Practicing business and practicing medicine

The business man belongs to the type of person who always thinks that he is the smartest person in the world. Bian Mu explained carefully that he only listened to half of it. In his opinion, at least half of what Bian Mu said was true. Excuse.

well! I have a low IQ, what can I do? !

Not giving up, the business man continued to discuss in an inquiring tone: "Doctor Bian! Do you think this is okay? I will buy out the formula and specific production process of the ointment at once. As for whether I make money in the end, I am responsible for it." Alright, okay?"

As soon as he heard this, Bian Mu knew that the business man in front of him seemed smart, but he was actually quite a fool.

"I'm sorry! Mr. Cheng, that's all. If you don't listen, that's your business. I still say the same thing. Every line is like a mountain. Not everything in the world can be used to make money. In this regard, I suggest you do more Read Tao Zhugong's book, it's getting late, we still have some things to arrange, please do it!" After that, Bian Mu got up and forcibly saw off the guests.

The business man lives in this community. Recently, there have been a lot of rumors about Dr. Bian Mu. There is one thing that he is quite taboo about: Dr. Bian is very good at fighting, has complicated social relationships, and is not afraid of getting into trouble!

He smiled coquettishly, and the expression on the business man's face was stiff, awkward, and more or less embarrassed.

"I'm sorry! No need to bother you, bye, bye!" Turning around, lowering his head, the business man hurriedly went home in a somewhat resentful manner.

Seeing the business man walking away, Fan Sanqiao came over and chatted for a few words.

"You made it so clear, why does he still insist on buying out the formula of the ointment?"

"Haha... Do you know? There has always been a legend in the society that there is a kind of doctor who opens a clinic. There is a certain secret recipe passed down by the ancestors. People are used to calling this kind of traditional Chinese medicine doctor a 'Yizhao Ling'. The whole family relies on those The secret recipe can be eaten by three generations! He treats us as these country folk."

"Damn! Then he is really blind! What should we have for dinner?"

"Black rice porridge, pancakes, some stir-fry dishes, and some beer?" Bian Mu suggested.

"Okay! Are you still going to Lao He's house?"

"Okay!" After saying that, he took off his white coat and went upstairs to change clothes before going out for dinner.

The phone rang, Bian Mu's phone.

Feng Yuejuan’s phone number.

"My father wants to ask you to talk about something. Is it convenient now?" On the phone, Feng Yuejuan suddenly invited Bian Mu to visit Feng Lezhang in the hospital.

"Inconvenient! Dean Feng has something to say?" Bian Mu asked casually on the other end of the phone.

To be honest, Bian Mu had no interest in the affairs of the Feng family for a long time.

As for what Feng Lezhang's holding of a heavy stake in "Dalson" means to Qi Yuewei, Assistant Zhang and others, he is not very interested.

The business world is in deep waters. As an outside doctor in a small clinic, Bian Mu has no intention of getting involved in it at the moment unless he has to.

Gentlemen love fortune, in a proper way. Bian Mu wants to make a fortune and has his own development plan. He will definitely not be easily influenced by others and mess up the pace of his life development.

"My father didn't tell me anything specific. He mentioned it several times. I thought you were very busy, so I didn't have the nerve to disturb you. Today he brought it up again, and there's nothing I can do about it..."

"Oh... Dean Feng should go to bed on time around ten o'clock in the evening, right?"

"Yes."

"Then... let's do this. Before ten o'clock, I will go to the ward to visit Dean Feng and listen to what he has to say."

"Okay, okay! Thank you!"

"You're welcome! You should." After saying that, Bian Mu hung up the phone.

…

At 9:41 pm, inpatient department 3 of the First Affiliated Hospital of Provincial Medical University, 9th floor, ward 916.

As soon as he entered the door, Bian Mu found that the old Feng family had a new caregiver again. He was a man, in his forties, and he was neatly groomed. Judging from his temperament, he didn't look like a full-time caregiver from the countryside. Bian Mu guessed that he should be a caregiver. The nursing workers should be local people and start working right after completing their vocational training.

Feng Yuejuan was sitting in front of the bay window at this time, wearing a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, holding a medium-sized thin porcelain plate in her hands, tossing it over and over.

Apparently, that porcelain plate should be an antique.

Feng Lezhang's back was turned to Bian Mu, and he was standing in front of him practicing a kind of guidance technique called "Big Dance"...

Seeing Bian Mu entering the door, the male nurse seemed much calmer than other colleagues. He glanced at Bian Mu coldly and asked him who he planned to find.

Bian Mu smiled at the male nurse and made a gesture, which meant that he was acquainted with the Feng family and came over to take a look. At the same time, he hoped that the male nurse would remain silent.

The male nurse was obviously much smarter than the other colleagues. Seeing that Bian Mu was kind-faced and polite, he didn't say anything more, lowered his head, and went to the bathroom to continue cleaning the dead spots.

With his hands behind his back, Bian Mu stood there for a while to observe how Feng Lezhang was practicing.

Feng Yuejuan's mind was entirely on the porcelain plate in her hand, and since she was facing Bian Mu sideways, she naturally didn't notice Bian Mu coming in for a while.

"At his age, he is the most accomplished person I have ever seen practicing the art of guidance. He must have accumulated some skills, otherwise, he would not have been able to survive the disaster last time." While observing, Bian Mu stood there and thought about it for a long time.

Not to mention, Feng Lezhang really paid for his practice in the art of guidance. In just this moment, he actually gave Bian Mu a lot of inspiration.

He has both spirit and form, he is aware of the movement of Qi, his form and mind are free, his breath is connected, and there is little stagnation... After decades of practice, Feng Lezhang has become somewhat mature.

At this moment, at a glance, Feng Yuejuan found Bian Mu standing at the door of the room, watching her old father practicing there.

Raising her hands, Feng Yuejuan quickly stood up and expressed her apology to Bian Mu. In order not to disturb her old father's practice, Feng Yuejuan remained silent.

Bian Mu waved his hand and made a gesture casually, and the two of them walked toward the sofa together.

At this moment, Feng Lezhang also noticed someone behind him.

"Ouch! Xiao Bian is here! Sorry, rude! Please sit down!" As he spoke, Feng Lezhang made several polite gestures and moved Bian Muli to the sofa and the three of them sat down.

After exchanging pleasantries and making excuses, Feng Lezhang sent Feng Yuejuan and the male caregiver out of the house.

"Did your family find that male caregiver yourself? Or did the hospital contact him?" Bian Mu asked casually.

"Otherwise, everyone would say you're smart! Haha... Eyeliner! I couldn't even guess which family assigned him for a while. He's quite capable, but his traces are a little exposed, so it's easy to recognize him."

"I'm just telling you! He doesn't look like a laid-off worker, nor does he look like someone from the countryside, haha... no wonder! You asked me to come over, what are your instructions?" Bian Mu Wuxin lingered with Feng Lezhang, and asked straight to the point.

"I guess someone has already talked to you, so I'll be blunt. Don't I have some shares in Dalson? Recently, because of this matter, our family has been a little uneasy. After thinking about it, I thought about it. It will be a relief for everyone to hold the shares on your behalf, but this matter may make you a little embarrassed, so... I invite you to come over today to have a formal discussion."

After hearing this, Bian Mu was stunned.

After a moment of silence, Bian Mu asked with a smile: "Dean Feng! This decision you made sounds a bit strange! In my understanding, this matter has nothing to do with me, right?"

"If it weren't for that migrant worker patient's micro-level bone-setting surgery, this matter might not have anything to do with you. Now, with the sudden change of the situation, it will more or less involve you. That's why... I made this desperate move. I'm sorry. Please help me. After the matter is completed, I can donate 20% of the shares to your name. The procedures are complete, legal, compliant, reasonable and reasonable. Please rest assured!" Feng Yuezhang's tone of voice sounded like he was talking. He is getting full of energy, and it seems that the old man is recovering quite well.

Because of this, Bian Mu suspected that Feng Lezhang's motives might be impure.