Merchant and doctor

Chapter 290 Bank Safe

There are thousands of acupuncture and moxibustion techniques in the world, but when it comes to a certain patient, there are often only two or three that are effective, and in the end only one can play a decisive role.

According to the specific condition of the patient, professional TCM physicians have to select one to three schemes from thousands of acupuncture and moxibustion schemes, and finally determine a set of core acupuncture methods. Even absolute IQ naturally makes quite high demands.

When I was in college, I dare not say that I read a lot of books and learned a lot. Bian Mu's reading volume in medical majors has long been many times that of his classmates in the same year. Compared with "students" like Qian Xiaotong, that is even more Ten times the catch-up.

In the junior year, one day, accidentally, Bian Mu discovered in surprise that Qian Xiaotong hadn’t even read through the contents of the professional textbooks they studied. Never flipped.

Compared with Qian Xiaotong, Bian Mu has attended three more universities.

Now, all the knowledge reserves of that year are now in use.

Sima Kui is a special patient. He possesses martial arts, and he can do the insidious things like "close the door and lock the lock" without showing any traces. Guan Yuelin has not lost his vitality, but some of his behavioral abilities are limited. The measure is really meticulous. From this, Bian Mu deduced that Sima Kui's kung fu was definitely not much lower when he was young.

In the face of such patients, when Bian Mu chooses a treatment plan, as long as he makes good use of the method of elimination, he can quickly find out the appropriate treatment method.

Bian Mu finally chose the "fire needle" method which is rarely used in ordinary times.

As a result, it took only less than 10 minutes to try it out, and Sima Kui's right hand and right arm seemed to be able to expand and contract freely.

It wasn't until this moment that the female staff member of the nursing home realized that she had bumped into a master of Chinese medicine today.

"Oh! You don't know Mount Tai with eyes! You are so young and already have such good acupuncture skills, and your future is boundless! Then... continue to be treated by you for a while, is it really possible for the old man to recover slowly?" Then There was a look of surprise on the woman's face, and she asked repeatedly.

"That's difficult. You have worked here for many years, right? Have you ever seen someone like the old man recover enough to walk on the ground? Right! I can only say that I will try my best to find a way and adjust the treatment plan at any time , I don't dare to say other big things." Bian Mu looked very humble.

"Look at your modesty...do your best! The old man is quite pitiful, it doesn't matter how much he is cured! Then...he has no family! How do you pay for this?" The three Qiangzi took a few glances at where they were standing.

"The whole process is free! You have the right to treat me as a free clinic here." Bian Mu replied with a smile.

"That's great! If you are so benevolent and righteous at a young age, then we will hand over the old man to you! If there is anything we need to do, just say it!"

"It's easy to say, easy to say! After that, you won't say much when I come and go here!" Bian Mu said politely with a smile.

"That is, that is! If necessary, we can issue an access control card for you, so you will be free to come and go in the future!" The woman explained with a smile.

"Thank you, thank you! I will do my best!" Bian Mu replied calmly.

"Okay! Then you are busy first. If you need anything, just call me." After that, the female staff member went out and walked away.

Seeing the woman walking away, San Qiangzi asked with a smile, "What should we do next?"

"You tell the old man, no matter what form it is, from now on, he has to find a way to slowly pass on the essentials of the 'meridian acupuncture' he has mastered to me, otherwise, he can still show his current living conditions to me. In front of people." Not politely, Bian Mu asked the Three Qiangzi to pass on the message.

"Okay! I'll discuss it with the old man." After finishing speaking, he quickly walked to the head of the bed, squatted down, and moved closer to Sima Kui's side. The three Qiangzi communicated with each other in a special way they knew each other for a long time.

……

"The old man agreed, and I'll write it down for you." After finishing speaking, San Qiangzi went out to find a pen and paper.

Bian Mu knew that Sima Kui's heart was as deep as the sea, and dealing with him at close range would not do him any good, so he sat down on the wooden chair next to him, and Bian Mu sat there with his eyes closed and meditated.

Not long after, San Qiangzi came back with a pen and paper.

Bian Mu didn't say much, bent down and pulled out the handle of the nursing bed, shook it clockwise a few times, and Sima Kui sat up slowly.

San Qiangzi found the board for eating under the nursing bed, rinsed it briefly, and went to the bedside to fix it.

In this way, Sima Kui is considered to have a small desk.

Sloppy, Sima Kui finally wrote a line of small characters.

Bian Mu found that the handwriting written by Sima Kui was very small. Due to being paralyzed in bed for a long time, Sima Kui's handwriting ability had already been reduced to the lowest level.

Standing by the side and watching coldly for a long time, Bian Mu was initially convinced that Sima Kui was really paralyzed, and definitely not the result of that kind of pretending.

Bian Mute was patient, and didn't say a word of urging, just stood by and carefully observed the details of Sima Kui's writing movements, and savored carefully what Sima Kui's inner world looked like at this moment from time to time.

……

I don't know how many sheets of paper were scrapped, but Sima Kui was finally able to write some decent characters.

However, the characters written by Sima Kui are like matchsticks spliced ​​together one by one, completely in the style of a second-grade elementary school student learning to write.

……

After a while, San Qiangzi felt that it was almost done, and chatted for a while while holding a piece of manuscript paper while Mu went to the window sill.

The two of them identified each other with guesswork for a long time, and finally pieced together a few words.

"It's in the bank safe..."

"The account number ends with 3681..."

"The password is his birthday..."

"Let's find a relationship to prove it..."

Gone!

"Do you think what he wrote can be believed?" Frowning, the Three Qiangzi questioned.

"Basically believable! I have the habit of storing valuables in bank safes." Bian Mu responded.

"Ah?! Do you still have this habit?! It seems that you are a rich man!"

"I have fart money, hahaha... I live in a single dormitory alone, and I work poorly on the street during the day. How dare I put something worth a little money in the dormitory! I have already stored the ancient pulse pillow that your father gave you. It's in the bank safe." Bian Mu explained with a smile.

"Really? It seems that you are quite similar to him! What should we do? Shall we go to the bank?"

"That's right! You still have to go there with me! Be a witness, otherwise, those treasures will be dead forever, what a pity! That is a treasure of traditional Chinese medicine!" Bian Mu said with a smile.

"Okay! Let Uncle Kui take a good rest, writing these words will kill him, the old man is too weak!" Having said that, the Three Qiangzi turned their heads and glanced at Sima Kui.

(End of this chapter)