Practicing business and practicing medicine

I don't know why, but along the way, Bian Mu's mind kept flashing fragments of the prostate cancer of his uncle with a sharp face. Perhaps, this serious illness once again inspired something that had been hidden in Bian Mu's subconscious for many years? !

"Oh... I think about it. I heard my mother say that my grandfather seemed to have died of severe prostate disease in the end, maybe from prostate cancer..." Bian Mu thought to himself.

Unknowingly, Bian Mu had arrived at the door of the small conference room at the east end of the second floor.

"Hey! What are you thinking about? As soon as I heard that you were coming to give a report, I rushed over immediately without stopping." A few slightly old voices suddenly came from diagonally opposite.

"Ouch! Dean Wen! You're all right, you're all right!" As he spoke, he clasped his hands into fists and walked a few steps. Bian Mu quickly saluted Wen Boyong.

"Tch! Why are you so polite to me! They announced it at 10 o'clock. There is still some time. Let's go to the side and have a chat?" Wen Boyong responded with a smile.

"This...I have to check in with Professor Mi, right? What will I talk about and how long will it take? I have to ask Teacher Mi for instructions, right?" Bian Mu explained quickly.

"Tch! It seems like you haven't come here much lately! What's so busy about a small clinic? I really can't understand you! Let's go here. The medical culture is very relaxed. As long as Lao Mi hasn't made a clear appointment with you in advance, that means you You can speak freely as long as you don't disturb others from having lunch, and you can speak for as long as you want, and...see what this means, an on-site debate may be arranged. As someone who has been there, I suggest you to So 'hiding one's clumsiness', according to the jargon... don't say anything if you can't say the things at the bottom of the box. In addition, when you encounter someone who is paranoid and serious, try not to argue on the spot and pretend to be confused. Do you understand?"

"Okay! I would like to learn from you, junior!" Bian Mu responded with a smile.

"Tch! Here we go again, I'm your old brother, and you're always so polite to me. What do you mean? After becoming famous, you don't look down on me, my old brother? Hahaha..."

"How dare you, how dare you! You are the senior after all! Then... I will report to Professor Mi first, and if time permits, I will talk to you for a few words?"

"Okay! Go back quickly! Lao Mi should be in the laboratory upstairs at the moment. It seems to be the dark side room on No. 9. I'm waiting for you!"

"Okay!" Bian Mu agreed and hurried towards the stairs.

Laboratory 039 is a high-end laboratory with three doors, all with pass codes. Bian Mu is a junior member, so naturally he can only ring the doorbell at the door and ask first.

After a while, the door opened, and a fully "armed" little young lady poked her head inside and took a look around.

"Hey! Doctor Bian! Professor Mi is checking the data inside! Do you want to change into your work clothes and come in to talk to her?" The young lady obviously knew Bian Mu, and her words were natural and unobtrusive.

Bian Mu guessed that the little lady in front of him should be Professor Mi's student.

"No, I'm just here to report in. It's nothing important. Then...I'll go down and prepare. Please tell Professor Mi, and I will give a report to all the teachers on time."

"Then...okay! I'm sorry! Is that why you came here? Or have you put the things you brought with you downstairs?" the little young lady asked with a smile.

"Sorry! I didn't understand. Normally, I would carry a backpack with me. Why don't I give a report to the teachers today? I didn't think I had anything to bring, so I came empty-handed. What? Is there anything wrong? ?”

"I'm too talkative...but...the people sitting below the venue are all industry leaders. You are so young and you don't bring anything with you. You don't even have a speech note? You can't insert a USB flash drive and directly PPT, right?" The woman reminded kindly.

Suddenly realizing it, Bian Mu quickly thanked him and said: "So... I understand! I seem to be a little disrespectful to the seniors by doing this, right? I understand! Then I'll borrow a notebook and pretend to be nice temporarily."

"You are so awesome! We all admire you! It seems that you are really confident, but...you have to be okay on the outside, right?! In the past two years, within the industry...especially in such a high-level place, people The relationship between them is quite subtle, so you should try to pay more attention to some details, okay? Besides, it’s also an explanation for us teachers, right?”

"Yes, yes! I am ignorant, thank you for your advice! Are you Professor Mi's student?"

"Yeah! Now I'm a sophomore!"

"Awesome! I admire you! Then I won't bother you. Goodbye!"

"I wish you immediate success!"

"Thank you!" He waved to the woman, and Bian Mu hurried downstairs to find Wen Boyong.

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People like Wen Boyong are very successful wherever they go. Perhaps this is his innate ability. There is a small office on the second floor facing the sun. It is not large, about 12 square meters. The furnishings inside are luxurious, including bookcases. , advanced experimental equipment, for a while, Bian Mu couldn't figure out what it was used for or who the owner was.

"Sit down! It'll be a while! In a place like this, no one can fault you for being late for a few minutes." Wen Boyong greeted Bian Mu with a smile and took a seat.

"I'm a junior, so it's rude to be late! By the way, I came in a hurry and I was a little unprepared. I have to borrow your laptop later to show off. Is that convenient?"

"Hahaha... You are crazy! Take it!" As he spoke, Wen Boyong casually threw his computer bag to Bian Mu.

"Thank you!" Bian Mu took the computer bag and smiled politely.

"Mr. Shao, her nephew has been looking for you recently?"

"Well! Just the last day or two, what? Is there anything wrong?"

"Nothing! Just asking, do you know anything about the secret recipe? Don't worry too much! I'm just curious, I have no other intention. It's all up to you whether to say it or not. Tell me a little bit. It's our friendship. Don't talk about it. , That's your duty and mine, it's nothing." Wen Boyong was still the same as usual, speaking very quackish words, but in fact, he wanted to inquire about everything.

Wen Boyong's medical skills were limited and he would never be able to become a famous doctor in this life, so almost all his brain was used elsewhere.

Bian Mu smiled and did not hide anything from him. He briefly talked about his meeting with Huang Boxi and Daniel. Mr. Shao’s nephew, Lao Hou, had talked with him. Bian Mu also gave a brief introduction. Of course, there were some special details that he didn’t mention at all.

Wen Boyong listened very carefully.

"I'm not wrong about you! You are so loyal! It is extremely rare for someone at your age to have such a big heart! It seems... Guan Yuelin is really full of lies and is really nothing!"

"What do you mean?" After asking this, Bian Mu suddenly regretted it.

In fact, there is no need for Bian Mu to get involved in their personal grudges. Obviously, Wen Boyong and Guan Yuelin are not good people. Their character and humanity are more or less lacking in edges and corners. Moreover, a All of them are extremely greedy for money. Bian Muping has always been an upright, generous, and sunny person. There is really no need to mingle with them all day long.

Thinking of this, Bian Mu chose to remain silent.

Seeing Bian Mu being silent, Wen Boyong naturally understood what he meant and smiled.

"Guan Yuelin has been leading us to the Taoist medical team, deliberately cutting off the relationship between Cao Qiling and Situ Jianqing. What does he want to do?! Take that huge profit for himself? It's just a dream!" Wen Boyong obviously knew More inside information.

Bian Muzheng was worried about how to answer Wen Boyong's words, when he saw a young and tall lady coming in to remind him that it was time to enter the venue to prepare for a speech.