Practicing business and practicing medicine

In the evening, Bian Mu still had two patients on his hands, one old and one young. The older one was an old patient and came here specially to get acupuncture. It was not enough for Luo Zhanqi to do it for him. The old man only recognized Bian Mu and would rather wait until now. .

The young man had a protruding "snake-like sensation" on his back, which had not been cured for a long time. He came to see a doctor for the first time. A friend came forward to help register the appointment. He came from out of town and was considered a die-hard fan.

Bian Mu gave the old man three injections, while Nurse Ye looked after him and waited for him to wake up from the injection.

Bian Mu was walking back when his phone vibrated a few times. He took it out and took a look at Tao Wenjie's phone number.

Bian Mu ignored her and walked directly to the consultation table to take the pulse of the last young out-of-town patient.

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"Look at the tongue coating...oh...that's it! Please stand up and take a few steps, yes! Face the door, hold your head high, and look straight ahead. The more natural the better. Put your bag on the table, don't keep it under your arm. , Get ready! Let's walk!" As he spoke, Bian Mu stared at the man behind his back and walked slowly.

"Please walk two more times. The more natural the better! Don't be in a hurry, walk slowly..." Bian Mu continued to give instructions.

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"Okay! Please sit here! Your job is related to the entertainment industry?" Bian Mu asked with a smile.

"Making a living at the movie theater, alas! It's hard and tiring. It's really not a job for humans."

"Where's the movie theater?"

"There is a movie theater over there in Yanggang District, Nanjin. Have you been to it?"

"No! I usually don't go out or in, so I can't go out and wander around. As you said, I'm stuck here making a living. It's hard and tiring, and I can't make much money."

"Oh! It's all the same, it's all the same! These two years... have not been easy! Want a cigarette? Oops... I'm sorry! I forgot! Smoking is not allowed here, look at my brain..."

"It's no big deal! To use Western medicine terminology! You are suffering from intercostal neuritis, degenerative osteoarthritis, and peripheral neuritis syndrome, which ultimately lead to autonomic nervous system dysfunction. Also, you came empty-handed. Have you measured your blood sugar in the past six months? A little bit. Is it excessive?”

"Hmm! The bastard health consultant over at the movie theater said it was pseudo-diabetes, right? Dr. Bian really deserves his reputation. He can detect abnormal blood sugar when he takes a pulse. It's amazing! I admire it, I admire it! What am I... Comprehensive Is the disease curable?”

"How do you say this! The above entry says...27 years old. I'm afraid your real age is younger, right? How old are you?" Bian Mu questioned.

"Ahem! Back then, in order to make it easier to go to school and save some tuition, I falsely declared my age by 2 years old. This year I am 25!"

"No wonder...then what the health consultant said is right. If you don't pay attention, you will naturally transition to the stage of diabetes very quickly. Theoretically, this is an occupational disease, and the company you work for should reimburse you for most of your medical expenses. ”

"Shit! I'm just dreaming! I haven't received my salary for the first half of the year yet! What a bunch of bullshit!" The man responded angrily.

"You should be considered a martial artist, right?"

"It was before, but now it's a special actor! It's barely a partner. Occupational disease? Does it mean that you were injured during the filming and you still haven't recovered yet?"

"Partly, yes. Theoretically speaking, if you leave today, you have to quit smoking and drinking. Moreover, if you persist for at least 7 years, the key areas of the peripheral nerves all over your body will be knotted, and the qi and blood will be knotted. You are still young now. It will be cured with a little care. If you insist on going your own way... you will suffer from hemiplegia at least 20 to 30 years earlier than other people of the same age. You can weigh it yourself!" Bian Mu explained with a smile.

"So serious?!" The man's face suddenly became a little confused. It was obvious that this master was naturally bold and not afraid of trouble.

"How should I put it... We Chinese medicine practitioners always pay attention to treating diseases before they become ill. If you believe me, you will seriously consider changing your profession! Anyway, judging from your tone... your company doesn't make much money there."

"Then...it will be half a year later, will it be a problem?" the man asked.

"No, you're not thirty yet, and it's not that serious right now. Let's do this for now. I'll refund you the registration fee! It's not easy! I'll definitely quit smoking and drinking. I'll stick to it for a year, and then throw away the cigarettes. Here it is!”

"Okay! I believe you!" As he spoke, the man took out a few boxes of good cigarettes from the bag he carried with him and threw them into a wastebasket not far away.

It can be seen that he never smokes cigarettes that cost less than 100 yuan.

Very particular!

Immediately afterwards, the man took out another half pack of cigarettes from his trouser pocket and threw them into the wastebasket.

Observing his words and expressions, it was obvious that the man really believed in Bian Mu this time.

In order to strengthen his determination for treatment, Bian Mu smiled specially and said to the man: "What did your master teach you?"

It sounded a bit unpleasant. The man raised his eyebrows and asked with some disgust: "What do you mean?! Even though you are a famous doctor, it is not okay to disrespect my master!"

"Haha... Listening to your tone, I'm still a little unconvinced! Come on! This way, please. If I'm not mistaken, the one you practiced in elementary school was Baji Quan!"

Upon hearing this, the man couldn't help but froze for a moment.

"Eh?! What? Have you practiced too?"

"I haven't practiced it, but Bajiquan is popular all over the world. I have seen it a little bit, Doctor Luo! Please come down and bear witness!" As he spoke, Bian Mu raised his voice and invited Luo Zhanqi down from upstairs.

"Doctor Luo! My colleague, he has also practiced for a few years. Now, let's ask him to be the referee. I will draw a circle on the floor with a marker pen and I will stand in the middle. You just need to push me out of the circle and don't say anything. If you want to cure me, I will cure you wholeheartedly and all the expenses will be on my side. If the opposite happens, I will push you out of the circle and you will listen to whatever I say in the future. OK?" With a look of contempt in his eyes, Bian Mu said a few words in a slightly provocative tone.

Hearing this, the man was unhappy.

"Tsk! Just you?! Don't look at you looking very energetic with your eyes wide open, what's wrong?! You have been in the gym for a few years and practiced Sanda for a few days, so you don't know how high the sky is and how deep the earth is? Come, come! What's wrong with being a famous doctor? I will comb your skin today." As he spoke, the man took off his jacket, kicked his casual shoes aside, and was barefoot in socks, ready to fight.

With a slight smile, Bian Mu took the large marker from Luo Zhanqi, bent down, took a sweeping step, and drew a circle with a large diameter on the ground in the blink of an eye.

Seeing this, the man realized that the handsome young Chinese medicine doctor in front of him should not be so simple. He slightly restrained the arrogance that spread all over his body, stared at Bian Mu, ready to turn him upside down and make a clown at any time.

Standing in the middle with his arms folded, Bian Mu smiled and said, "You're welcome! Come on!"

"Then you better be careful, you are just a show-off, you can only coax young girls and wives, play with me, you will see what happens!" As he said this, the man walked slowly towards Bian Mu, facing each other head-on, he was ready to fight head-on.

Suddenly, without any sign, the man turned around and swept Bian Mu's lower body with a back-sweeping whip kick. What a guy! That guy was really good at martial arts. His kicks made a gust of wind, which frightened Luo Zhanqi who was watching nearby.

Seeing Bian Mu being swept, suddenly, Bian Mu didn't seem to dodge, nor did he jump to dodge. His figure swayed slightly. Somehow, the man's right leg ankle was caught by Bian Mu. I don't know what kind of "whip-swinging" method Bian Mu used, but the man was thrown several meters away.

Maybe it was because the floor was smooth, the man's back hit the lower frame of the door frame directly. Judging from the posture, if Bian Mu had a stronger hand, he would have thrown him out of the clinic door.

Luo Zhanqi was dumbfounded at the time!