Practicing business and practicing medicine

There are countless acupuncture techniques in the world, but for a specific patient, only two or three types are often effective. In the end, only one type plays a decisive role.

According to the specific condition of the patient, professional TCM doctors have to select one to three plans from thousands of acupuncture plans, and finally determine a set of core acupuncture methods. This will have a significant impact on the theoretical level, medical experience, and comprehensive professional qualities of TCM doctors... Even absolute IQ naturally puts forward quite high requirements.

When I was in college, I dare not say that I read a lot of books and had a lot of knowledge. Bian Mu had already read many times as much as his classmates in the medical field. Compared with "student ruffians" like Qian Xiaotong, that was even less. Ten times the catch-up.

During his junior year, one day, Bian Mu accidentally discovered that Qian Xiaotong had not even read through the contents of the professional textbooks they had studied. As long as the exam did not cover anything, Qian Xiaotong could not read the whole page. Haven't turned it over yet.

Compared with Qian Xiaotong, Bian Mu went to three universities.

Now, all the knowledge reserves from back then are put to use.

Sima Kui is a special patient. He possesses martial arts skills and can do insidious things like "closing doors and locking doors" without leaving any trace. Guan Yuelin has not lost his vitality, but some of his behavioral abilities are limited. His ability to control the situation is really meticulous. From this, Bian Mu concluded that Sima Kui's kung fu was definitely not that low when he was young.

Faced with such patients, when Bian Mu chooses a treatment plan, he can quickly find the appropriate treatment method as long as he makes good use of the elimination method.

Bian Mu finally chose the "fire needle" method which is rarely used.

As a result, it was done in one try. It only took less than ten minutes. Sima Kui's right hand and right arm seemed to be able to stretch and contract freely.

It wasn't until this moment that the female staff member of the nursing home realized that she had bumped into a master of traditional Chinese medicine.

"Ouch! You are blind to sight! You are so young and your acupuncture skills are already so good. You have a bright future and a bright future! Then... if I continue to be treated by you for a while, is it really possible that the old man will slowly recover?" There was a look of surprise on the woman's face, and she kept asking.

"That's difficult. You have been working here for many years, right? Have you ever seen someone like the old man recover enough to walk on the ground? Right! I can only say that I will try my best to find a way and adjust the treatment plan at any time. , I don't dare to say other big words." Bian Mu looked very humble.

"Look at your modesty... do your best! The old man is quite pitiful, and it depends on the extent of his treatment! Then... he doesn't have any family! How do you calculate the fee?" As he spoke, the woman looked at him The three strongmen took a few glances at where they were standing.

"The whole process is free! Just think that I am holding a free clinic here." Bian Mu responded with a smile.

"That's great! If you are so kind and righteous at a young age, then we will leave the old man to you! If there is anything you need our help for, just ask!"

"Easy to say, easy to say! Then you won't say much when I come in and out of here from now on!" Bian Mu said politely with a smile.

"That's right, that's right! If necessary, we can get you an access card. From now on, you can come and go freely!" The woman explained with a smile.

"Thank you, thank you! I will do my best!" Bian Mu responded calmly.

"Okay! You go ahead first. If you need anything, just call me." After that, the female staff member went out and walked away.

Seeing the woman walking away, San Qiangzi asked with a smile: "What's the next step?"

"Tell the old man that no matter what form he takes, from now on, he must find a way to slowly teach me the essentials of the 'Ziwu Acupuncture Technique' he has mastered. Otherwise, he will still be able to show off his current life state. In front of others." Without politeness, Bian Mu asked the three strong men to pass the message.

"Okay! I'll discuss it with the old man." After saying that, he quickly walked to the bedside, squatted down, and came close to Sima Kui. The three strongmen communicated for a long time in the special way they knew each other.

…

"The old man agreed, I will write it out for you." After that, the three strongmen went out to find paper and pen.

Bian Mu knew that Sima Kui's heart was as deep as the ocean, and it would not do him any good to deal with him at close range, so he sat down on the wooden chair placed next to him, and Bian Mu sat there with his eyes closed and rested.

After a while, the three strong men came back with pen and paper.

Without saying anything, Bian Mu bent down and pulled out the handle of the nursing bed, gently shaking it clockwise a few times. Sima Kui slowly sat up.

Sanqiangzi found the dining table under the nursing bed, washed it briefly, walked to the bed and put it in place.

In this way, Sima Kui would have a small desk.

Slopingly, Sima Kui finally wrote a line of small characters.

Bian Mu found that the fonts written by Sima Kui were very small. Due to being paralyzed in bed for a long time, Sima Kui's writing ability had already been reduced to the lowest level. For a long time, he could not write a word that could be directly recognized by people at a glance.

After standing aside and watching with cold eyes for a long time, Bian Mu was initially convinced that Sima Kui was truly paralyzed, and it was definitely not the result of a pretense of lying on his back.

Bian Mute was patient and didn't say a word of urging. He just stood aside and carefully observed the details of Sima Kui's writing movements, and from time to time savored what Sima Kui's inner world was like at this moment.

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I don’t know how many pieces of paper were scrapped. Anyway, Sima Kui was finally able to write a few decent words.

However, the words written by Sima Kui were like matchsticks spliced ​​together, completely in the style of a second-year primary school student learning to write.

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After a while, Sanqiangzi felt that it was almost done. He took a piece of manuscript paper and went up to the window sill to chat for a while.

The two of them spent a long time guessing and identifying, and finally pieced together a few sentences.

"Put the things in the bank safe..."

"The end of the account number is 3681..."

"The password is his birthday..."

"Let's find some connections to prove it..."

Gone!

"Do you think you can believe what he wrote?" Frowning, the Three Strongmen questioned.

"Basically credible! I have the habit of storing valuables in bank safes." Bian Mu responded.

"Ah?! Do you still have this habit?! It seems that you are a rich man!"

"I have too much money, hahaha... I live alone in a single dormitory and work hard on the street during the day. How dare I put something worth a little money in the dormitory! I have long stored the ancient pulse pillow given by your father in the dormitory. It's in the bank safe." Bian Mu explained with a smile.

"Really? It seems that you and him are quite similar! What should we do? Let's go to the bank and go to the bank?"

"Yes! You have to come with me! Be a witness, otherwise, those treasures will be dead forever. What a pity! Those are treasures of traditional Chinese medicine!" Bian Mu said with a smile.

"Okay! Let Uncle Kui have a good rest. Writing these words will kill him. The old man is too weak!" At this point, the three strong men turned to look at Sima Kui.