Practicing business and practicing medicine

In order to protect himself, Dr. Yue went to great lengths. Bian Mu was very moved by this.

Bian Mu felt that Dr. Yue and Assistant Zhang were becoming more and more considerate towards her.

"Thank you!" Bian Mu said his thanks sincerely.

"It's a trivial matter! Why are you being so polite! But you will really pay attention in the future. By the way, when you open a clinic, you need nurses and pharmacists, right? Can I help you find a few?" Dr. Yue suddenly turned the topic to the small clinic again. This way.

"No need for now, I will be alone for a while. I have inspected many small clinics before, and they are really difficult to run. I will test the water first, and when everything settles down, I will trouble you to help me find a nurse and medicine." Teacher! I plan to take the exam myself, and when I have enough money, I will consider selling Chinese herbal medicine."

"Looks like this... Hey! We are almost there. Turn left at the intersection ahead. The navigation sometimes gives random directions. We will take a detour according to the route it planned!" Dr. Yue reminded quickly as he spoke.

Bian Mu nodded slightly, turned on the direction indicator, and moved the steering wheel slightly, preparing to turn left.

After discussing all the way, the two drove to the small hospital designated by Wen Boyong.

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Dr. Yue explained Bian Mu's identity to a young male police officer in detail. It was not bad. The male police officer was a local. Everyone knew what was going on in Xiaobailou. After completing the corresponding procedures, the police agreed to Bian Mu's participation in the consultation. .

Wen Boyong stepped forward and briefly introduced Mr. Shao's condition, his eyes full of uneasiness.

Until this moment, Mr. Shao was still half awake and half asleep.

After reaching out to check for a pulse, Bian Mu stood up and walked to the female nurse on duty, borrowing a pack of acupuncture needles from her.

Dr. Wen Boyong and Dr. Yue were very surprised and couldn't help but look at each other.

"That's weird! Why did his pulse check last so short this time?" Both of them had similar thoughts.

"Oops! Is this a critical pulse?! That's not right! It's not that dangerous, isn't it? Alas! It's only been a few years, and my ability to detect pulses has deteriorated so much. It's really..." Wen Boyong thought immediately.

"What do you mean?! Shao is dying soon? That's fine... This saves a lot of trouble and saves Bian Mu unnecessary trouble." Doctor Yue had another thought in his mind.

A needle was inserted near the wrist of each hand, and Bian Mu stood by the bed and waited for a while.

The time to wake up from the injection was much shorter than usual. While washing the needle, I threw the discarded steel needle into the medical trash can nearby.

In less than three minutes, Mr. Shao woke up.

"You are...oh...Doctor Bian! Thank you, thank you! It seems that I will definitely not die, and the Lord of Hell is bothering me!" Mr. Shao spoke.

Hearing that the suspect could speak, the faces of the two young police officers on duty suddenly showed slight joy. The tall female police officer among them even walked to the hospital bed and asked Mr. Shao several times.

After a while, the young male policeman indicated that Bian Mu could continue the treatment.

"Mr. Shao! How are you feeling now? No matter what symptoms you have, please tell me as clearly as possible." Bian Mu slowly walked up to Mr. Shao and said a few words of concern.

"Thank you very much, Dr. Bian, for coming over to treat me. I can't thank you enough for your kindness. Where is Lao Wen? Please invite him over. I have something to explain." With a soothing tone, Mr. Shao suddenly remembered Fa Xiaowen Boyong.

Out of professional vigilance, the young policewoman walked to the bedside and stared at Mr. Shao intently for a few times.

"Old Shao! I'm always here! If you need anything, just tell me!" Wen Xiyong quickly walked to the bedside and responded with a few words in a calm tone.

At the same time, Wen Boyong couldn't help but look at the young policewoman.

"Sigh... Ever since I was little, you have always taken care of me. If I didn't help you or say anything, I would always cause you trouble... At this time, it's useless to talk too much. Please bear with me. After decades of ups and downs, I've always made trouble for you... Let it go... You have no choice but to admit what I owe you. Everything you owe me has been written off! It seems you don't owe me much... With my brain, what do you owe me? Ah..." At the end of the sentence, Mr. Shao seemed to suddenly become a little confused, repeating the same few words over and over again.

Dr. Yue was quite sensitive, and he immediately realized that Shao might have a deeper meaning in doing this.

The police officer on duty was by her side. Even if Shao really had something to confess, she would not dare to say it openly and openly.

Wen Boyong seemed to have guessed something.

"How long has it been, and you still say this, everything you owe or not has been written off in one stroke. Just take good care of your body, correct your attitude, and tell the police exactly what happened. In the age of the rule of law, you must not dare to think so. Let's explain everything clearly about luck!" As he spoke, Wen Boyong stared at Fa Xiao to see what she wanted to imply.

"I owe you...do you have anything? How much do you owe me? When does it start? What do you owe me..." As he said this, Mr. Shao kept staring at Bian Mu.

Everyone felt that Mr. Shao was beginning to have a relapse of his condition and was somewhat confused.

Wen Boyong seemed to realize something. He stretched out his hand and gently shook Mr. Shao's left forearm, and said a few words of comfort: "Don't think so much. Recuperation is the business of peace of mind."

The young male police officer in charge stopped him subconsciously: "Dean Wen! Please don't have direct contact with the patient, please take your hands away!"

Hearing these words, Wen Boyong felt as if he had just received an electric shock. He quickly moved his hands away from the hospital bed and took a few steps back without saying a word.

Seeing this, Bian Mu walked a few steps to the hospital bed and stretched out his hand to take Mr. Shao's pulse again.

Bian Mu was once a famous doctor on the Internet. The young male police officer in charge had long known what was going on with him. He stared at Bian Mu for a few times, without much special meaning in his eyes.

The three policemen on duty still trust Bian Mu quite a lot.

"Officer! Mr. Shao is fine. She may have been frightened. She is overly nervous. Eat some light food and rest for a while and she will be fine. In addition, try not to let her eat sweets within six weeks." After that, Bian Mu gently patted Mr. Shao's upper left shoulder to express relief.

Strangely enough, after just a few gentle pats, Mr. Shao became much quieter, muttering a few words to himself and saying nothing more.

After signing, Bian Mu winked at Dr. Yue, said hello to Wen Boyong, asked the male police officer in charge for instructions, and the two left the single ward.

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The SUV drove not far from the small hospital. Doctor Yue asked directly: "What's going on?"

"Mr. Shao is pretending to be sick."

"I guess so, what does she want? Don't get yourself into it! That's no joke." Dr. Yue gave a few warnings with a serious look on his face.

"How is that possible! I will not do anything illegal or disciplinary. If my medical license is revoked, it will directly kill me!" Bian Mu responded solemnly.

"I thought you weren't that stupid, then... you're so smart, guess what? What exactly is she trying to do by tossing us all this time?" Dr. Yue was still very curious after all.

"Look at what that means... She seems to be hinting that Dean Wen has handed over something important to me. According to my intuition, what Dean Wen handed over to me should be legal. Even if Mr. Shao is guilty of a serious crime, she still has her own rights. Her legal property, those things should have nothing to do with the things she committed. Now, she may be worried, so she hinted to Dean Wen to transfer those things to me."

"That's it...that's right! How many children does she have?"

"I don't remember, but I have met her son a few times."

"How do you look in person?"

"Mediocre people!"

"No wonder...no wonder...after all, you are a mother, a woman! It is human nature to cherish your children when you are old..." Dr. Yue seemed to have realized something as he muttered.