Practicing business and practicing medicine

Kidney failure caused by complications of diabetes!

If the restoration technique cannot be used in time, Mr. Shao, whom he has not yet met, may be in danger.

"How similar is this matter to Fang Yiqin's original condition?!" Thinking of this, Bian Mu couldn't help but feel nervous, and her palms were inexplicably sweaty.

Putting down the physical examination report in his hand, Bian Mu pulled out two pieces of tissue on his desk and wiped the palms of his hands a few times. They were dry and not sweating at all.

Bian Mu was really nervous.

Nephrotic syndrome has always been Bian Mu's shortcoming. To be fair, that's not because Bian Mu's medical skills are poor, but simply because the number of similar patients he actually comes into contact with is not up to standard.

When a doctor treats patients, no matter how talented you are and how early you become famous, if you cannot accumulate a large number of consultations in clinical practice, it will be difficult to make substantial improvements or breakthroughs in your medical skills.

This is the same as the first-class sniper who "simmers" bullets in units of ten thousand rounds.

No matter how hard Bian Shu works, he is still a human being, not a god.

Bian Mu's mood at the moment was as if he had not had time to review at all and was informed to take the qualification assessment as soon as he entered the classroom. He was nervous, confused, and at the same time somewhat regretful.

"Today is really not the right time. I am afraid that the reputation I have finally accumulated will be lost here." Bian Mu regretted answering Wen Boyong's call.

After a while, Bian Mu tried to adjust his mood.

"Doctors are kind-hearted. I have only been out for a few days! Why do I have so many worries? Really! Now that everyone is here, even if it can't make any difference, just tell the truth. It's better to be embarrassed than to lose the patient's life!" I thought! Here, Bian Mu's mood finally calmed down.

Pulling over a lift chair, Bian Mu sat there calmly and began to study every medical record carefully...

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Returning to the medical office again, Wen Boyong found Bian Mu sitting there concentrating on reading various pathology data reports. The calm and calm atmosphere on Bian Mu's face deeply hurt Wen Boyong.

"He's just a little older! He actually has the demeanor of a famous doctor. Compared with him, my whole life has been in vain." Thinking of this, Wen Boyong couldn't help feeling a little depressed. .

Although he was quite uneasy in his heart, Wen Boyong didn't dare to disturb Bian Mu at all.

Wen Boyong knew very well: At the moment, Bian Mu was the only bargaining chip he had left.

"The situation is quite bad! How were you treated in the past few months? Why did you use so many sodium-glucose co-transporter inhibitors and angiotensin-converting enzyme preparations?" Bian Muchong raised his head and asked Wen Boyong. A few words.

Suddenly, Wen Boyong became like a primary school student who made a mistake, with his face turning red and white.

Wen Boyong himself didn't know what was wrong with him.

"This...that's what Director Zhang of the First Affiliated Hospital meant, but...it can't be blamed on others. At the meeting, more than a dozen of us raised our hands to express our approval, and I even signed the signature at the back. The only person to blame is It's strange that Mr. Shao got sick too quickly..." After saying this, Wen Boyong gradually switched to normal mode.

"TMD! It's really evil! She is suddenly critically ill, it's none of my business! What happened to me just now? Was I possessed by an evil spirit? Why do I act like a child in front of Bian Mu? There is something special about this kid His aura may be terrible in the future!" Thinking of this, Wen Boyong couldn't help but stare at Bian Mu a few more times.

"Why didn't you consult Nie Yixiong at that time? You could even say hello to Meng Shuping! She is a first-class expert in kidney disease! She is also very thoughtful." As he spoke, Bian Mu put together the last medical record. He stood up and made a "please" gesture, and politely asked Wen Boyong to find a seat and sit down.

It's really funny, it seems that Bian Mu is the person in charge of this hospital, and Wen Boyong has become an invited foreigner.

Awkwardness goes away, human life is at stake! At the same time, it is also directly related to the distribution of core interests between the two companies. How can Wen Boyong care about so much at this moment?

"Lao Nie didn't answer the phone at all, but he finally got through. He said that Lao Shao was born with a fatal genetic defect, and that it was God's will that his condition had developed to this stage. He said that destiny cannot be violated. I was so angry that I had a big quarrel with him." As he spoke, Wen Boyong pulled a lift chair and sat on it, taking a few deep breaths.

Obviously, Wen Boyong and Nie Yixiong had a serious quarrel at that time.

Suddenly, Bian Mu realized that the relationship between Wen Boyong and Nie Yixiong was definitely unusual. They were either related to major interests or had a special friendship.

"But... Wen Boyong is a little behind Nie Yixiong in age, right? That means major interests are related?! If we encounter something important in the future that requires alerting the great doctor Nie, maybe we can ask Wen Boyong to help?" Bian Mu himself felt strange. In this situation, how could such a philistine thought suddenly appear in his mind? !

Maybe Bian Mu himself has changed? !

"Then... where is Teacher Meng Shuping?" Bian Mu continued to ask.

"She?! She just doesn't care about old Shao! It could be that she's attracted to people of the same sex. I can't tell. It's more important to save people now. Even if you're not sure, can you think of a way to get Old Shao to say something? In other words, at least leave some useful last words!" At this point, Wen Boyong became really anxious.

"Mr. Shao is a lady?"

"That's right! You thought he was a man? Isn't that important?"

"How should I put it? Women are kun. When you made the treatment plan, you may have neglected the balance of yin and yang." Bian Mu suddenly remembered something.

"Oh... that makes sense! TMD! A group of bullshit experts, who boast loudly all day long, actually made mistakes in such small details at the critical moment, damn! What should we do now?" Wen Boyong asked eagerly.

"That's just from the perspective of Chinese medicine. Western medicine has no similar taboos at all. Don't worry, let's meet the patient first." As he spoke, Bian Mu walked out the door.

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The ward area is really huge! It’s almost over 100 square meters, so-called super VIP treatment.

"Which bastard designed the ward in the first place! How can you gather energy in such a large area? It's just crazy!" Looking up and looking around, Bian Mu suddenly felt that Wen Boyong looked shrewd. At the critical moment, Totally a brainless old guy.

"Dean Wen! Based on my recent experience... stop the medicine first! Stop all emergency medicines, both Western medicine and Chinese medicine. Don't be afraid. If something goes wrong, I will take care of it for you. In addition, Immediately ask the head nurse to ask someone to move Mr. Shao to another normal ward with a sunny side and an area of ​​no more than 15 square meters. Immediately! Immediately!" Bian Mu suddenly gave some inexplicable medical instructions in an unquestionable tone.

Wen Boyong was stunned for a moment, unable to think, and quickly called a female assistant under him to immediately arrange for manpower to transfer the patient first.

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By the time everything was sorted out, more than ten minutes had passed, and Wen Boyong had already seen sweat on his face.

Bian Mu thought he was scared.

"Dean Wen, I'm going to take Mr. Shao's pulse first. Please ask the head nurse to find some handmade silver needles in various sizes!" As he spoke, Bian Mu began to take the pulse.

Not daring to neglect at all, Wen Boyong quickly ordered to go down.

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Bian Mu received a total of four needles on the inside of his wrist and on both sides of his ears.

This time, the time to wake up from the needle seemed particularly long...

In the end, Bian Mu was a little anxious from waiting.

However, he knew in his heart that this strange treatment method was the only possible way to save Mr. Shao's life.