Practicing business and practicing medicine

Since he started practicing medicine in the city, Bian Mu has always had a string in his mind: no mistakes!

Big mistakes cannot be made, otherwise, he will quietly escape to other places, return to his hometown in disgrace, change his job and make a living locally... Those are all good. If he is not careful, he will run into an inexplicable gun, have his medical license revoked, and be unable to practice medicine normally for life. That is all possible.

Small mistakes cannot be made, and water drips through stones. The bad consequences caused inadvertently will only make him gradually lose the trust of most ordinary patients. When the time comes, the medical foundation he has worked hard to accumulate will gradually collapse.

When a passerby with injured hands and feet casually comes into the clinic, Bian Mu has always solemnly completed all the formal procedures that should be taken, and never slackens.

There are patients who want to buy some painkillers when they come in. They have toothaches. Even if they don’t register, he will find out the cause of the disease and completely eliminate the patient’s hidden dangers from the root.

On the way to and from get off work, I occasionally encounter people who get injured in drunken fights. Whenever I encounter them, Bian Mu has never stood by and watched. He heals injuries, helps them sober up, and gives them pertinent medical advice... Sometimes, he has to spend some money.

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When the heartstrings are stretched for a long time, the elastic coefficient is naturally not so sensitive. When encountering something that can touch the heart, Bian Mu's back can't help but sweat.

Bian Mu knows that this state must be corrected as soon as possible, otherwise, when he is old in the future, he will have an attack at any time. If he can't heal himself, then who will be able to help him out of trouble? !

Professor Mi made this phone call...

Don't sweat easily! This is one of the iron rules of Chinese medicine. After sitting by the bed for a while, Bian Mu got up and went to the bathroom to get a basin of hot water to soak the towel and wring it dry. The sweat stains on his back were quickly cleaned up.

After returning to the bedroom to change clothes, Bian Mu rummaged out a clean plastic bag, put away the clothes he had changed, and took them back to the city to wash them himself tomorrow morning.

He hesitated for a moment and wanted to smoke a cigarette, but Bian Mu didn't move.

"It stands to reason that young people should be a little bit aggressive! I've been careful enough. If I keep pretending to be cool, won't I be old before my time? Besides, what's wrong with me?! It's just in time! Boss Bi is a real expert. He is good at theory, practice, business... He can use the equipment of his company to visualize, image and visualize the diagnosis... What's wrong with that?! Really... Even the clay figurines have some clay nature! What's more, our buddies..." Thinking of this, Bian Mu still felt a little bit resistant.

There is something on my chest, and I will feel relieved if I let it out. My parents are watching an emotional urban drama in the living room at this time, so I can't make too much noise. Bian Mu walked slowly to the window sill, opened the window about one-third, and took a few deep breaths of fresh air. Bian Mu pressed the Dantian Qi to several levels below the "Qi Hai". His breath was surging, his shoulders were relaxed, and his feet were heavy. He focused on the "Fengfu Point"...

Bend his knees slightly and focus on the middle straight. Gradually, Bian Mu adjusted the center of gravity of his body and mind to a position slightly below the center point of the line between the "Fengfu Point" and the "Kunlun Point" near the heel.

Holding a deep breath, Bian Mu stood there motionless like an old pine tree in meditation.

With a surging breath and full of tension, Bian Mu continued to suppress it for a while.

Slowly, Bian Mu slowly stretched out his right palm forward, folding the plum hand, with the palm and forearm almost bent at a 90-degree angle. At the same time, his body followed his arm, his arm chased the palm, sending his shoulders, following his waist, twisting his heels... Bian Mu slowly adjusted his breath to his wrist.

Backing up the original path, Bian Mu used the same move with his left palm.

At this time, the Qi energy near the "Qi Sea" was almost at the "boiling point".

Suddenly, Bian Mu changed his palm into a fist, and his mind flew. The swift Qi energy from Dantian rushed out immediately, along the waist to the arm, and his wrist seemed to be shaking. Bian Mu muttered "Hu Hai"...

The Qi energy rushed out like a sharp sword, and the surrounding air was suddenly vibrated and suddenly hot. Outside the window, the sound of breaking through the air was heard from a long distance. It was a dark energy, and it sounded like people suddenly pinching a big balloon. No one upstairs or downstairs paid attention to it. Those with good ears would only mistakenly think that someone's car on the street in the distance suddenly had a flat tire.

The stuffiness in his chest dissipated without a trace...

This time, Bian Mu was much more relaxed.

The night wind was chilly, and Bian Mu felt a little cold, so he closed the window tightly, and his mind gradually calmed down.

"Professor Mi has already achieved success and fame, who is she working for! Right... Those who want to achieve great things must have a great city! I'm still practicing short, I've walked more than 90 steps, and I don't need the last few steps, hehe..." Thinking of this, Bian Mu's mind gradually turned around.

It's called a theme report meeting, but in fact it's also a small business inquiry meeting full of gunpowder. The bottom of the box must not be revealed, but... The most basic logical framework must be explained clearly, and the most critical technical details must also be explained clearly. These places must not be vague, and cannot be vague.

"Who will the upcoming report be delivered to, who will really listen, and who will interpret it differently? This is the key. I have to first define the general category of the people to be reported to before I can determine the general framework of the draft. It is different from the past. This draft has to hide a lot of schemes! There is no way. People in the medical field cannot help themselves. Just bear with it slowly! In a sense... since becoming famous, my buddy has indeed become a little squeamish in some aspects..." Thinking of this, he laughed dumbly, and the dark cloud in Bian Mu's heart dissipated.

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The next day, the clinic opened as usual. Maybe it was a bit cold, and the number of patients with colds and fevers increased significantly. Bian Mu specially arranged several colleagues to take turns to boil three pots of "Yinjing Quhan Soup" while busying themselves, and provided it free of charge to all patients and their families who registered for the treatment.

Slightly bitter and gradually sweet, the heat gradually opened the orifices, and people said that this soup tasted better than Coke!

For a while, the clinic was full of joy inside and outside, as if it was a spring breeze.

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After sending off the last patient politely, Bian Mu was ready to treat Luo Zhanqi to a self-service hot pot. Just after changing his clothes, Bian Mu was thinking about inviting Luo Zhanqi to go out of the building, and Wen Xueye walked in slowly from the door.

OK! Luo Zhanqi's lunch today is probably paid for by himself.

"Just got off work!" Wen Xueye greeted with a smile.

"Hey! You haven't had lunch yet?" Bian Mu smiled and said politely.

"I just happened to be passing by. My neighborhood has a water outage for maintenance. Let's go out and have something to eat! Where's Dr. Luo? Let's go together!"

Before Bian Mu could answer, he heard Luo Zhanqi loudly responding upstairs: "I won't go. My fellow villager steamed some buns and asked me to go over and chat. The company where his brother worked suddenly closed down, and the boss ran away quietly. My fellow villager was a little worried, so he asked me to go over and discuss whether I could find a temporary job for his brother."

Hearing this, Wen Xueye couldn't help but raise her eyebrows slightly, looked up and asked loudly upstairs: "Have you been to college?"

"I graduated from a regular university, majoring in maritime or something, which is a bit biased!"

"Is your foreign language level okay?" Wen Xueye asked with a smile.

"Then I don't know. It's not good to trouble you with this kind of thing. They have their own tricks." Luo Zhanqi quickly declined.

"Don't worry, maybe we'll meet! I'll ask Doctor Bian for your contact information later. You can ask the young man to prepare a resume. It won't take much effort."

"Well... OK! Sorry to trouble you."

"You're so polite... Then we'll go ahead." After that, Wen Xueye accompanied Bian Mu out to find a restaurant.