Merchant and doctor

Chapter 136
Although there is still a lot of room for improvement in personal medical skills, with unremitting efforts, Bian Mu has already ranked among the middle-level experts in the practice of Chinese medicine. He may not be able to explain what happened to the top experts such as Nie Yixiong and Cen Songxue. He can still see what it means.

As far as the medical treatment situation Mu saw before him, Dr. Tian was somewhat self-aware. For diseases he was not sure about, he would push six-two-five. He was determined not to give a prescription.

The old man who ran into the door of the pharmacy was right. Dr. Tian is a typical doctor. He dares to prescribe prescriptions for pediatrics, common gynecological diseases, and some senile chronic diseases. The way of "cutting" should belong to the kind of lazy doctor who relies on his clinical experience to make money.

However, there is one point. Doctor Tian should have worked hard in those years. He memorized a lot of gold prescriptions, time prescriptions, and folk prescriptions. However, it can be heard that his "digestion" ability in business is quite mediocre. A half-knowledge of understanding can only be used to bluff laymen.

When they got close, Bian Mu could see clearly what Doctor Tian looked like.

His complexion is dark, like black charcoal, and the pigmentation is very obvious. He is about seventy years old, and the age spots on his face have grown a lot. His eyes are not big, and he wears a pair of old-fashioned myopia glasses. His eyes look black and bright. Black and bright.

Bian Mu guessed that, similar to Kuang Yiheng, Dr. Tian should have a set of health-preserving techniques that he had figured out on his own, for example, taking certain supplements or eating several special foods for a long time.

However, it's not quite the same as ordinary Chinese medicine doctors, the bright color is a bit smug, and it doesn't look like a kind person at first glance.

From the beginning to the end, Dr. Tian has always had a grimace, as if someone owed him tens of thousands of dollars. No matter how actively or even flatteringly the patient complained about his illness, he always had an expression on his face. Moreover, he listened a lot, Respond less.

Bian Mu guessed that this might be a trick for Dr. Tian to pretend to be serious in front of old men, old ladies, and middle-aged women, as if this could not bring out his tall "famous doctor" image.

After patiently investigating for more than an hour, Bian Mu thought that he had already figured out the background of Dr. Tian.

"Anyway, he can cure a few minor ailments. He is essentially different from a charlatan. Alas! Some uncles and aunts do it to save money, some do it to make it easier to come and go, and some really believe it. He is a very good doctor, so everyone can get what they need!" Thinking about this, Bian Mu really couldn't stay any longer, got up and left the "Shouqi Clinic" quickly.

First, he has never been to a famous teacher, and second, he has no special adventures. Bian Mu has come to this point in Chinese medicine because of his flexible mind, down-to-earth and enterprising, continuous learning, learning from others' strengths, and his single-minded focus.

"Since we've already started, why don't we take a look around again, carefully examine the current situation of our personal clinic, and accumulate some experience, maybe in the future we will be the only way out!" Thinking of this, Bian Mu walked west along the main road. Wander around.

After walking about two stops, there was a private dental clinic across the road. The signboard was customized in a trendy way, and it was named "Tan Yanhui Dental Studio".

This private clinic is about twice the size of the "Shouqi Clinic". However, the clinic only occupies one floor, and above the second floor is a residential building.

Bian Mu stood on the side of the road and watched for a while, feeling that the place chosen by the dentist surnamed Tan was quite ideal.

The community where "Tan Yanhui Dental Studio" is located is a mid-range residential community at first glance. Bian Mu guessed that the owners of this community should probably be doctors, lawyers, teachers... and other middle-to-high-income earners. Residents in the community, Dr. Tan should have carefully investigated. " Bian Mu thought secretly.

Through the large floor-to-ceiling windows, it is very clear that the operating platform used by this dental clinic is quite high-end, and the overall environment is much better than that of the "Shouqi Clinic". The medical staff inside are all white coats and blue masks. , It looks orderly and calm, busy but not chaotic.

Some medical staff have no business for the time being, and no one plays with their mobile phones. They all sit upright and study online. It is estimated that Dr. Tan has requested that all partners have to maintain the image of the clinic at all times.

This clinic left a deep impression on Bian Mu.

Watching and watching, the sun is gradually setting.

The flow of off-duty people began to surge, and worried about the traffic jam, Bian Mu quickly put away his thoughts of continuing to investigate, stopped a taxi by the side of the road and went back to the "Huikang" hospital.

As soon as I got out of the taxi, my phone rang.

Unfamiliar number.

After a little hesitation, Bian Mu still picked it up.

"Mr. Bian Mu? This is the Baliqiao Police Station. If it's convenient, I hope you come here as soon as possible to identify the person and make a record at the same time."

"Oh! Is it related to my calling the police two days ago?"

"Yes! Is it convenient for you now?" On the phone, a male policeman asked politely.

"Convenient, convenient! Weekends! I'm not on duty at night. I'm from out of town. I'm not very familiar with our place. I'll check the electronic map later and get to your office as soon as possible."

"Mr. Bian can cooperate with our work so much, I would like to thank you here in advance, see you later!"

"You are too polite! See you later!" After finishing speaking, Bian Mu hung up the phone.

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At the Baliqiao police station, Bian Mu recognized that the three strong men were the ones who raided him in the middle of the night. According to the relevant procedures, they should be identified and recorded. Bian Mu fully cooperated, and the whole process went very smoothly.

When Bian Mu tried to find out who was instigating behind the scenes, a young police officer replied that the case was in the process of being handled, and it was inconvenient to disclose more details of the case.

Bian Mu expressed his deep understanding, and after thanking him repeatedly, Bian Mu quickly walked out of the Baliqiao police station.

At this time, it was the rush hour for late return, and I couldn’t get a taxi for half a day, and there were more people on the subway. Bian Mu thought that anyway, he would eat in the cafeteria all day long, so it would be better to take a look around the neighborhood and see if there are any local snacks to change his appetite.

After identifying the true north direction, Bian Mu tried to walk a few small streets towards the south.

"There's a shop selling shrimp and crab noodles in front, go in and have a look." Bian Mu thought to himself.

Stir-fry the small river crabs. When the smell of crab roe begins to waft, fry the live shrimps until they are cooked through. The tomato sauce is freshly squeezed, bright red and thick. It’s been cooked a long time ago. The middle-aged male chef felt that the heat was almost ready, so he scooped three spoonfuls of chicken soup into the wok, and stormed the fire...

On the other side, the proprietress tacitly boiled the wide noodles and put them into a small black pottery pot. The middle-aged male chef poured the fried marinade on top. It's beautiful!
Bian Mu eats a lot, and one bowl is not enough.

"Boss! Thanks for your hard work, you can add fish fillets without adding chili. I want a larger portion." Bian Mu said with a smile.

"Look at your gentle manner, I didn't expect the appetite to be so good. You eat the noodles first, and I will get you a large portion of fresh and fragrant fish fillets." As he spoke, the middle-aged male chef began to prepare the ingredients.

The small shop is almost full, and Bian Mu's seat is just facing the street. While eating delicious seafood noodles, Bian Mu looks up from time to time to enjoy the night view of other places.

There are two small clinics on the opposite side of the road, separated by a small intermediary company and a large chain pharmacy. The clinic on the east side has almost no patients. I only see a migrant worker sitting in front of the window for infusion, looking out of the window from time to time. After a few glances, it looks like you will lose for a while.

The clinic to the west is not big, but it is very popular, people who give needles, dispense medicine, and chat. A female doctor talks and laughs with the patients, and the atmosphere looks quite peaceful.

While bathing, eating, and pondering, I really can't think of what kind of diseases the two clinics can treat, and which one earns more...

(End of this chapter)