Practicing business and practicing medicine

Although Bian Mu didn't say anything, he was quite dissatisfied with Chen Yueqing's behavior.

If it weren't for Chen Yueqing's hint, how would the head nurse of the "Antai" company's medical office dare to casually arrange for the migrant worker brother in front of him to live in the infusion room? Moreover, the location is the most remote and leaky. The beds are obvious! This is forcing the migrant workers to leave the hospital on their own!

Bian Mu ordered 6 dishes, most of which were nutritious.

"Doctor Bian! That's enough to eat, that's it!" The migrant worker brother stopped him politely.

"You lie in bed all day long, and your appetite is normal. I'm hungry! Haha... Just now, I was almost plotted against." At this point, he didn't mention any names, but simply stated the general outline of the matter. Said.

Upon hearing this, the migrant worker brother's face immediately became serious. Although he didn't say anything, it could be seen that his eyes were about to burst into flames.

It was obvious that the migrant worker brother was a little impatient.

Feeling that the identity difference between the two parties was too great, the migrant worker had a good brain, and he wanted to defend Doctor Bian against the injustice. He also knew that he was a man of few words, not to mention that what happened to Doctor Bian was not something that a small person like him could casually interfere with.

Out of politeness, the migrant worker brother ordered a dish of stir-fried shredded potatoes with sharp peppers and a dish of scrambled eggs with tomatoes, thus maintaining the etiquette at the table.

Bian Mu casually took seven or eight napkins and folded them to make a simple pulse pillow on the spot.

"Come! Take a pulse!" Bian Mu said with a smile.

"Eh!" With a frightened look on his face, the migrant worker brother quickly placed his right wrist on the simple pulse pillow.

…

"It's not bad! You can drink some liquor today, but you can't drink more, three drinks at most!" As he spoke, Bian Mu greeted a waiter not far away and ordered a bottle of local famous wine, which cost more than 200 yuan a bottle. ,not cheap.

"I can just drink Lao Baigan, that wine... is expensive!"

"Don't be so outgoing. Just have a few drinks with me. However, you still have to control your drinking. You can't exceed three drinks a day. Just a small porcelain cup like this! It can't be any bigger." As he spoke, he drank. He picked up a small white porcelain wine glass and shook it twice.

"I almost never drink..." the migrant worker brother responded with a smile.

"Why do I feel like your drinking capacity is okay?" Bian Mu said casually.

"When men drink, they tend to mess up things and waste money. My mother doesn't let me drink unless it's a holiday."

"Really? It's not the season of autumn! Your injury is repairing faster than I expected. In this season, drink some wine to activate blood circulation and remove blood clots, and you will recover faster! By the way, I would like to give you some advice on how to do things in the future, such as diet, When working, it is best to refer to the solar terms and seasons from time to time. For each of us, the solar terms and seasons are very important."

"Okay! I will remember it in my heart and don't dare to forget it!"

"polite!"

The two were chatting. When the food was served, both of them were hungry. They ate and drank. Halfway through the meal, the migrant worker brother became much more natural and not as rigid as before.

"It's not easy for Mr. Chen. This is actually my fault. He doesn't owe me, let alone you. After the operation, I threw you to someone else and waved my hands. There is no such thing in the world. Don't pick on Chen." That’s all right!” Bian Mu tried to persuade him in a matter-of-fact manner.

"No, no! I don't dare! Mr. Chen is also my great savior. I know it well..."

"I can see that you are also a loyal and trustworthy person. Just understand in your heart. It would be inappropriate to live there any longer. Let's go to the construction site now. I'm still a little uneasy. How about this? Our clinic has recently been It's not peaceful. If you don't mind, please keep watch for me. Brother Fan is quite bookish, so I don't feel comfortable leaving him alone at night. By the way, I'd like to ask, you seem to have practiced kung fu, right? Otherwise, Your injured finger shouldn’t recover so quickly.”

"When I was young, I practiced Xingyiquan with a neighbor of mine for a few days. When I went to high school, didn't I have to live on campus? I was afraid of being laughed at in public, so I gradually became unfamiliar..."

"No wonder! You have a heroic look on your brows, which is different from other migrant workers. Anyway, you can't go to work now because there is no anesthesia. You have personally experienced how difficult it was for me to perform that surgery, even for my sake. Reputation, you have to endure it and do odd jobs for us in the clinic, Xingyiquan should be restored, let’s start practicing! It will be of great benefit in the future.”

"Hey! I listen to you!" the migrant worker brother responded solemnly.

Unknowingly, Bian Mu drank a few more glasses until he felt something wet behind his ears, and then he screwed the cap on the bottle.

After the meal, Bian Mu got up and went to the cashier to settle the bill. The two returned to the "Antai" company's infirmary talking and laughing. Bian Mu called Chen Yueqing, but Mr. Chen might have something to do and didn't answer the phone.

The head nurse naturally knew Bian Mu and stood waiting for a while with a respectful expression, as if she was ready to listen to Bian Mu's instructions.

After explaining to the head nurse, Bian Mu helped the migrant worker brother go through the discharge procedures. Until now, Bian Mu was further convinced that the infirmary in front of him was a small hospital.

…

On the way back, Bian Mu and the migrant worker brother bought a folding bed. Worried that it would cause problems for the migrant worker brother's waist, Bian Mu specially selected a simple folding bed with a hard board made of high-density boards, and the two of them carried it. Back to the clinic.

After listening to Bian Mu's explanation, Fan Sanqiao sincerely expressed his welcome to the migrant brother to temporarily stay in the "Bian's Clinic".

…

In the afternoon, around four o'clock, Bian Mu was taking the pulse of an aunt when his phone vibrated.

Chen Yueqing’s phone number.

Chen Yueqing apologized for the cold treatment of the migrant workers, and Bian Mu didn't say much. He simply hung up the phone after being polite.

…

Finally reaching the last patient, Bian Mu couldn't help but let out a long sigh of relief.

As soon as the old man sat down, his phone started vibrating again. This time, it was a call from Wu Fenglan's daughter.

"Doctor Bian! My mother is vomiting blood! Three big mouths, no, one big one and two small ones, what should I do?!" Wu Fenglan's daughter asked eagerly on the phone.

"Don't worry! Where are you now?"

"Central Hospital Emergency Department, Indwelling Observation Room...Room 005, as soon as you enter the door, there is the third bed opposite."

"What did the doctor on duty say?"

"It says that all the vital signs are pretty normal. Let's stay and observe. Yes, we will observe for 4 hours. At this time, we are infusing nutrient solution and so on. Three bottles. I will take a picture for you."

"That's not necessary. You can't go wrong if you are a regular tertiary A. Don't worry. I'll make a call. Dr. Yue will come to visit you later if it's convenient. I'll take care of the patient at hand and rush to the hospital soon. Don’t panic when you visit your maternity! If something serious happens, the doctor will have already arranged for you to be transferred to another department, so don’t worry!”

"Okay then...is Dr. Yue a man? Or?"

"It's a female doctor."

"I understand! I'm causing trouble for you!"

"That's right. Don't be so nervous. It's nothing serious. I'll hang up first!" After that, Bian Mu hung up the phone.

The last patient suffered from chronic gastritis. Bian Mu felt that the old man was developing towards cancer, but he didn't dare to say it directly, so he made an excuse and asked the old man's little daughter to come to the clinic some time. One time, he had to interview the family members about some matters.

After all the diagnostic procedures were completed, Bian Mu stood up and politely sent the old man's gift out the door.

The migrant worker brother was really very discerning. Wherever there was a shortage of people, he quickly made up for it. Bian Mu felt that the migrant worker brother in front of him had an absolute IQ.