Practicing business and practicing medicine

The accident of a bowl. Due to the traditional taboo of "doctors don't knock on doors", Bian Mu was not in a position to inquire further. At 21:04 in the evening, sitting alone at the desk, Bian Mu repeatedly pondered the stock for a long time.

"Guananzi" has become lifeless in the past two weeks. The upward momentum seems to have been drained away completely. The market trend has also been sluggish recently, and it seems that there is some lack of upward momentum.

He leaned back on the chair with his hands on the back of his head and closed his eyes slightly. Two pictures gradually emerged in Bian Mu's mind. One is the K-line trend chart of "Guananzi". Bian Mu is more accustomed to referring to the 53-day moving average chart. At the same time, Bian Mu is more willing to quote weekly data for relevant analysis. He often skims over daily, monthly, quarterly... and so on, and basically doesn't pay much attention to them.

The other one is an ideal "pulse image" imagined by Bian Mu. Since he bought the stock "Guananzi", Bian Mu made a simulation graph on the computer. It is a collection of imaginary images with a strong subjective color. The specific graph is closer to some pulse images in traditional Chinese medicine.

Bian Mu has already regarded "Guananzi" as a patient with mild symptoms in his heart!

The K-line turns red, "Guananzi" has some hyperactivity of kidney yang, and continues to rise. Bian Mu regards it as hyperactivity of kidney yang, and it is a real disease; if it rises and falls again, Bian Mu will mark it as hyperactivity of kidney yin...

Bian Mu has always been a more rational person. No matter how whimsical he is, he will not force the stock trend and the human pulse to be "hooked" by logic. On the one hand, the huge project is not something that some people can do. On the other hand, all the talents that Bian Mu has in his hands cannot support himself to do this very dangerous intellectual adventure game.

This kind of thing, once you fall into the state of obsession, Bian Mu will inevitably get some troubles such as mental abnormality no matter how high his concentration is.

The reason why he was "playing around" like this was purely to change his perspective and look at the whole thing of Chinese pulse diagnosis from another level, and what fatal logical flaws there were, so as to promote his further progress in pulse diagnosis, and it would be best if he could reach the realm of perfection in the future. By then, Bian Mu might really be able to experience the magical realm of "the pulse is like a painting, and you can know it at the touch".

Bian Mu was just thinking about it, and his cell phone suddenly rang.

Chen Yurong's call.

"Is it convenient now? The hospital has received an emergency patient with a special identity. He suffered a large area of ​​burns caused by a car accident. He is a male in his 40s with no basic medical history. He is currently suffering from severe blood loss. I know... there is almost no hope, but... this matter is special. Why don't you come over? I always feel a little regretful in my heart. It's late at night... I'm a little incoherent, please forgive me!" On the phone, Chen Yurong, the current director of the 7th People's Hospital of the city, asked Bian Mu to come over to participate in an emergency consultation.

The old superior called to greet him. After all, it was a life. Although there was almost no hope of survival, Bian Mu couldn't say it even if he wanted to.

"This person must have a very special relationship with Dean Chen, otherwise, she wouldn't talk about this matter in that tone..." Bian Mu couldn't help but think about it in his heart.

"Look at what you said... Human life is at stake. You called me at this time to greet me. You look up to me. Please send someone to pick me up at the emergency entrance of the hospital. I'll go downstairs!" As always, Bian Mu agreed very readily.

"The car to pick you up has been waiting at the gate of your community for a long time. Don't be afraid of you laughing at it. The car has arrived early. I have been hesitating whether to trouble you to make this trip..." Chen Yurong hurriedly explained on the phone.

Hearing this, Bian Mu couldn't help but laugh.

"No need to ask! The man who had the car accident must have a special relationship with her!" Bian Mu secretly guessed in his heart.

"What car?"

"A silver SUV, my nephew's car, the last two digits of the license plate are 88. He has seen you. As soon as you leave the gate of the community, he will flash his lights to remind you."

"Got it! Our hospital is in the southwest direction... Then he should be waiting for me across the street!"

"Yeah! Thank you for your hard work!"

"You are my old leader, let's not talk about this. Please prepare more musk, ginseng, and bitter orange. It's better to get the highest grade. Maybe I need it temporarily."

"Okay, okay! Arrange it immediately!"

"There is nothing else. When I arrive, I hope the hospital can arrange a head nurse with comprehensive personal skills to serve as my assistant temporarily. In addition, arrange three young and strong nurses at the same time. I will discuss other matters with you at that time!"

"Arrange it immediately!"

"Then I'll hang up the phone first!" After saying that, Bian Mu hung up the phone, changed his clothes, calmly turned off the main power, locked the door, and went downstairs.

At the entrance of the community, across the road, there was indeed a luxurious large-size SUV parked, the model of which was almost exactly the same as the one Tao Wenjie usually drove. As soon as Bian Mu showed his head, the two front headlights of the SUV immediately flashed rhythmically a few times, and at the same time, the driver in the car also honked the horn a few times, which was considered a polite greeting.

"It's late at night, thank you for your hard work!" As soon as he got in the car, Bian Mu immediately made a polite remark.

"Look at what you said, from my aunt's point of view, we are not outsiders, we are the ones who have caused you trouble, shall we open the way now?"

"Okay! You don't have to drive so fast. If the patient can be saved, it's still okay to delay for another two or three hours. If the patient is really in critical condition, it would be useless for me to go! Take it easy to avoid another car accident on the road, which would be a double whammy!" As he spoke, Bian Mu gently placed a small leather backpack on the back seat and leaned back, looking very calm.

"No wonder my aunt always praises you for being so amazing! Apart from anything else, we can't compare to your calmness! Let's go!" After saying that, he started the car and the eldest nephew of the Chen family drove slowly into the main road.

...

Emergency Department of the 7th People's Hospital of the City, 6th Emergency Room.

A young, beautiful, tall female nurse didn't say much, and helped Bian Mu change into a white coat in a tacit understanding. A full set of equipment, brand new.

Bian Mu walked into the ICU emergency room. Chen Yurong was sitting on a folding chair. She looked very tired. When she saw Bian Mu coming in, she stood up and greeted him as if she saw a savior. Unexpectedly, her legs softened and she collapsed on the ground.

The two female nurses beside her helped her up and protected her on the left and right to prevent her from falling to the ground again.

"What is the relationship between this patient and her?! Why are you so anxious?! Amazing!" A flash of thought passed through his mind, and Bian Mu realized that Director Chen was a little out of control today.

"Don't worry, I'll take a look. If you trust me, you might as well go to the next ward to have a good rest. I will definitely give you a satisfactory explanation afterwards." Still calm, Bian Mu walked up to Chen Yurong and comforted her a few words.

Nodding gently, without saying a word, Chen Yurong forced herself to break free from the support of the two female nurses and walked out with a tired look.

Fortunately, the skin on the patient's wrists was still intact, and Bian Mu was able to diagnose his pulse normally...