Practicing business and practicing medicine

Mr. Chen is serious about graduating from 811 books. In his spare time, he reads various miscellaneous books. He has seen similar statements in many books about "Chinese medicine is close to witchcraft".

Mr. Chen has always regarded this as a "derogatory" statement, which is relatively exclusive and suspicious of traditional Chinese medicine. They believe that traditional Chinese medicine does have some contingency, mystery, and randomness in some aspects...

In short, in their view, Chinese medicine is unscientific.

They even think that the treatment of diseases by Chinese medicine doctors is purely a matter of luck, and is quite similar to the "shamans" who perform magic tricks in some respects.

Now, having such close contact with Dr. Bian Mu, Mr. Chen suddenly realized: "TCM is close to witchcraft" should have another meaning. Traditional Chinese medicine is very mysterious. When dealing with special patient symptoms, it can often achieve unimaginable results. Precision, depth, and full of incredible mystery.

After a long time of fuss, "TCM is as close to witchcraft" as a word actually has the meaning of praise!

"Because of you, my views on traditional Chinese medicine have greatly changed. Thank you, Dr. Bian. How much should I pay you for your consultation today?" Mr. Chen mentioned money.

"Just pay 40. I hope you can get good results after taking the medicine. I wish you good health as soon as possible!" After that, Bian Mu stood up and politely sent Mr. Chen out the door.

At this moment, Mr. Fan opened the door and walked in with two portions of casserole noodles.

"Leaving?!" Mr. Fan asked with a smile.

"Well! It's nothing serious. It can be regarded as a problem in the womb. As time goes by, as long as you calm down the restlessness in your heart, the symptoms he mentioned will naturally disappear. Eh?! Why does this casserole noodle restaurant always smell like something fishy? The special aroma? What kind of seasoning is in it?" As he spoke, Bian Mu reached out and took a portion of casserole noodles, placed it in front of the small dining table, opened the lid of the lunch box, brought it to his nose and smelled it carefully several times. .

"What? Is there something wrong? I think it should be their own secret sesame oil sauce, such as chili sauce, balsamic vinegar, pickles, and fresh side dishes. The boss keeps them outside, so diners can mix them as they want. How to adjust it? If it is not enough, the waiter in the store will immediately make up for it. Only the unique sesame oil seasoning sauce is specially placed inside, so that the diners will definitely not be able to reach it." Mr. Fan seemed to have realized something, and quickly put it in. The male boss’s distinctive characteristics were briefly described in a few sentences.

"No wonder..." Bian Mu seemed thoughtful.

"You mean...the male boss specially added something ulterior to the unique sesame oil seasoning sauce? For example, what's the 'shell'?!" At this point, Mr. Fan's heart trembled involuntarily.

For no other reason, Mr. Fan likes to eat this kind of clay pot noodles recently. Regardless of whether Bian Mu is there or not, he has to eat at least one portion of this magical "clay pot noodles" every day. There is something ulterior in this guy. Then he is not miserable!

"Don't say anything without any basis, but... let's be careful. That kind of shit can be seen by the eyes. I'll pick out some of it and find a friend to test it privately some other time, just in case. If that man If he is so bold and has really tampered with the seasoning, then his business is over. Although we open a small clinic, we still have social responsibilities to purify the air in society, suppress evil and strengthen the people." As he spoke, Mu Yong Use chopsticks to pick out the piece of sauce on the surface of the casserole noodles and gently place it into a small reagent box.

Seeing Bian Mu doing this, Mr. Fan immediately began to mutter in his heart. Without saying a word, he used a spoon and chopsticks with both hands to pick out all the 'unique sesame oil seasoning sauce' that could be seen with the naked eye and throw it directly into a In a small plastic bag.

The two chatted while eating.

"There is a lot of chicken bone grass in it, as well as a lot of five-finger peach. There are a lot of chili peppers in the unique sesame oil seasoning sauce. My nose is so good that I can't even distinguish them one by one. It seems that there are many things in this." It's more or less something." Bian Mu explained with a smile.

"Oh! Listen to what you mean, if that male boss follows normal operating procedures openly, can you smell what all the ingredients are?! You can even guess the relevant proportions?!" Mr. Fan stared with wide eyes. He looked at Bian Mu with a look of great surprise.

"Hahaha... don't look at me like that. Our profession requires you to possess many basic skills. One of them is called 'taste the herbs'. You can also understand it in a narrow sense as 'smell the herbs'. Theoretically speaking, , the master of traditional Chinese medicine sat there. What are the ingredients of the so-called 'unique sesame oil seasoning sauce' that the man secretly made in private? What are the specific proportions? It may be a bit exaggerated to know 100%, but he can definitely guess it. Eighty-eight, the higher the level, the higher the accuracy naturally. I haven’t practiced it specifically, it’s too far! There is an old man named Huang in our circle of friends. In this aspect, he is much better than me. He If you smell it, you might be able to guess about 90% of it." Bian Mu explained with a smile.

"What a guy! So awesome! I can't accept it!" Mr. Fan said with emotion.

At this point, he changed the topic and asked casually: "Do you have any plans for the future? I will have to hire nurses and pharmacists here sooner or later. By then, you won't be able to get involved, and I won't be able to help you." I’m not chasing you away! It feels awkward to have nothing to do, doesn’t it?”

"I know, I know! You are doing it for my own good. I stay here with you all day long. I feel that I am much better in every aspect. I will talk about the future later. That day, I passed by the Internet cafe, turned on the computer and wrote a small alarm clock program. The method was Clumsiness can no longer be seen by others, maybe I have been completely eliminated by the industry." At this point, the look on Mr. Fan's face suddenly dimmed a lot.

"Do you know why I let you live here all day? I don't give you any medicine, and I don't arrange any specific things for you. It seems that you are here just for the night shift, running errands and doing miscellaneous things. , In fact, it is not the case. There are countless tonics in the world, but the one you lack the most is 'Firework Qi', and the one I lack most here is this. Don't think so much. With your wisdom, you will slowly recover. Yes." Bian Mu explained with a smile.

"So that's what it's like! No wonder I feel so comfortable staying here. I'll totally listen to you on how to make appropriate arrangements in the future." Mr. Fan responded casually.

"That's a serious statement! However, I really hope that you can go over the previous business and see how much it can be restored to its original value. It may not be suitable for Mr. Chen Yueqing to stay there for too long. However, I am applying for a temporary job there. Earn some living expenses for yourself, and with the help of the technical environment there, you may be able to recover faster." Bian Mu reminded casually.

After hearing this, Mr. Fan seemed to remember something and suddenly became even more silent.