Practicing business and practicing medicine

Possibly trying to hint at the authenticity of the letter, Mr. Shao deliberately chose a letter paper called "Eight Line Notes" during his lifetime. At first, Bian Mu thought it was antique letter paper purchased online. During the study, he used PE gloves to , Bian Mu felt that the stationery in his hand was obviously special.

Bian Mu took off his gloves, selected one of the letters, and gently touched and rubbed it twice with the fingers of his left hand.

"It's a real thing! If nothing else, it's at least a high imitation made in the early Republic of China. Mr. Shao used this kind of letterhead to write letters. In addition to gaining my trust, what kind of message did he want to convey? It seems that this You have to keep the letter carefully, maybe it will be put to some great use in the future!" Thinking of this, Bian Mu took out his cell phone under the light and took pictures of the letters in his hand one by one.

There are seven and a half pages in total. As we go to the end, the font becomes smaller and smaller. I really don’t know what kind of mentality Mr. Shao had at that time.

Bian Mu has always had an excellent memory. Although the words between the lines seemed a bit clumsy, the basic content was not complicated. It didn't take long for Bian Mu to memorize almost all the content.

Carefully putting all the letterheads into the envelope, Bian Mu pulled out a new black garbage bag from the corner of the balcony. Bian Mu put the envelope inside and tied the mouth of the bag shut.

"I'll pass by the bank tomorrow and put it in the safe!" Bian Mu thought to himself.

Afterwards, Bian Mu threw the black garbage bag into the corner of the door of the room, so that he could see it when he went out in the morning, so as not to forget it tomorrow.

After tidying up and getting ready to go to bed, the phone rang.

Huang Boxi’s phone number.

"The medicine has been prepared. Let's meet at the hospital tomorrow morning?" Huang Boxi said calmly on the phone.

"Okay! Thank you for your hard work! What time is it?"

"About half past nine!"

"Okay! I've got a little extra work here, and I have to ask you to help me prepare some medicine. Is it convenient for you because of the time?" Bian Mu said.

"What medicine?"

"The ancient prescription 'Ma Fei San' is a powder. Mix it with rice wine. I plan to apply a little on the patient's fingers. He is still young. Considering the protection of his related nerves, I don't want to use anesthetics."

"Oh! Did you change the recipe yourself?"

"The big recipe has not been changed. There are a few small changes. Is it convenient for you?" Bian Mu asked politely on the other end of the phone.

"What's the point of inconvenience? You told me, I'll just prepare it for you. Then... why don't you prepare it into an ointment? Just apply it on it and it'll be fine? It won't cause a little bit to fall off in the middle. If it falls a little, don’t you have to apply medicine again?”

"I have to perform a very complicated bone-setting treatment on that patient. It's the kind of surgery that doesn't require an incision. Although it doesn't require an incision, you still have to use a needle, right? Is it faster to operate along the needle hole or a powdered powder? What do you think? Woolen cloth?"

"That's okay! From what you say, you have already made special needles?"

"Yes, before the clinic opened, I asked a friend to find a private craftsman to customize it."

"It's a bit similar to the 'small needle knife' from Qin Jin?" Huang Boxi was much more knowledgeable after all, and he asked about the key points as soon as he opened his mouth.

"It's a bit more complicated than the 'small needle knife'. This is my first time using it. To prevent accidents, I plan to ask a microsurgeon to sit beside me. They bring their own anesthetist, so just be prepared!"

"Oh... Listen to what you mean... The patient on your hand has a lot of broken bones? The location is quite troublesome? Microsurgery in big hospitals is not easy to do, right?" Huang Boxi is also a serious general practitioner of traditional Chinese medicine. , you can talk about serious things as soon as you open your mouth.

"You guessed it right! That's what happened. The patient is in his early thirties and in his prime. His right hand will be left disabled and will be affected for most of his life. Originally, I didn't intend to meddle in this matter. Unexpectedly, In the middle of the process, Mr. Chen came to the clinic. He showed his kindness and made it clear that he was willing to cover the financial expenses. I couldn't bear it for a while, so I agreed to continue treating the patient."

"Who is Mr. Chen? Do I know him?" Strangely enough, Huang Boxi suddenly became very interested in this matter and kept asking for relevant details on the other end of the phone.

"Chen Yueqing, Mr. Chen!"

"Hi! Who do I think it is? It turns out to be him! Just a friendly reminder, you have to be careful when dealing with him!" Huang Boxi gave a few kind reminders on the other end of the phone.

"What can he do to me?" Bian Mu asked in confusion on the other end of the phone.

"Then I can't say, he is a very shady person. You have forgotten how his nephew died, right? Didn't you feel resentful at that time? Think about Chen's reaction at that time, you Don’t you understand everything?” On the other end of the phone, Huang Boxi seemed to have doubts about Chen Yueqing’s character and personality.

"Are you talking about Fang Yiqin?"

"Who else could be there besides him?! He was like that to his close nephew, and now facing a stranger he has never met, he would be kind-hearted? Anyway, I don't believe it!"

"Based on your experience, how would he use that patient to deal with me?" At this time, Bian Mu felt a little weak.

"This response should not be enough! For many years, almost no one has used traditional Chinese medicine bone setting to perform such complex acupuncture treatment on people. As far as I know, you should be the first! Then... Take Chen Yueqing As a normal person, he should be out of curiosity. He would like to contribute a little money to gain a good reputation and gain your trust. He wants to see with his own eyes how deep your level of Chinese medicine can be. As for the future... it should be Are you thinking of fishing for the big fish in the long term? You are a decent person and have a good mind. He should not be able to do anything to you, but... if you start to like him, in the future... you will definitely have to take advantage of him. Lose." Huang Boxi reminded kindly on the other end of the phone.

"I seem to have understood a little bit more. Thank you Mr. Huang for reminding me. I will have to be careful about him in the future." Bian Mu said with a smile on the phone.

"In a legal society, he is not a promiscuous person. What can he do to you? In the final analysis, I still try to use you. Where is this matter today? Pay attention in the future!" On the other end of the phone, Huang Boxi smiled and said a few words sentence.

"So... about Ma Fei San? Can you help me?"

"What's the inconvenience? I'll prepare the ingredients for you early tomorrow morning and send you the recipe later!"

"Okay! By the way, Teacher Huang, how much do we get?" Bian Mu asked quickly.

"It's all about money. The old rule is just to pay the cost of the work." On the phone, Huang Boxi seemed quite generous.

"Thank you, Teacher Huang! In addition, I suddenly remembered some personnel matters and asked you about it. Mr. Cao Qiling, Mr. Cao, do you have any impressions?"

"He? The number 'seven', the 'ling' of age?" Huang Boxi asked.

"Yes, that's him."

"It seems like the person has passed away, right?"

"Yes, was he very powerful back then?" Bian Mu asked curiously.

"It's not bad! If it hadn't been for that medical accident, he might still be the president of the No. 7 People's Hospital of the city!" On the other end of the phone, Huang Boxi suddenly mentioned a medical accident that happened long ago.