Merchant and doctor

Chapter 383
San Qiangzi is very dedicated to his work, except for driving some food, Bian Mu rarely goes to the small clinic.

Bian Mu has already officially started working in the R&D center. He works part-time and does not have an independent office. He works with his colleagues in a corner on the third floor.

Because he was completely ignorant, Bian Mu would go there every morning to punch in his card, sit for a few minutes, and sign his name, and then he would go downstairs and go out to do the chores at hand.

Everyone knows that Bian Mu is one of the few "special posts" in the company. The working method, starting salary standard, office environment... all aspects are very different from other colleagues. It didn't take long for everyone to see it.

This morning, after ten o'clock, when Bian Mu came out of the R&D center, his cell phone rang.

A phone call from my friend Dr. Yue.

"All the procedures at the clinic have been completed. You have what other colleagues have; you have almost all the ones that other colleagues do not have, or are difficult to apply for. If there is anything missing, you will let me know at any time. One sound, I will help you again!" Dr. Yue told me on the phone.

"Thank you so much! If I had to go through the normal procedures around this matter, maybe it would be a joke at some point." On the other end of the phone, Bian Mu hastily said a few polite words.

"Hi! It's a trivial matter, not worth mentioning. In fact, during the process of going through the formalities, I discovered that the Xiaobailou technical salon opened by my dad is quite formal, and the prestige in the industry is not low. It is quite troublesome. It's just a matter of luck that the program just flew by."

"Humble! You are still capable, and I will treat you to dinner another day."

"Can't it be noon today?" Doctor Yue said with a smile, half joking and half serious.

"A senior has lived in a nursing home in the northern suburbs for a long time. Taking advantage of today's free time, I want to go over there and see where the old man is now." On the phone, Bian Mu mentioned the strange man in the world. Sima Kui.

"Really? Then go ahead and make an appointment another day! By the way, your classmate Qian Xiaotong has helped you a lot in getting your license. Tell him later!" Dr. Yue said in the Kindly reminded me on the phone.

"I will, talk another day!"

"Be careful on the road, bye!" After saying that, Dr. Yue hung up the phone casually.

……

On the northern outskirts of Lijin City, under Xiaogu Mountain, is the "Sunset Red" Nursing Home.

Bian Mu knocked lightly on the door a few times. It was unimaginable, with Sima Kui's mentality, it had been a while. At this moment, I don't know what kind of state his body and mind are in.

With a "squeak", the door opened.

It was eleven o'clock at the moment, and the masseuse was about to call it a day and go home, when she heard someone knock on the door and asked Bian Mu's identity, she kindly invited Bian Mu to come in and take a seat.

"Is the old man okay?" Bian Mu asked with a smile.

"It's amicable, but he is very self-disciplined and doesn't mess around very much, which is pretty good!" the masseuse responded with a smile.

"Nonsense? It seems that the effect of the treatment you presided over is quite obvious. I came to visit some time ago. There is nothing I can do. The old man's body degenerates very quickly, and the degree is quite serious." Bian Mu praised a few words with a smile.

"You are too polite! When you come, someone will accompany him, so I will go back first." After that, the masseuse picked up the toolbox and got up to leave.

Out of the corner of his eye, Bian Mu noticed that Sima Kui's complexion, facial expression, hands and feet...everything was much better.

"Then I won't see you off." Bian Mu said politely with a smile.

"Don't be so polite! Let's talk another day!" After that, the masseuse went out with her work box and walked away.

Turning around, Bian Mu leaned over to the head of the bed, and raised his voice to say hello to Sima Kui: "How are you recently?"

Sima Kui was still unable to speak, but his hands were much more flexible. He took out a small notebook out of nowhere, with a black gel pen stuck in it.

With a pen in hand and a notebook in his left hand, Sima Kui wrote a few lines while lying half-lying on the head of the bed at an oblique angle.

After taking a few glances, Bian Mu suddenly realized that old man Sima's condition was much better.

"It doesn't need to be so loud, I can hear it." This is the specific content of Sima Kui's writing.

"That's kind! Then I'll give you a pulse first." As he spoke, Bian Mu moved a small bench and sat on the bedside to take Sima Kui's pulse.

……

It takes about 16 minutes.

Bian Mu had a solid idea.

"Senior! I have little talent, poor understanding, and I am entangled in miscellaneous things around me. I am slowly digesting the information you provided. Unfortunately, due to my limited ability, many technical problems have not been completely resolved. So... I now have a whole set of needling methods, just the set of 'Ziwu Liuzhu needling method', I still have two knives! However, I have made some progress recently, so I will give you two acupuncture first?" Bian Mu explained with a smile.

"I trust you!" Sima Kui responded with a pen.

"Okay! You trust me so much! Thank you!" After finishing speaking, Bian Mu took out a box of stainless steel needles from his small bag.

After disinfecting and identifying acupuncture points, Bian Mu pricked Sima Kui behind his left ear and on the sole of his right foot.

It will take some time to wake up the needle, Bian Mu sat next to Sima Kui, and briefly introduced his psychological process of studying 'Ziwu Liuzhu Needle'.

Sima Kui just listened quietly, hardly expressing his opinion.

After a while, Bian Mu felt that he had nothing more to say, so he smiled embarrassingly, and was about to close his eyes and rest his mind.

In the end, Bian Mu still didn't have a good impression of Sima Kui, after all, there were still few words.

At this moment, Sima Kui picked up a pen and wrote a few lines instead.

"The population of Lijin has been increasing year by year. There are all kinds of people. Among them are a few idlers who have no brains, but like to collect all kinds of Chinese medicine classics. Although most of them are waste products, but in the spirit of excellence , The principle of eliminating the false and preserving the true, you may find some valuable orphans."

After reading these words, Bian Mu's eyes brightened.

"Senior! I plan to open a small clinic. I think that a small clinic is not the same as a public regular hospital or a private hospital. Let alone other things, the types of patients and customer groups they face are quite different, so , I have to study some special but very practical Chinese medicine theories in advance, especially the traditional Chinese medicine techniques that have immediate results, what do you think?"

Speaking with a pen, Sima Kui quickly replied: "Children can be taught! In a sense, there is almost a two-fold difference between small clinics and regular hospitals. What you think is right. Thank you for turning your mind fast enough, otherwise, within three months, the custodian will let you close the business."

After reading this passage, Bian Mu couldn't help being surprised.

As for?I am at least one of the best among the younger generation of TCM physicians. Even if I am a little inexperienced, I wouldn't close my business within three months, right? !

Bian Mu couldn't believe it.

However, judging by Sima Kui's reaction, it seemed that what he said was all true.

After a moment of silence, Bian Mu chose to trust Sima Kui.

"Senior! What you wrote just now really shocked me. However, after thinking about it carefully, what you said should be reasonable. Some things are also within my expectations. Then... can I do this? I understand... I can easily deal with it when I open a clinic after I get those orphan copies you mentioned?" Bian Mu asked.

Speaking with a pen, Sima Kui replied: "Almost!"

For some reason, maybe the room was a little stuffy, Bian Mu felt that his back was sweating.

(End of this chapter)