Practicing business and practicing medicine

Chapter 389: Predicting things like a god

After a long wait, Bian Mu felt confident.

"Uncle! Did this little brother get into a fight with someone?" Bian Mu opened his mouth and told the cause of his illness.

"Yes, yes, yes! Dr. Bian is indeed amazing. He can detect the condition as soon as he reaches for his pulse. Hey! It's what we are used to. We are arrogant and arrogant. We are not willing to suffer at all when we are outside. ! That’s what happened... My son was running a company outside, and he had some friction with his competitors. After many attempts at mediation, it didn’t work, and then they started fighting. Unexpectedly, those bastards were playing dirty tricks and beat my son up. He was seriously injured, but the court was quite fair. The ones who hit him should have been sentenced recently, and half of the money was paid. The problem now is...my son has no appetite at all for eating or drinking. How long has this been? Time! I have already lost more than 20 kilograms of weight. If this keeps going on like this, what will happen?" As he spoke, the patient's father became a little excited.

Seeing this scene, the patient's mother quickly pulled her husband aside, and she stepped forward and continued to explain.

"We have seen all the experts that should be seen. We have spent a lot of money and the matter has never been completely solved. My son still has no appetite at all. Apart from drinking some milk and eating some boiled eggs, he can hardly eat anything. , and occasionally you can eat some junk food like instant noodles.”

"Oh? Brother, have your stomach and smell senses declined significantly?" After hearing this, Bian Mu turned around and asked the patient directly.

Unexpectedly, the patient just nodded slightly and said nothing.

Bian Mu felt that the patient had become accustomed to being superior, and he didn't look down on him at all! There is no way, who makes me look so young!

According to traditional customs, Chinese medicine really becomes more valuable the older you get, and young people like Bian Mu look down upon it.

Bian Mu didn't care about him at all.

"Auntie! Did he just have two surgeries recently, the first was minimally invasive and the second was a remedial surgery?" Bian Mu suddenly asked these questions.

Upon hearing this, the other four people in the room suddenly had very surprised expressions on their faces.

Obviously, Bian Mu guessed it right!

"Yes, yes! Let me ask you a question! Can this be detected by taking a pulse signal?!" The patient's mother quickly responded in an unbelievable tone.

"Yes, the main part is the result of taking the pulse, and the rest is based on conventional medical speculation. However, it is quite tiring! Then please show me copies of the relevant physical examination report and surgical plan notice." Bian Mu said directly. Said the local.

"Okay, okay! Please wait!" After saying that, the patient's mother went upstairs to get relevant medical records.

Taking advantage of the free time, Bian Mu stood up and walked to Mr. Yang, whispering a few words quietly.

Mr. Yang immediately understood and made a "please" gesture. He moved Bian Muli to the large terrace in the distance.

"Uncle Yang! You have to have someone temporarily build a wooden stent. I will send you the specific size and style on your mobile phone. When they deliver the goods, I can add another treatment method today, which will at least double or triple the effect. .”

"No problem! Just say something and I'll arrange it right away!" Without hesitation, Mr. Yang responded with a solemn expression.

"Easy to say, easy to say!" As he spoke, Bian Mu found a small tea machine next to him and sat there to draw a few design drafts using the software that came with his phone.

"Uncle! It's basically like this. The sooner the better. In addition, you have many friends. Now, let someone find some medical ice cubes and send them over. I will use them later." As he spoke, Bian Mu said the so-called wooden The performance of the bracket is briefly discussed.

After frowning and listening carefully for a while, Mr. Yang felt confident.

Mr. Yang made three or four phone calls in succession, and things were finally arranged.

At this time, the patient's past medical records were also dug out by his mother.

With the past medical records in hand, Bianmu sat down on the coffee table and read it carefully several times. Many technical details were basically consistent with what he had imagined.

"The situation seems serious, but in fact I haven't found the key to the problem. I'll make a prescription first, and ask any of my relatives and friends outside to come over. I'll prescribe 15 prescriptions first, and find a larger drug store on the street. , ask the pharmacy clerk to smash all the prescribed Chinese herbal medicines, and then buy some more medicinal gauze, non-woven fabrics are also acceptable, preferably medicinal gauze, and prepare some medical bandages. I will have to do some demonstrations later. "To the patient's mother, Bian Mu explained his arrangements one by one.

"Okay, okay! Thank you for your hard work, Doctor Bian!" As she spoke, the patient's mother quickly got up, found paper and pen, and put them on the table for Bian Mu.

20g peach kernel, 15g each of safflower, angelica, rehmannia root, and achyranthes root, 9g each of Chuanxiong and Platycodon, 12g each of red peony root, citrus aurantium, and licorice, and 20g Bupleurum.

Mr. Yang has been standing aside and watching. In his opinion, the recipe Bian Mukai created is not a small one!

After receiving the prescription, the patient's mother hurriedly went to the living room to arrange for relatives and friends to go out to get medicine and prepare emergency supplies.

He had to sit there for a while, so Bian Mu got up and invited Mr. Yang to the master bedroom.

"Uncle! The kick in the chest of your great-nephew was okay. The key is that the punch and kick in the back almost killed him. Is what you know about the situation very different from what I am telling you now?" Mu asked with a serious face.

After hearing this, Mr. Yang's face was filled with surprise.

"Good guy! I thought you must be quite powerful, but I didn't expect that your ability to take pulses is so profound. I admire you, I admire you! It's thanks to you for making such a call today, otherwise, I really wouldn't have thought of asking you to come over and take a look. Maybe it's We usually get along too well, it's dark under the lamp, it's dark under the lamp! The reality at that time is almost exactly as you guessed. The guy opposite is practicing Taekwondo. It is said that he has worked hard to the black belt level. He is in his early twenties and has no skills. Light or heavy; the punch on the back was from a fat man, who had practiced boxing before, semi-professionally, and the last kick was from some kind of male fitness trainer. The guy was sinister. He was in his thirties. He took advantage of the chaos and made such a move. Remember Blackfoot, if I hadn’t checked the surveillance video carefully, I would still be in the dark now!” As he spoke, Mr. Yang personally simulated the fighting scene at that time.

Until then, Bian Mu was further convinced that Mr. Yang had practiced it when he was young, and his skills were extraordinary.

"Oh... So that's what happened, and I understand it better! Then... how many years has your great-nephew practiced since he was a child?" Bian Mu asked casually.

"No! If the elders hadn't beat him up and forced him to practice Kung Fu, he might have been beaten and disabled that day, or... he would have died at that time." Mr. Yang has become an old man in the world, and he has no scruples when speaking.

"I don't think so. It's obvious that your grandnephew is very angry. Otherwise, he wouldn't have gotten into such a bad thing. If you can't practice kung fu to a certain level, it's best not to do anything with others. , you are well-informed and must be more knowledgeable than me."

"Oh! I really asked you to tell me, that child is born with a lot of problems and can't be corrected no matter how hard he teaches him. It's so embarrassing!" At this point, Mr. Yang couldn't help but sigh deeply.

At this moment, the patient's father came in and greeted: "Doctor Bian! Send me some of what you want."

Upon hearing this, Bian Mu quickly got up and went out towards the second bedroom. Mr. Yang followed closely behind him. Bian Mu knew everything like a god. In surprise, the big stone hanging in Mr. Yang's heart finally fell to the ground. .

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