"

"Hi! Who am I, it turns out it's him! A friendly reminder, you have to be careful when dealing with him!" On the other end of the phone, Huang Boxi reminded a few words in good faith.

"What can he do to me?" On the other end of the phone, Bian Mu asked puzzled.

"Then I can't tell. He is a very shady person. You must have forgotten how his nephew died, right? Didn't you feel sorry for it at the time? Think about the reaction of the surname Chen at that time, you Don't you understand everything?" On the other end of the phone, Huang Boxi seemed to have doubts about Chen Yueqing's character and personality.

"You mean Fang Yiqin, right?"

"Who else but him?! Even if he treats his nephew like that, now facing a stranger who has never met before, he will suddenly be kind? Anyway, I don't believe it!"

"Based on your experience, how would he use that patient against me?" At this time, Bian Mu felt a little guilty.

"This time it shouldn't be the case! For many years, almost no one has used traditional Chinese medicine to perform such a complicated acupuncture treatment. As far as I know, you should be the first! Then... Take Chen Yueqing As a human being, he should be out of curiosity, pay a little money, get a good reputation, and win your trust at the same time. He wants to see with his own eyes how deep your Chinese medicine level can be. As for the future... it should be Thinking of fishing for big fish with a long line? You are a decent person and your brain is not bad, so he shouldn't be able to do anything to you, but...if you start to like him, in the future...you will suffer 100% from him .” On the other end of the phone, Huang Boxi kindly reminded.

"I seem to understand a little bit more, thank you Huang Lao for reminding me, then I have to guard against him in the future." Bian Mu said with a smile on the phone.

"In a society governed by the law, he is not a gangster. What can he do to you? In the end, I still try to use you. Where did this matter go today? Be careful in the future!" On the other end of the phone, Huang Boxi came a few times with a smile. sentence.

"Then...about Mafeisan? Can you help me?"

"What's the inconvenience? I'll prepare the ingredients for you tomorrow morning, and send the recipe later!"

"Okay! By the way, Teacher Huang, how much do we pay?" Bian Mu hurriedly asked.

"It's an old rule that you don't have any money, just pay a fee." On the phone, Huang Boxi seemed quite generous.

"Thank you, Mr. Huang! In addition, I thought of some personnel matters temporarily, so I would like to ask you, Mr. Cao Qiling, Mr. Cao, do you have any impression?"

"Him? The number 'seven', the 'age' of age?" Huang Boxi asked.

"Yes, it's him."

"It seems that the person has passed away?"

"Yes, was he very good back then?" Bian Mu asked curiously.

"It's okay! If it wasn't for that medical accident, he might still be the dean of the Municipal No. 7 People's Hospital!" On the other end of the phone, Huang Boxi suddenly mentioned a medical accident that happened a long time ago.