Practicing business and practicing medicine

When he went to college, in Bian Mu's mind, Qi Shangqi was already an unreachable big shot, and Luo Ziyi was even more like a god.

Now, having dinner with such an iconic and famous teacher, a feeling of admiration naturally arises spontaneously. If Mr. Qi asks anything, he will naturally tell the truth.

Qi Shangqi was not as sincere as Bian Mu. After repeated testing, Qi Shangqi felt that Bian Mu was just a little smarter than others, loved to ponder, and was willing to put in some hard work in traditional Chinese medicine techniques.

"Hey! I've been nervous for a long time. He's not an 'undercover' from other colleagues, nor is he an unparalleled genius. Why am I moving him to my side to make things more difficult?! Come on! It's just a meal for nothing, it's just like feeding the dogs. Yeah." Thinking of this, Qi Shangqi's face changed a little.

Bian Mu was still immersed in the joy brought by the unexpected surprise at this moment. He didn't bother to observe whether there was anything strange in the micro-expression on Qi Shangqi's face.

Thinking that the threat from Bian Mu had been eliminated, Qi Shangqi began to become a little absent-minded.

"Xiao Bian! Eat slowly! We have a meeting in the afternoon, so go ahead and keep in touch!" After saying that, without waiting for Bian Mu to say a few polite words, Qi Shangqi stood up and walked away.

Xiao Xie and his senior brothers and sisters were enjoying their meal when, out of the corner of their eyes, they saw the master suddenly getting up and leaving the table. He was about to leave. Xiao Xie quickly called to his senior brothers and sisters and chased after him.

Bian Mu politely sent the group to the door of the elevator. Seeing everyone filing in, he waved goodbye to Qi Shangqi, and Bian Mu returned to his seat again.

Qi Shangqi may have lived a good life for too long. Facing a table of sumptuous delicacies, the old man barely moved his chopsticks. Out of politeness, Bian Mu tried his best to eat the dishes closest to him first. The old man left the table suddenly. It would be a pity to throw away the untouched dishes on the table. Bian Mu nodded and called a waitress to ask. Take away.

"Sorry! Has anyone at these two tables already paid?" Bian Mu asked politely.

"Is this your first time here? They always keep accounts first and then settle the accounts at the end of the year. They often ask us to prepare a decent gift for you when you treat guests. There may be something urgent today. When we were doing the accounting just now, , that man didn’t say anything.” As she spoke, the waitress skillfully placed the dishes designated by Bian Mu into packaging boxes of different sizes intact.

"Really? We are just ordinary friends. It is not appropriate to receive gifts from others when we have dinner for the first time. Thank you for your hard work!"

"You're welcome!"

Carrying the packed leftovers, he looked at the hotel door for a while, determined his direction, and then walked toward the nearest subway entrance.

…

At 4:15 p.m., Ward 517, Department 2, Inpatient Department, No. 7 Hospital of the city.

As soon as Bian Mu entered the door, the patient Zhu Dingding's wife's eyes lit up and she walked over to greet him.

"Doctor Bian! I spoke harshly before. You are a person of status. Don't be as knowledgeable as me!"

"It's okay, it's okay! How is Mr. Zhu doing?"

"I just fell asleep, can speak, and can recognize me. Your great kindness will be something we will never forget in this life."

"Then let him have a good rest! Let's go out and have a few words." As he spoke, Bian Mu handed the food bag in his hand to Zhu Dingding's wife.

"What is this?"

"Mr. Qi treated us to a treat. He didn't sit down for a while and then left. The food was not touched at all. If you don't mind, you can heat it up in the microwave for dinner!"

"Thank you, Doctor Bian!" As she spoke, Zhu Dingding's wife did not show a look of disgust on her face. She happily took the food bag and turned around, placing her hand on a small stool under the window sill.

The two walked to the end of the floor and stood under the window, chatting for a while.

"Let me remind you! It's just a personal suggestion. It's up to you whether you listen or not. Mr. Zhu's vitality has been severely damaged. Although he is lucky to be getting better now, it is best to eat lighter within three months. Recovery of vitality is a slow process, too Living in haste will not pay off, and it seems that your family's financial situation is not very good. Uncle Zheng's money will only get tighter and tighter, so...if Dr. Zhao proposes any special medicine or expensive medicine, you'd better decline it politely, just If you say it’s not convenient, I’ll give Mr. Zhu some tonic later, and the final effect will be about the same, what do you think?”

"No problem! We believe you now, no matter what you say, I will listen!"

"That's good, I will try my best to get Mr. Zhu to the ground as soon as possible."

"Really? Thank you so much!" Zhu Dingding's wife suddenly smiled.

"Don't be so polite! I'm just building a bridge and paving the way for Uncle Zheng, right? Just do your best!" Bian Mu responded with a smile.

Upon hearing this, Zhu Dingding's wife became silent.

"Because Mr. Qi was there in the morning, Dr. Zhao didn't interfere. If I don't come again in the future, she will cause trouble. If it doesn't work, you might as well discuss it with the Zheng family. It's actually quite cost-effective to transfer to our hospital." Bian Mu The words were sincere and he made suggestions for later treatment.

"The expenses here are too high. Our family can't afford it at all. You are right. The Zheng family has to take care of several patients at once, and no one else has to worry about it. I listen to you, and prepare to transfer to another hospital now! We will transfer it later. Which department should I go to?" Zhu Dingding's wife asked.

"Just transfer to me! Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine No. 3, Bian Mu!"

"Okay! I'll discuss it with Dr. Zhao when she makes her rounds."

"Okay! Thank you for your understanding!"

"Oh! There's really nothing we can do! Besides, I can see that they can't cure my husband's disease at all, and staying here is just a waste of time."

"Then you go back to take care of the patients! I have to go back."

"Then I won't send it to you!"

"You're welcome!" After saying that, he waved to Zhu Dingding's wife, Bian Mu turned around and walked towards the elevator.

…

Two days had passed since the scheduled time for the stage performance, and there was no call from either Ouyang Ziye or Qian Xiaotong. Bian Mu guessed that there must be something going on, so he didn't contact Qian Xiaotong.

As for Qi Shangqi, there was no news. Bian Mu originally thought that being directly transferred to a tertiary hospital was a fantasy, thinking that he had been forgotten for a long time, so he did not care about being transferred to the Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine of the Provincial People's Hospital. .

The patient Zhu Dingding has recovered about 60% of his consciousness. Including him, Bian Mu already has four inpatients. The remaining three are all workers injured by Zheng Qingkui. They are all those A small contractor named Ma encouraged him to switch to Bian Mu's side.

In any case, Boss Ma can be regarded as helping Bian Mu.

After careful treatment by Bian Mu, the condition of the other three injured people gradually improved.

This morning, at around ten o'clock, Bian Mu had just finished checking the room when his cell phone rang.

Qian Xiaotong’s phone number.

"Ouyang Ziye asked me to be squeezed out of the hospital. You can come and report at any time."

"This...then I have a grudge against him?" On the other end of the phone, Bian Mu felt a little strange.

"Shit! Once he gets serious, he is nothing. Don't worry! If he sees you again in the future, he will definitely have to hide away. Zhu Dingding's incident has been spread in the circle for a long time. You kicked him in the head. So beautiful! When are you coming over?" On the other end of the phone, Qian Xiaotong smiled and urged.

"I still have a few patients on hand who have some connections with one of my neighbors. They can be settled after I help both parties reach an agreement."

"Okay! I told the dean about the medical trial you mentioned last time, and he has agreed. Let me know in advance when you are ready, and I will ask them to clean your office properly."

"Don't be so troublesome, just find a place to rest!"

"Don't worry about it, just listen to me. I have something to do here, so I won't talk to you anymore. Please call me earlier! See you later!" After that, Qian Xiaotong hung up the phone.