Merchant and doctor

Chapter 528 Restarting Guidance Treatment Methods
All night.

The next day, Bian Mu got up early, opened the window and looked outside for a few times. The drizzle was like silk, and the ground was wet. When he wasn't paying attention, it rained all night. Look. Come on, I slept deeply last night.

From time to time, he would perform a few martial arts moves with others, and the art of guidance is one of the six real skills of traditional Chinese medicine. While it was still early, Bian Mu looked up out of the window, chose the southeast direction, and stood with his feet apart. Shoulder width apart, bend your knees slightly, press the tip of your tongue against your upper teeth, relax your shoulders, slump your waist, and stand still...

This set of Qi movement procedures was already familiar to Bian Mu and was almost instinctive. After a while, Qi felt abundant and flowing naturally. Bian Mu began to use his mind to move Qi, guard his Dantian, store Qi, store mind, and gather it. God, save essence...

Today, Bian Mu plans to test to see how much energy his "sea of ​​​​qi", that is, the "reservoir" of his aura, can store.

……

When the meaning gradually separated, the mobile phone rang!

At this moment, Bian Mu can also hear natural sounds, but he is using his "intentional ear". It takes practice to a certain level to distinguish the "formal ear" (that is, the tangible ear, the physical ear) and the "intentional ear" (intentional ear). The virtual ears (the ears on the gas body rebuilt with the Qi machine as the core) naturally separate. They can separate when they want, close when they want, and can be retracted and released freely.

However, not everyone can achieve this kind of skill through hard practice.

Moreover, people with impure intentions, people with unclean motives, people with low levels of education, people with complicated thoughts, people whose Qi power cannot reach a certain level...all cannot practice, otherwise, they will easily become obsessed with emotions and emotions. Mental disorder, mental disorder.

This kind of Kung Fu can only be practiced by people who are full of righteousness, open-minded, and indifferent to fame and fortune.

In a sense, the sixth threshold of the art of guidance is actually quite high, and it cannot be practiced by just some patient who thinks he is doing well.

As far as Bian Mu knows, more than [-]% to [-]% of practitioners may not be able to find "Qi Sense" in their lives. Without Qi Sense, all other techniques will naturally be out of the question.

As a result, Daoyin's treatment of diseases has become increasingly weak, so much so that more than [-]% of serious Chinese medicine doctors in Lijin have abandoned it for many years, or used it with caution.

Bian Mu guessed that unless they encountered special patients, industry giants like Nie Yixiong, Cen Songxue, Meng Shulan, etc. might not be able to use it even once a year.

There is no way, teaching, practice, psychological safety... are always difficult. Not only that, the comprehensive quality of the vast majority of patients cannot reach the standard at all, and even about half of them can't even touch it. Using it to treat diseases is basically Nonsense.

After slowly dissipating his energy, Bian Mu completely switched his hearing to the human ear mode channel.

Tao Wenjie’s phone number.

"Eh?! Have you started staying up late at night? Have you got a girlfriend?"

"Hahaha... Even if I have that leisurely ambition, I still have to have time! The clinic has been a bit uneasy recently. Brother Fan is on duty alone at night. I'm a little worried. There are two of us. He is upstairs and I am upstairs. Well, if the bastard does something bad, we will take care of each other." On the phone, Bian Mu smiled and explained a few words.

"I'm just saying... I thought something was wrong with you, so it's nothing serious. By the way, Feng Lezhang talked to you last night, right?" The last sentence on the phone was Tao Wenjie's original intention.

well!Having been around in the mall for a long time, she has changed her identity. At a young age, Tao Wenjie seems to be a little too worldly and cares about worldly interests.

Bian Mu thought it was boring for her to live like this.

"Yes, we just had a casual chat." "Can we talk about the central issue?" Tao Wenjie got straight to the point.

Bian Mu couldn't tell. Is this considered her advantage?Or her biggest flaw? !
"Haha... let's put it this way! Does Feng Yuejuan know?"

"What's wrong with the most capable daughter of the old Feng family?" Tao Wenjie responded casually on the other end of the phone.

"When I was talking to Dean Feng, the old man sent her out directly. The male nurse in his family was also acting a little suspicious. Needless to say, he also sent her out. Even his daughter was not allowed to listen to the topics of our conversation. , tell me, can I tell you something?" Bian Mu asked on the other end of the phone.

"You are a real person! Hahaha... I am presumptuous, so I guess you won't break any taboos, right?"

"Oh... you are so smart, you can probably guess right." On the other end of the phone, Bian Mu smiled and complimented Tao Wenjie.

"Tch! Stop doing this! How does the old man plan to arrange the shares on hand? You know, 'Dalson'!"

"It was mentioned, but I didn't understand, so I didn't continue the conversation." What Bian Mu said was indeed the truth. However, apart from directly blocking Tao Wenjie's mouth, this kind of truth only provided other valuable information. There are no words.

No matter how smart Tao Wenjie is, she still can't understand the point.

"Oh... That was my misunderstanding. By the way, did the old man tell you about a person named 'Lu Yisi', 'Lu' for land, 'Yi' for easy, and 'Si' for thinking."

"No! I didn't mention it at all. Mr. Lu seems to have just returned to China. What's wrong? Does he also have some kind of indissoluble bond with the 'Dalson' company?" Out of curiosity, Bian Mu asked casually.

"Oh! You actually know the whereabouts of Lu Yisi. To be honest, I was really surprised when I heard you say that! They are really right. You may really belong to that kind of 'powerful' soul boy who is only one among millions of people. ?" You couldn't see the expression, and listening to the voice on the phone, Tao Wenjie's words didn't sound like he was joking.

"It just so happened that a friend of mine went to the airport to pick him up and accidentally bumped into that elite of the times. She had a very good impression of Dr. Lu and casually chatted with me for a few words. Because Dr. Lu was so excellent, I naturally had some Impression, at that time, I heard it as 'Louis' and thought he was an overseas friend!"

"I see... I'm just saying... OK! I won't bother you anymore, let's have dinner together some other time! Many things have been inexplicably involved with you. We are friends, and at the end of the day, I have to let those bad things go with me. You have to clear up the relationship. You have to take this to heart! If you are on guard against me again, you will be a bit stupid and hang up!" At this point, Tao Wenjie couldn't help but hang up the phone.

Putting down the phone, Bian Mu was inexplicably stunned for a while.

"Never mind it! No matter where they come from, let's learn from Nurhachi and just go straight on the right path. Medical skills come first, and we work hard to make money. The rest is really nonsense." Thinking of home, he put his phone on the sofa far away. After throwing it up, Bian Mu continued to practice.

……

In the morning, Bian Mu still insisted on only seeing twenty patients, among which patient No. 011 caught his attention.

Patient No. 011, male, 39 years old, surnamed Jiang, professional musician, foreigner, just bought a house and settled in Lijin, less than three years after the formal household registration was obtained, unmarried, has a girlfriend, cohabiting, no children, unknown intention to get married .

Mr. Jiang likes to eat pasta, and rarely eats rice, steamed buns, pancakes, etc. unless he has to. After questioning, he said that he was a frequent visitor to the "Fuyu" Clay Pot Noodle Restaurant. He suspected that he had fallen into the trap of Boss Sang. The poison of the seasoning.

(End of this chapter)