Practicing business and practicing medicine

During the recent period, Bian Mu has been quite critical of Nie Yixiong and other famous doctors. He feels that they really don't care about some patients, and they seem to be looking up at them. In terms of medical ethics, Bian Mu secretly thinks that they are not very caring about some patients. The position is more or less lacking in medical ethics.

After talking to the Master Zhang in front of him today, Bian Mu realized that some things are really not that simple. If you live in the secular world and observe all aspects, the difference between right and wrong cannot be simplified.

While chatting, we arrived at the place.

"Xingqizhuang", the wooden plaque is thick and wide. It looks like an old object that is more than a hundred years old. It has serious eight-hundred-face characters, incised engraving, and the inscription in the lower right corner: Zhuge Yue's handwriting.

Bian Mu guessed that the large wooden plaque in front of him should be made of fine dark wood, and the back was also mixed with some golden nanmu. After more than a hundred years of ups and downs, no one had the intention of stealing. It's quite interesting to think about it.

Seeing that there was hope for medical treatment for his serious illness, Master Zhang naturally treated Bian Mu like a god. With a smile on his face, Master Zhang made a polite gesture to give in.

"Right here! Doctor Bian, please!"

"You're welcome! Let's go! Pay a visit to Mr. Qiao! It's just that... I came in a hurry and empty-handed, which is a bit rude." As he spoke, Bian Mu said a few words casually.

"He is in business and you are in medicine. We are strangers. I'm afraid it's rude! No wonder the outside world has spread the word that you are so amazing. When I heard you speak like this today, it's really engraved in your bones. Your father-in-law is definitely not an ordinary person." While being polite, Master Zhang responded with a few words with a smile.

Upon hearing this, Bian Mu suddenly felt that Master Zhang had some connotations. If he was decent in pharmacy, he would really want to admit him to the clinic to help.

"Where, where! An ordinary person's house." As he spoke, Bian Mu looked around.

There was a lady in her thirties sitting behind the counter. It seemed that she should be a clerk hired by Mr. Qiao. Apart from her, there was no one else. Moreover, the store was empty, not a single customer was seen.

"The business of such an old shop is so slow. It seems... Mr. Qiao may not be interested in making money, so he just opens a shop to relieve his boredom." Bian Mu made a random guess in his mind.

"Mr. Qiao is not here! This is Doctor Bian. He wants to buy some earthen jars, the kind specially used for dietary therapy. Let's take a look at the gray one first!" With a smile, Master Zhang stepped forward and said a few words.

"I was asked to go out for tea, and I don't expect to come back until dark. My uncle is like that. I can't help it. It's my own shop. Otherwise, I won't even be able to pay the rent all year round!" Doctor, please wait!" As she spoke, the woman turned around and went to look for earthen jars on the side of the cabinet.

It turned out that the woman in front of him was a relative of Mr. Qiao, who was temporarily invited to visit the store.

After a while, the woman held two earthen jars in her left hand, and held another slightly larger one in her right hand. She walked to the cabinet and placed them one by one on the top of the thick glass cabinet for Bian Mu to choose.

The colors are all different, they are all old cans, old stuff, nothing to choose from, nothing is wrong with them.

"That's it! Buy a box first. There are 12 pieces in a box, right?" Bian Mu said as he picked a gray earthenware jar.

"Yes, there are 12 pieces in a box, 8 yuan each, you can get it for 90! It's not making any money anyway. According to me, I have long been selling other things, day by day, and I don't know what my uncle is planning. "The woman smiled and replied a few words, then took away the three samples again, turned around and went behind the cabinet to look for boxes of earthen jars.

Master Zhang was quite familiar with this family. When he saw this scene, he said hello, lifted up the counter railing, and walked openly into the counter to help the woman move the goods.

Out of respect for Mr. Qiao, Bian Mu finally paid the full one hundred yuan. The woman smiled and thanked him, and watched Master Zhang leave with Bian Mu carrying the box of earthen jars on his shoulders. .

There is a regular place in the northwest corner of the market where drivers gather to chat. Master Zhang helped Bian Mu contact a male driver who was about fifty years old without any trouble. The shipping fee was 30 yuan, which was considered cheap.

"Are you going back to the clinic with me? Or are you going to sit at my place another day?" Out of gratitude, Bian Mu greeted me specially.

"I'll go with you! But... I have to ask you two to wait a moment, I have to ask for leave." Master Zhang explained with a smile.

"Okay! Then we'll wait for you!" Bian Mu responded with a smile.

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"Bian's Clinic", Master Zhang insisted that he carry the box of earthen jars all the way to the second floor and place it properly, and then accompanied Bian Mu downstairs.

"Please take a seat! Seeing how polite you are... have some of our homemade mixed drinks!" Bian Mu greeted with a smile.

"Thanks!"

"You're welcome!" After saying that, Bian Mu went to the drinking area to connect the power supply and started the automatic mode to prepare some mixed health drinks.

The two sat at the consultation table and chatted for a few words, and Bian Mu began to take Master Zhang's pulse.

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"How many brothers do you have?" Bian Mu asked suddenly after taking his pulse.

"We have three brothers, I am the second oldest, and there is a sister at the top. There are four brothers and sisters. We are not very different in age. What's wrong? Is my disease related to family inheritance?" Master Zhang is a pharmacist after all. He was born and knew medicine. When Bian Mu asked such a question, he quickly replied with a few words.

Smiling slightly, Bian Mu pondered for a moment, feeling somewhat hesitant in his heart. For a moment, he was also a little undecided as to whether he should tell the truth.

"How should I put it... this matter! It involves some privacy of your family. In fact... if you can trust me, otherwise... we won't go into details, I will just prescribe it!" Bian Mu explained with a smile. For a moment.

"Then...actually...we are just ordinary people. We don't think there is anything shady, right? Anyway, there are no outsiders here. God knows, earth knows, you know, I know, there's nothing hard to say... Otherwise, it would be a waste of time for me to think about it all day long, what do you think?" Behind his words, Master Zhang obviously wanted to thoroughly understand the root cause of his illness.

The real root cause.

"Then...should I tell the truth?" Bian Mu responded with a smile.

"It's okay! I can bear it. Besides, I've heard it a long time ago. You are not an ordinary Chinese medicine doctor. I can trust you. What you said must have some basis. I don't think there is anything I can't say." Master Zhang insisted For a moment.

"Then I'll be blunt... Is your father-in-law still alive? It's a bit rude of me to ask, so please forgive me!"

"Ahem! Why should I take it seriously! Is there anything I can't ask? It's been more than seven years since my father passed away, and my mother passed away the year before last. What?! Is there anything wrong with this?" I was quite puzzled. That person Master Zhang asked with a frown.

Upon hearing this, Bian Mu couldn't help but let out a long sigh of relief and smiled.

"Does your mother dislike you a little bit? I mean, since I was little, I didn't want to see you since you were born..." Bian Mu asked in a calm tone.

As soon as these words came out, they immediately touched the deepest pain point in Master Zhang's heart. Bian Mu found that the look on his face suddenly became extremely painful...