Practicing business and practicing medicine

Mr. Tong's relative has improved slightly in eating, defecation, breathing, body temperature, heart rate, blood pressure, etc., but has made little progress in recovering his mental state. At first glance, he seems to have become more or less mild.

When Bian Mu walked into the ward, Mr. Tong had been waiting for a long time. Suo Yurong was not with him, probably because she had gone out for something.

"Mr. Tong! Can I have a chat with you?" Bian Mu said with a smile in a low voice.

Mr. Tong understood, got up and followed Bian Mu to the outer room.

Bian Mu took out a round piece similar to a chess piece from his backpack. It was about half the thickness of an ordinary chess piece, with a jade-like texture and a hint of pearls. Jade? Stone? Or... Even though he was well-informed, Mr. Tong really couldn't tell for a while.

"This thing is generally called 'ice medium' in our industry. Mr. Tong, do you play ball regularly?"

"I play more golf, and occasionally tennis. I am not very good at badminton and table tennis, and I rarely play them."

"Are you used to holding the racket with your right hand? Or with your left hand?"

"I am a left-handed person."

"Then hold this thing in your right palm, or even flat. This way, please! Sit on the sofa for a while, and put the back of your palm on your knees. Yes! Put your feet shoulder-width apart, and think of something happy, preferably something that happened recently. If you really can't find it, just push it forward. Just think of something that makes you happy. I will ask the head nurse to sign it. It's the old rules!" Bian Mu smiled and gave some instructions.

"Okay! I'll try!" Mr. Tong seemed quite easy-going at the moment. He just followed what Bian Mu said.

...

At the nurses' station, Bian Mu waited for a while, and the head nurse hurried over.

While joking, Bian Mu followed the relevant procedures to indicate the consultation date, personnel, signatures and fingerprints. The procedures must be compliant for the diagnosis and treatment of critically ill patients. If the patient has any problems from today, Bian Mu must bear the corresponding responsibilities.

Strictly speaking, he actually took some risks in participating in such consultations.

How is the level of the resident doctor, whether the attending doctor rejects Bian Mu, whether the responsible nurse is dedicated... There are some variables in all aspects. Fortunately, Director Tong has a lot of energy in social activities and is very concerned about the further recovery of this relative, so Bian Mu can be relatively relieved.

There is no way. When encountering such special patients, if you don’t work hard to make a breakthrough in clinical practice, and you are always thinking about improving your medical skills, it’s like looking for fish in a tree! Anyway, Teng Daili is far behind in this aspect. Although she has been hanging around Bian Mu as a half-disciple all day, it has been half a year, and she hasn’t seen any improvement in her medical skills.

After completing the relevant formalities and exchanging a few polite words, Bian Mu was about to turn around and go back to the ward, but the head nurse smiled and tried to persuade him to stay.

"There is a doctor in our hospital who admires you very much. She usually gets along well with me. I wonder if Doctor Bian is just here to take a look today, or if he needs to do some related treatment?"

"Simple moxibustion for a while. The time is not ripe yet. Other treatments will take some time." Bian Mu answered truthfully.

"Well... her last name is Jian, a simple 'Jane'. She wants to improve with the progress. I wonder if Doctor Bian minds?" The head nurse suddenly offered a favor.

"This... means to observe... nothing else, right?"

"No, no! She is very motivated. She is a very good Chinese medicine doctor here. However... I dare not lie in front of the real person. It is incomparable with you. You see..."

"Well... OK! If it is convenient, please ask her to come! I also need to prepare the ward. Everyone can make it in time." "Thank you so much! I will repay you slowly in the future!"

"Look at you being so polite! Maybe there will be many things that need your care in the future." Bian Mu said politely with a smile.

"How dare I! I will ask her to go now! Thank you again, Doctor Bian!"

"You are welcome!" After that, Bian Mu turned around and went back to the ward.

...

Director Tong has been sitting in the original posture, almost without changing his position.

"How do you feel?" Bian Mu asked with a smile.

"My right hand and my entire right arm are so cold. If I keep holding on like this... I'm worried that my right half of my body will get colder! Can you keep going?" That Mr. Tong is really good. He believes whatever Bian Mu says and is not afraid that Bian Mu will "harm" him.

"It's OK. Do you feel better?" Bian Mu took the "ice medium" in his hand and put it into his backpack.

"You know what, I feel much brighter now. Before, I had the bad habit of staying up late! I felt a little phlegm in my chest. When the company gets busy, there are a lot of things to do, and I feel a little stuffy in my chest. Now it seems to have disappeared, and... why do I suddenly feel sweet at the root of my tongue, just like I just drank a drink. I have never had such a feeling before."

"That's right! This kind of 'ice medium' has the innate ability to convey spirit and guide qi, and even move essence. Using it as a moxibustion medium will double the effect immediately! This thing can't be bought with money. A few days ago, a patient's family member, who also knows Chinese medicine, cured his father's eye disease with me. Out of gratitude, he specially bought it in other places! Come on! Let's try this one again." As he spoke, Bian Mu took out another similar jade from his backpack.

The color of this piece is very different from the previous one, it is bright red, coral red, but the size is exactly the same, only the color is very different.

"Change to your left hand, and try it again as before! This time, let's change the way of playing, think of something frustrating and annoying, and I'll go over and take Auntie's pulse." After saying that, Bian Mu handed another "fire" stone to Mr. Tong.

At this moment, the head nurse accompanied a middle-aged female doctor of moderate build and hurried in from the door.

The head nurse was very good at handling things. She glanced at the female doctor next to her, then bowed slightly to Bian Mu, and then turned to Mr. Tong, and said nothing, turned around and went out to do her own thing.

The female doctor looked about 1.6 meters tall, not fat or thin, just right, with her hair all tied up behind her head, a big mask on her face, delicate eyebrows and no glasses. The white coat fit very well, and she must have asked someone to cut it privately. She wore a pair of half-high-heeled leather boots on her feet, which were obviously expensive brand goods.

Doctor Jian bowed slightly to Bian Mu and Mr. Tong, smiled, and said nothing more.

"Doctor Jian, right? Mr. Tong is having physical therapy right now. Can you help take care of him? I'll go over and take his pulse first."

"Okay! Doctor Bian, please!" As she spoke, Doctor Jian walked to the opposite side of Mr. Tong, found a chair and sat down. It seemed that she was a generous person wherever she went.

...

The pulse did not change much, but there was a hint of life. It seemed that Mr. Tong's relative had shown some signs of improvement.