Practicing business and practicing medicine

Fang Yiqin passed away suddenly, and the invisible impact on Bian Mu's heart was quite big.

Since starting medicine, this is the first patient who has made Bian Mu feel deeply helpless. That pale and helpless feeling of weakness has destroyed a lot of Bian Mu's self-confidence to a certain extent.

Not only that, this incident made Bian Mu begin to re-examine the limitations of comprehensive treatment of traditional Chinese medicine and combined treatment of traditional Chinese and Western medicine.

Before going to bed, Bian Mu called the drug farmer Lao Pei about the matter.

"I've heard a little bit about their story. In the early years, if he had filed for divorce in time, his condition might have improved. Alas...it's the old saying, character determines destiny! A typical smart-aleck! These are the main reasons , the medical aspect comes second. This doesn’t mean anything, so there’s no need to take it to heart.” On the other end of the phone, Lao Pei guessed that Bian Mu had some thoughts on this matter, and casually comforted him.

"With my current medical skills, if I can improve it a few more levels, will the probability of curing similar serious illnesses increase significantly?" On the other end of the phone, Bian Mu talked about his expectations for the future.

"To this day, have you met Nie Yixiong?" On the other end of the phone, Lao Pei mentioned Nie Yixiong again.

"I've never had a chance to visit." Bian Mu replied on the phone.

"Where's Cen Songxue?"

"We have no chance to meet each other."

"Where's Meng Shuping?"

"Only seen it a few times on TV news."

"Then let's put it this way! I have to deal with these people from time to time. In my impression, in terms of medical skills, you can only just look at their backs. There are many serious diseases, and they are helpless. I have seen it with my own eyes, and , in some aspects, their performance is not necessarily better than yours, why? There is a problem of intersection and difference. "

"What's the difference?" Bian Mu asked puzzledly on the phone.

"Algebraic concept, intersection! If a patient's disease is described from the perspective of a set, it can be explained as a wrong intersection between someone and nature and social life. As doctors, we are to analyze this wrong intersection clearly. , and then separate them. So, here comes the question! How big is the radius of nature? How big is the set it contains?! The radius of social life is relatively much smaller, so it is too big to imagine, right? Then you Tell me, how big is the intersection between patients, nature and social life? No matter how good your medical skills are, how big a radius can you cover? Even if we draw on the experience of previous generations and narrow this radius a little, how big can it be?" At this point, , Lao Pei fell silent. He was leaving time for Bian Mu to think by himself.

"What you mean is... even if I learn the skills of all the famous doctors represented by Nie Yixiong, the radius that a doctor can cover will be pitifully small after all. Is that what you mean?" On the phone, Bian Mu expressed his understanding. .

"Enemies! Let's talk about the first question first. Let's include you. Even if we include the world's famous doctors represented by Nie Yixiong, what does your little knowledge mean in the face of constantly mutating and endless diseases? It's just a drop in the ocean. I compliment you! Right? Also, let me correct your idea! You are you, and Nie Yixiong is Nie Yixiong. There are some things we can learn from each other, but not much. You can’t learn from him! There is no need to follow in his footsteps. Go, you have your own way."

"thanks for your encouragement!"

"It's not encouragement at all! It's a reminder! How old is he? How old are you? Be more confident!"

"Haha... Now think about it, what Einstein said is really good. The further the radius of human ability extends, the faster the radius of ignorance extends, and the larger the area of ​​the circle of stupidity becomes." On the phone, Bian Mufa Feeling emotional.

"No! Or those famous doctors who have become famous will become less courageous as they get older! Right! Cherishing fame is on the one hand, and on the other hand, it is also a respect for diseases. You are not simple either! You will soon enter that state. , so... don’t talk about ambitions, and don’t fall into blind self-doubt from time to time. Just move forward openly and openly. It’s not a big deal. It depends on how far your medical skills can improve in the future. No matter what step you take, trying your best to treat a few more patients will already be a great achievement!"

"I feel much better after chatting with you. However, I will be hurt if I follow the limitless path! I will find a balance point. By the way, Uncle Pei! You said... Teacher Qi Shangqi has stopped contacting me a long time ago. Now What is his intention in suddenly sending such a text message?"

"It doesn't matter what his intentions are! Just remember that he is a stingy man with bad medical ethics, an intact conscience, greed for money and power, but some ability! However, as a bystander, I can see that he is quite jealous of you. , that guy has a habit. As long as there is some disturbance in the medical field, he will be sensitive, just like an alert little squirrel. It's quite fun. We dare not say it elsewhere, just on the ground in Lijin. These medical experts, at your age, should be among the best. He is very sensitive to rising stars, so he chooses this special way to say hello to you. You can just pretend to be confused. Lijin says it's not big, To put it bluntly, we all have to meet each other in the future! Just don’t feel embarrassed about each other." After all, Lao Pei has read countless people, and he understands Qi Shangqi quite clearly.

"I understand! It's getting late, you should go to bed early!"

"Well! It's not easy to be alone outside. As long as you don't be lazy, no one can do anything to you. Let's talk again!"

"Good night!" After saying that, Bian Mu hung up the phone.

…

In the next few days, everything was calm and normal.

On this afternoon, Wednesday, at around three o'clock, Bian Mu was leaving the outpatient clinic. Nurse Lin knocked on the door and came in and whispered a few words: "Three men in black suits came outside. They said they were "Qingyu" Hua Staff of the service company, let me tell you something, I know that company, it’s a big brand.”

After hearing this, Bian Mu guessed that it had something to do with Fang Yiqin's funeral.

"Please invite them to the small reception room. I will greet them later."

"Okay!" After saying that, Nurse Lin went out to make arrangements.

…

In the small reception room, three men in black suits informed Bian Mu very politely that their chairman, Ms. Chen, Fang Yiqin's wife, hoped that Bian Mu would condescend to see Fang Yiqin off tomorrow morning.

"Director Fang and I have met each other. I will be there tomorrow morning. Thank you for making the trip." Bian Mu said politely with a flat expression.

"You're welcome, Doctor Bian! Then we will drive over to pick you up at 8:30 tomorrow morning?"

"Okay! Please park the car at the west corner gate and wait for me."

"Understood! What a bother! Let's take our leave then." After that, the middle-aged man at the head led the other two colleagues out and left.

…

When I was about to get off work at noon, three more men in black suits came to the door. Compared with the three in the morning, these three were slightly older and claimed to be employees of the "Antai" company. They also asked Bian Mu to condescend to me tomorrow. Send Fang Yiqin off.

After a few brief conversations, Bian Mu finally figured out that the three people in front of him were sent by Fang Yiqin's uncle.

Because they had already arranged a car, Bian Muwan declined the other party's arrangement of sending a car to pick them up, and sent the three of them out the door very politely.

…

At around eight o'clock in the evening, Bian Mu was shopping in a large supermarket near the hospital when his cell phone rang.

Jiao Yueyun’s phone number.

"I've been very busy recently! Me too. I haven't contacted you yet. Will you go to the Fang family's farewell ceremony tomorrow?"

"I have to go, Mrs. Chen and Mr. Fang's uncle have officially informed me." As he spoke, Bian Mu briefly talked about what happened during the day.

"Oh! I didn't expect them to value you so much! My mother and I have to go there tomorrow, see you tomorrow!"

"Okay! How is Assistant Zhang doing?"

"Why did you remember to greet her?"

"Didn't she get demoted? Please take care of me. She has always been right and she takes good care of me."

"I just adjusted my position, and the salary and benefits haven't changed. I guess I'll go back after a while!"

"That's good! How are you lately?"

"Hi! Just so so! There's something going on here, let's talk about it tomorrow!" After that, Jiao Yueyun hung up the phone.

It's strange to say that Bian Mu didn't feel anything special when he put away his phone. It seemed that the insignificant fate between him and Jiao Yueyun was over.