Practicing business and practicing medicine

The two seniors sang along and spoke out the extremely cruel reality of competition in individual TCM clinics. Before they even made any comments, Bian Mu's back was already sweating.

Think about it for a moment, if your medical skills are mediocre and you are miserable in a public hospital, as soon as the normal optimization combination plan comes out and the blacklist is announced, the last one will be eliminated! He was kicked out directly.

You have to eat, right? Isn’t medical skill incompetent? Change your career!

Take an online ride-hailing service? ! It seems that driving experience is not enough. Some operating companies also require drivers to bring their own cars, and they focus on new energy vehicles, okay! Hundreds of thousands were gone at once. Bian Mu had no idea how much savings his parents had in their hands. Even if he knew, what would he do? Are you shy about asking for it? !

That's nonsense!

Delivery? Doing a flash delivery? Intercity Express? Schindler Knight? Bian Mu has already tried it. If he didn't have a regular employee of the "Liu Shunrong" pharmaceutical company, Dong Yushan took care of him, and the motorcycle company provided it free of charge and was responsible for all related expenses for free, would he have been able to make a profit? How much profit?

Not only was he exhausted and exhausted, but he was also easily embarrassed and even bullied by various security guards. Bian Mu looked easy-going, but his bones were like fire. How could he stand that kind of anger? !

I seem to be pretty good at cooking, so I want to open a small restaurant?

"Fuyu" Clay Pot Noodle House has actually been operating very well in all aspects. If you throw away the spice-enhanced cooking bag that Boss Sang comes with, Bian Mu feels that Boss Sang's clay pot noodles are actually very good, then... why would he go there? Where are the "contrabands" in the spicy food bag? !

Could it be that the competition within the industry is quite cruel? ! The man surnamed Sang was eager to make money, so why did he resort to such crooked tricks that undermined his morality? !

For a moment, I really couldn’t tell.

Compared with Boss Xiao Sang, Bian Mu's cooking skills are definitely not as good, so...how can the small restaurant continue to operate? !

Obviously, this is a dead end.

Gotta eat! what to do? !

Bite the bullet and return to his old business, rent a small house and open a clinic in the most remote place in Lijin City with the cheapest rent. Because of his mediocre medical skills, he dare not charge any registration fees. At the same time, he must sell medicine, otherwise, he will only rely on outpatient services. I'm afraid I can't even pay the rent with that meager income.

Acupuncture, cupping, massage, tuina, and physical therapy services provided with the help of various new electronic devices... What you can add must be added, and if you don't have enough money, you can only borrow it from everywhere.

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Finally, relying on the "wei" people who nodded and bowed all day long, the small clinic finally survived miserably...

However, a small shark like Bian Mu suddenly appeared, only two or three kilometers away from his small clinic, okay! He sees 40 patients a day, never overcharges, and relies entirely on his true skills to make a living. After being treated here for about a month, he is gradually improving. At Xiaoshak's place, three doses of medicine can eliminate the root cause of the disease! ! !

In less than six weeks, who will come to visit the small clinic? !

The father is unemployed, the mother is not in good health, and Xiaoyue has just entered the freshman year... The small clinic suddenly cannot survive. Facing the little shark? ! If Bian Mu is cowardly again, will he become murderous? !

Will it? !

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Bian Mu was frightened by his endless imagination!

Really scared!

Overnight, Bian Mu, who thought he was the most kind person in the world, turned into a villain.

Bian Mu was suddenly speechless and couldn't say anything.

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"Are you scaring yourself? Haha... We are just kidding you! You can't even hear this, hahaha... Survival of the fittest is the way of heaven. Otherwise, how can traditional Chinese medicine be promoted? But... you have to take care of both when doing big things. Section, objectively speaking, you do pose a considerable threat to your colleagues around you, and they are clearly aware that you are a brand new private Chinese medicine doctor, and you are not very good at it. They are already a little bit overwhelmed, and they will let you If they continue to grow and develop, most of them, as long as they stay where they are, there will soon be no more patients left." Going back and forth, Wei Laozi's boredom made Bian Mu a little flustered.

Before Bian Mu could think of how to respond to Mr. Wei, Sima Kui took over.

"I heard Sanqiangzi say that you usually play tricks, let me give you a suggestion. Tomorrow, you rent an electric shared bicycle, with the 'Four Seasons Harbor' as the center of the circle, and the intercity main road as the path, first north and south, then Then you go east-west and walk around, encountering individual clinics, pharmacies, studios, physical therapy centers, health clubs... and even dental clinics. You mark them all, go back and analyze them, convert them all into calculation symbols, and then honestly, Let's deduce it carefully and see if even the most honest and useless massage therapist is looking forward to your death..." Having said this, he may have felt that his words were a bit harsh. He glanced at the old man Lao Wei, and Sima Kui said abruptly. Cut the conversation off and say no more.

Bian Mu was a master of planning. Although Sima Kui had not finished speaking, Bian Mu had fully understood his intention.

That's right! One after another, Bian Mu has treated many patients with dental diseases. Except for a few who had to have their teeth extracted and implanted, the rest of the patients were basically treated by Bian Mu. Even if they had their teeth extracted or implanted, Bian Mu directly recommended him to go to a tertiary hospital, and there was no such thing as a nearby dental clinic.

Okay! The individual dentists half a row across the street hate me.

"What...what should I do? Do I have to move somewhere else?" In desperation, Bian Mu muttered a few words to himself in confusion.

"This brain is too rigid! Balloons allow you to play so smoothly, so what's the trouble? What's more, those 'noble friends' behind you will never agree to your move, so you don't need to say anything. , they will find a way for you. However, it is not easy for ordinary people, and mediocre medical skills are not a sin, right? In such a good era, we must leave them a way to survive, right?" Mr. Wei reasoned. Come, it seems to be born with an irrefutable logical power, you can't help but be convinced.

Sima Kui originally wanted to say a few more harsh words, but seeing that Old Wei's expression changed slightly, he endured it and stopped saying anything.

"Then... I'll rest for a few days, walk around the streets, think about it, and see if I can come up with any best way. Is this what you two seniors mean?" Bian Mu could only say this.

"You can teach me, boy!" Mr. Wei praised with a smile.

Sima Kui nodded his head expressionlessly, barely expressing his approval. He had never wanted to see Bian Mu, and he didn't want to see him because of the aggressive attitude in his heart. There was no other way, whether it was nature or the day after tomorrow. In short, it was the three of them. Disagreement!

At this moment, several customers came to the pharmacy, and one of them was a regular customer. The man seemed to want to ask Mr. Wei to prepare some Chinese patent medicine for emergencies, so Mr. Wei stood up to greet them.

At the tea table, Bian Mu and Sima Kui sat across from each other, feeling a little embarrassed.

"Okay! It's getting late. You sit down first. I'm a little tired and have to go back to the mountain to rest." After saying that, he waved to Bian Mu. Sima Kui stood up and said hello to Old Wei. He went out and stopped a car. The taxi went back to the nursing home on the mountain.

Bian Mu got up and came to the cabinet, ready to say hello to Mr. Wei and Miss Xiao Su and go back to the single dormitory to think about it. Unexpectedly, Mr. Wei insisted on letting him stay to make dumplings to eat. There was no other way, so Bian Mu had to go back to the single dormitory with Xiao Su. The girl asked for a vegetable basket and went to the nearby supermarket alone to buy ingredients.

Miss Xiao Su doesn't know how to do housework. She mixes noodles, mixes stuffings, makes dumplings... Basically, Bian Mu and Mr. Wei help each other. They put together a few cold dishes, and the three of them sat around in the backyard and drank some wine. From beginning to end, Mr. Wei never mentioned a word about the plan to resolve the crisis in the clinic.

Bian Mu understood that Mr. Wei was asking him to do things alone, otherwise, no matter how hard he worked or how desperate he was, he would never make it in the long run!

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At around eight o'clock in the evening, Bian Mu was sitting in his single dormitory thinking about something when his cell phone rang.

On the phone call from drug farmer Lao Pei, the old man suddenly mentioned that the prices of precious Chinese herbal medicines were gradually stabilizing. He believed that Bian Mu should consider clearing all positions in the "Qingchi Pharmaceutical" stock he held.