Merchant and doctor

Chapter 166 The wind is rising

Generally speaking, a man with a good family background, a good job, nearing retirement, and raising pigeons in a residential area is often self-righteous, and may not listen to the doctor's advice.

The male patient in front of me is likely to be the same.

Bian Mu knew that dealing with this kind of patients required not only superb medical skills, but also considerable patience.

What's more, he was once Lu Shiyuan's patient.

Bian Mu guessed that for a situation like his that is not very serious and requires long-term conservative treatment without a better radical treatment plan, from Lu Shiyuan's point of view, there is no lure. I believe that Lu Shiyuan should have no interest in him.

Treatment is not so good.

This does not mean that Lu Shiyuan's medical skills are not good.

"Mr. Xia, you know that the diagnosis and treatment of Chinese medicine are not as intuitive as Western medicine, so... I will try to explain it to you in detail. If you think it is necessary, we may have to take a film to check the lungs. The situation." Bian Mu explained with a smile.

"Eh?! Doctor Bian! Is this necessary? My lungs are fine! What? Repeated examinations? Charge more? Isn't it appropriate?" The patient, Mr. Xia, began to question Bian Mu's motivation for practicing medicine.

"Didn't I say it just now! 'If you think it is necessary', based on the current test results and your living habits, my diagnosis is roughly like this: the slope of the step ladder in your house is too steep, and it is almost Catch up and go straight up and down, how much feed do more than 40 pigeons eat every day? Did you carry the feed up yourself?"

"That's right! As you know, labor costs are so expensive now! It's not worth hiring people. I'm a strong man, so I can do it myself."

"Hehe...it's not troublesome! This person's knee joints will naturally degenerate once he passes fifty. You are strong and have ample money. There is no need to engage in physical labor. Even if you degenerate naturally, it will not affect you. You lived a normal life, but in the end, because of a group of pigeons, you made your knee joint sick." Bian Mu explained with a smile.

"No way! Even if I carry a few bags of corn, sorghum, etc., I won't crush my knee joints, right?" the patient, Mr. Xia, questioned.

"Recall carefully, did you wear a mask when you went upstairs to feed and tease the pigeons?" Bian Mu Qiqi asked.

"Don't wear it!"

"You are very capable and you like to be clean. We can imagine the situation where you keep pigeons upstairs without field visits, but! Pigeon droppings, foreign germs carried by pigeon feathers, particularly small waste feathers... you have Can you do harmless disposal?" Bian Mu asked rhetorically.

Upon hearing this, the patient Mr. Xia fell silent.

"Based on the comprehensive diagnosis of other doctors, you should already have pulmonary nodules, early chronic pneumonia and other pulmonary symptoms. Thanks to your superior living conditions and good physical condition, you are not very old again and again. I have resisted it, but from the perspective of our Chinese medicine practitioners, the qi mechanism in your body has been greatly damaged, and the flow of qi and blood is much worse than that of other people of the same age. The knee joint also pays attention to the smooth flow of qi and blood. Over time, coupled with external wear and tear, relatively speaking, the area around your knee joint will become the weakest place, and eventually you will get sick." While explaining, Bian Mu also drew a few sketches on the medical record paper for the patient Mr. Xia to see .

The patient, Mr. Xia, was silent.

Bian Mu didn't say anything more, leaned back in the chair, and casually turned the gel pen in his hand on the tip of his right finger for a while, as if the gel pen had been endowed with some kind of spiritual energy, gently Dancing at Bian Mu's fingertips.

On the opposite side, Doctor Wu stared at Bian Mu with wide eyes in amazement, and felt that Bian Mu was really amazing.

After a while, the patient Mr. Xia spoke.

"Can it be cured?"

"can!"

"Should I give the pigeon away first?"

"That's for sure! It's the original source of the disease!"

"Is there no other better treatment?"

"If the root cause of the disease is not cured, what do you think is the best medicine and the scientific and effective treatment plan?! Wouldn't it be wasteful? Why? Are you planning to have knee replacement surgery within ten years?" Bian Mu replied with a smile.

Hearing this, the patient, Mr. Xia, flicked his head, and there was a look of panic in his eyes.

"No, no! Then I will listen to the doctor, but... such a precious pigeon, it will take a month or two to deal with it! I must find a better home for it!"

"Hehe... How about this! I'll write you a list, you should have a CT scan first! After reading the results, let's discuss your current attitude." Bian Mu stabbed the patient Mr. Xia a few times without being soft or hard. sentence.

The patient, Mr. Xia, should have a high level of education. Hearing Dr. Bian's tone, he thought about the rumors about Bian Mu's medical skills outside, so he lowered his head and thought about it.

"Doctor Bian! You are also doing it for my own good. I know it well. I will empty the upstairs when I go back today."

"That's right! It's not suitable to keep pigeons in residential areas." As he spoke, Bian Mu gave him a moxibustion therapy order and sent him to the acupuncture department to find Dr. Liang for moxibustion therapy.

Seeing the patient Mr. Xia walk away, Doctor Wu pursed his lips and smiled.

"Are you annoyed by him? He was sent to Lao Liang for treatment."

"Hehe... That's not the case. If you raise pigeons in a residential area, you can just court your own death. Isn't this a disaster for the four neighbors!" Bian Mu replied with a smile.

Smiling, Doctor Wu said no more.

……

By the time they got off work at noon, the four of Bian Mu and his colleagues had received a total of 8 follow-up patients from colleagues in the same department.

The rumors are true!
"Let's just know what happened today. It's best not to talk about it with other colleagues, and try not to mention it to your family when you go home. I briefly analyzed it. If this matter has any adverse effects, it's my bad luck." One person should have nothing to do with the three of you, so... keeping silent is good for everyone." Before leaving work, Bian Mu specially reminded a few words.

"I think you have handled the eight people properly, don't worry! If there is a villain causing trouble, I will definitely stand up and testify for you." Doctor Wu said with a smile.

Nurse Lin was very cautious and didn't say anything.

Nurse Xiao Sun didn't have enough qualifications. She felt that she had no right to speak at such a time and on such an occasion, so she lowered her head and didn't say a word.

"Thank you for your close cooperation, let's go back to eat!" After finishing speaking, Bian Mu left the consultation room first to ask Huang Boxi for dinner.

……

Gongyuan Street, West Erdao Lane, "Lao An Noodle House".

"I've been craving this for a long time, and today I'm done with you." As he spoke, Huang Boxi poured Bian Mu a cup of tea.

"It's a bit simple! Just a bowl of noodles?" Bian Mu said with a smile.

"There are also fried small yellow croakers, rolling dragon tofu, and ground three immortals, all of which are delicious! How about a few drinks?" Huang Boxi said with a smile.

"No! I still have to go to work in the afternoon! You do what you want!" Bian Mu originally wanted to talk about the fact that he had already started treating patients who could not be cured by other colleagues in the department, but the words came to his lips, and he swallowed them back.

Huang Boxi is quite selfish, so it's better not to tell him some things.

"Lao'an Noodle House" specializes in mutton pulled noodles, big and wide slices, Q elastic and chewy. It is a famous local food in Lijin.

"I heard that you were very brave at the questioning scene! Everyone said that you were sullen on behalf of other colleagues, and you were clamoring to raise money to treat you to a big meal!"

"Hi! It's just self-defense. Good luck. They didn't prepare enough, so I took advantage of the loophole. By the way, I have prepared a prescription. Ganoderma lucidum and ginseng are ready-made. Please make some pills for an elder , water pills, the small ones." As he spoke, Bian Mu took out a prescription from his arms and handed it to Huang Boxi.

After studying it carefully for a while, Huang Boxi said with a smile: "This person is very close to you! Such a high-standard prescription."

"It's okay! You have to charge this time, otherwise, it will be difficult for me to speak next time."

"Forget it! The old rules! Only the cost of the work is charged! Since this person is your elder, I have to pay a little respect, right, let's talk about it next time!"

"Thank you then!"

"My own people, you're welcome!"

The two were chatting, and the second daughter of Lao An's family was carrying a large tray and had already started serving food on it.

(End of this chapter)