Practicing business and practicing medicine

Zhong Xiangxin had already taken off his sunglasses, but the scars on his eyes and forehead were still shocking. He was really badly injured.

Fortunately, Zhong Xiangxin's eyes still had some light, and the "heart seedling" spirit had already condensed more than 70%. Seeing this scene, Bian Mu felt relieved.

"Mr. Zhong has just recovered from a serious illness, and it is rare that he can hold on until now. Mr. Zhong! Let's stop here today, Mr. Zhong should take a break!" As he spoke, Bian Mu deliberately made a noise on a tool metal table next to him, not for anything else, but to wake up Miss Zhong first.

Zhong Xiangxin seemed to have heard nothing, holding two black pieces in his left hand, rubbing them back and forth, not knowing how to play them. His right arm supported the folding chess table, and he seemed to be sleepy.

"Ouch! Sorry! I haven't had a good rest recently, and I'm always distracted... Xiangxin! Listen to Dr. Bian, let's play tomorrow!" As she spoke, the eldest daughter of the Zhong family nodded to Bian Mu with an apologetic look, and stood up to persuade her precious brother.

Zhong Xiangxin was a little reluctant at first, but couldn't stand her sister's repeated persuasion, so she threw the chess pieces in her hand into the chess box.

"Mr. Zeng is a step ahead in chess, I admire you, I admire you! Can we play a few more games tomorrow?" Okay! Zhong Xiangxin is addicted to playing.

"No problem! Come here again?" Mr. Zeng, the old chess player, responded with a smile, and then glanced at the direction where Bian Mu was standing.

"You really have to come to our place. It's cold, and the first floor is still a little shady. If it's convenient for you two, let's go upstairs to play a few games tomorrow. We'll tidy up the upstairs after get off work in the evening, and you two can have some peace and quiet." Bian Mu replied quickly.

Hearing this, the frown on Miss Zhong's face, which had been tightly knitted, finally gradually relaxed.

"Really... I have to trouble you again. It's time for lunch. I've already booked a table at the restaurant. Let's eat together!" As she spoke, the eldest daughter of the Zhong family looked at Bian Mu with an inquiring look.

"How to eat lunch really needs to be arranged by me, haha... There's nothing I can do. Director Zhong's physical condition is still a little... You still have to pay more attention to your diet. Come! I have to take Director Zhong's pulse." As she spoke, Bian Mu walked to Zhong Xiangxin's side and moved a stool to sit there and take his pulse.

At this time, Luo Zhanqi also came down from the building. He was very tactful and politely invited the old chess player and the little boy who accompanied him to drink tea and eat fruit in the distance.

...

Zhong Xiangxin's wrists were seriously injured. Maybe he used good medicine too frequently. There were several thick layers of dead skin in the inch, guan, and chi places. The situation of both hands was similar. This was only Bian Mu. If it were someone else, he might not be able to take this pulse.

"No wonder he has been restless recently. Teacher Qi is old after all, and his hand feeling must be numb to some extent. The pulse is buried so deep, it is not easy to handle..." Bian Mu felt a little sympathetic to Teacher Qi Shangqi.

The disease of a wealthy family is definitely not so pretty.

"Mr. Zhong, please take off your socks. I have to measure the temperature of the soles of your feet." As he spoke, Bian Mu went to the side to get a thermometer.

Hearing this, the eldest daughter of the Zhong family quickly called the female nanny who was accompanying her to help Zhong Xiangxin take off his shoes and socks.

In the corner of his eyes, Bian Mu noticed that it was not too difficult for Zhong Xinxin to bend down and lean over. It seems that the various internal and external injuries on his back are not very serious. Fortunately!

The insole thermometer was specially made by Bian Mu himself, and is specially used to measure the temperature of the soles of the feet of patients.

A normal thermometer was used for the armpit. The eldest daughter of the Zhong family helped with the operation. Bian Mu didn't need to care and watched coldly. Bian Mu found that although Zhong Xiangxin's movements of raising his arms and shoulders were a little stiff, his spirit was not much lost. He gradually had a bottom line in his heart.

...

The two temperatures were not much different from what Bian Mu imagined. After a simple record, Bian Mu walked to Zhong Xiangxin and sterilized his hands for a long time. Then he raised his right hand and placed it on the "Baihui Point" on the top of Zhong Xiangxin's head to feel for one or two minutes.

Zhong Xiangxin had no hair. Qi Shangqi and the others handled it very well. Bian Mu stretched out his hand and found it almost right.

"Mr. Zhong! Please ask someone outside to help buy a few sesame cakes. It's best to have them freshly baked. Let's get 6 first! Wrap them with a towel and don't let them get cold!" Bian Mu said with a smile.

"Okay!" Without thinking too much, the eldest daughter of the Zhong family called the subordinates waiting outside to buy some good fire cakes and send them over.

Bian Mu squatted on the ground and used an ordinary medium-length acupuncture needle to gesture on Zhong Xiangxin's instep for a while.

"Mr. Zhong! When the sesame cakes are brought back later, I have to put a few layers of towels on Mr. Zhong's head and put two on it. As for the soles of his feet, I have to give him a few needles. Please discuss with your brother and see if he agrees." After that, Bian Mu told the female nanny to take care of Zhong Xiangxin, and he walked away to greet the old chess player Mr. Zeng and his party.

Bian Mu chatted with Mr. Zeng for a while, and the eldest daughter of the Zhong family hurried over.

"No problem! My brother said he trusts you, and we will listen to you no matter how you treat it." The eldest daughter of the Zhong family replied very straightforwardly.

"That's good! Today's treatment is relatively simple. It's just acupuncture to induce phlegm. As long as I can spit out the phlegm I want, today's treatment will not be in vain. In addition, he has to eat lunch at my place, clay pot porridge, and I have to put some medicine in it. The dosage is very small. It happens that your nanny is here, so I can teach her. In principle, this kind of lunch should be eaten for six weeks. Today is the first day. Do you think it's okay?" Bian Mu said with a smile.

"No problem! It's up to you!"

"Mr. Zeng has been with us for the whole morning. Haven't you reserved a table? The three of them can just go there and have a bite to eat. Please arrange it for them." Bian Mu said with a smile.

"I'm so sorry. I was busy taking care of my brother, Mr. Zeng! I'm sorry! Then... please take the trouble to accompany me, Dr. Luo. I'll arrange for them to send a few people over right away." As she spoke, the eldest daughter of the Zhong family called someone to pick them up.

Bian Mu smiled at Mr. Zeng and asked Luo Zhanqi to accompany Mr. Zeng and his party to eat and drink well.

Bian Mu went to the corner to find a washed earthenware pot and asked the female nanny of the Zhong family to go to the corner to start the fire and cook porridge.

The female nanny of the Zhong family was quite capable. After Bian Mu explained it briefly, she understood everything. Slow cooking over low heat was her specialty. Bian Mu went to the pharmacy to weigh some ephedra, saposhnikovia divaricata, white mulberry bark, and stir-fried white atractylodes, and ground them into powder. He roasted them at high temperature with good honey and asked the female nanny of the Zhong family to put them in the earthenware pot and cook them slowly.

Zhong Xiangxin obviously didn't like to talk, so he let the Zhong family accompany him there, and Bian Mu didn't want to pay too much attention to him.

After finishing the work at hand, Bian Mu invited the eldest daughter of the Zhong family to chat for a while.

"Mr. Zeng is not an ordinary chess player. I believe you can see that. You have to pay for today's companionship. After dinner, you have to arrange for your people to pay the money, so that the old man won't come back here and push each other around."

"That's for sure, Dr. Bian, don't worry, I have arranged it!" The eldest daughter of the Zhong family replied quickly.

Hearing this, Bian Mu smiled and asked the eldest daughter of the Zhong family to sit down and drink a few sips of tea. At this time, the people sent by the Zhong family bought back the hot sesame cakes.