Practicing business and practicing medicine

There were quite a lot of people gathered in the living room on the first floor. After taking a few glances, Bian Mu was surprised to find Ouyang Ziye standing in a corner far away, looking towards him with a gloomy face!

Bian Mu was not interested in talking to him, and turned his attention to the family that seemed to be the head of the house, two girls and one boy. With Bian Mu's eyesight, he had roughly guessed that the two girls were the daughters of Mr. Qian, and the boy should be the treasure of the Qian family. Son, the one who went out to greet him just now should be the grandson of the Qian family, definitely not his grandson.

"I'm really good at observing bones now! The taller one should be the eldest daughter of the Qian family, the bejeweled Madam Xiankuo sitting opposite should be her sister, and the sighing one should be Mr. Qian's son is the father of the handsome young man just now. The eldest son of the Qian family is the youngest of their generation." Bian Mu made a random guess in his mind.

"Dad! Mom! He is Doctor Bian! He just arrived!" The handsome boy forced a smile on his face and politely introduced Bian Mu to his parents.

"Ouch! Hello, Dr. Bian! So young?! I'm sorry, my father is very ill and he couldn't speak at all. I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" The eldest son of the Qian family still spoke very well.

When they met for the first time, Bian Mu's impression of the Qian family was pretty good. At least, it was much better than the last time he went to the Lu family.

"Whose family doesn't have a patient? Care will lead to chaos, caring will lead to chaos! Understand, understandable!" Bian Mu quickly greeted the eldest son of the Qian family with a few polite words.

The wife of the eldest son of the Qian family looks like she is in her early fifties and is very well-dressed. However, she is not the kind who is very fashionable and shows off her wealth. Her speech and behavior appear to be very intellectual. Bian Mu guessed that Mrs. Qian Eighty percent of them are intellectuals with knowledge of culture and education.

Mrs. Qian smiled politely at Bian Mu and said nothing.

"Mr. Qian is upstairs now? Still?"

"No! It's in the master bedroom downstairs! Please come over here! Eldest sister! Second sister! Come together!" As he spoke, the eldest son of the Qian family politely accompanied Bian Mu and walked quickly towards the master bedroom.

Upon hearing their brother's greeting, the two daughters of the Qian family didn't say anything. They looked at Bian Mu casually with cold expressions and walked slowly towards the master bedroom.

Obviously, the two daughters of the Qian family acted very carefully and deliberately slowed down their pace in order to follow Bian Mu and his party naturally. As women, the two looked much more composed.

From the corner of his eye, Bian Mu was surprised to find that Dr. Lu Yisi was also sitting on the corner of the sofa in the living room. At this moment, Dr. Lu was staring at Bian Mu with a stern expression. His eyes met and sparks were flying. Dr. Lu seemed to Very unhappy.

"He is still wearing a white coat? The stethoscope is still hanging around his neck. It seems that he has just rushed over from the hospital. What? Can't think of a good way to deal with it? Hehe... Sometimes, when social elites like them encounter Things are just a little rough. If you get anxious, your usually superb medical skills will be reduced by at least 30%. Alas! Practice it slowly!" Thinking of this, Bian Mu smiled kindly at Dr. Lu, and hurriedly looked away.

Seeing Bian Mu's increasingly familiar figure disappearing near the door of the master bedroom, Lu Yisi's eyes almost burst into flames.

"TMD! What a hell! You can bump into this god of plague anywhere! What the hell is this?" Lu Yisi bit a corner of his lip, feeling extremely uncomfortable.

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The so-called Mr. Qian is much thinner than Bian Mu imagined. In less than two months, it is impossible for a person to become so thin all of a sudden. Bian Mu guessed that the old man was originally the kind of person who "can't buy old age to lose weight." body shape.

Looking at the children of the Qian family, all of them are in very good shape. Bian Mu guessed that this family probably has some foundation and is not the kind of family that suddenly becomes prosperous.

After watching it carefully for a few times, it was okay! Mr. Qian's "heart-seeking" has not dissipated, and his inner fire is still strong, so Bian Mu feels relieved.

"Look at this, the cause of the disease may be a bit strange. Given their family's conditions, as long as the real cause is found, it won't be long before the old man has an appetite and can eat normally." Thinking of this, Bian Mu felt much more at ease.

Seeing his children all entering the house, Mr. Qian seemed to have guessed something.

"Who is this? So young?!" It was okay. From the tone of the old man's words, his energy was not scattered. It was probably an emergency, but it was just delayed for a while by his children and some quack doctors.

"Mr. Qian! Hello! My surname is Bian, and I have been asked to come here to visit you! I am a Chinese medicine practitioner at the next school. I wonder if you would mind?"

"Oh... you are so young... since they dare to call you here, you must not be easy to deal with. Thank you for your hard work!" From the sound of it, the old man was not very ill.

"You're welcome! Could you please get off the floor and sit over there on the sofa?" Bian Mu asked with a smile.

"I'm afraid it's too bad. My legs and feet are so weak that I stagger a little when I walk. It's a bit embarrassing. I just have to take a pulse!" Obviously, Mr. Qian didn't have much hope for Bian Mu.

Bian Mu has a tender face. As a traditional Chinese medicine doctor, anyone else would be a little suspicious. He does look too young!

"That's it... then I'll take a suspensory pulse." As he spoke, Bian Mu walked to the head of the bed, gently grabbed Mr. Qian's left wrist and lifted it away from the head of the bed.

Bian Mu gently supported Mr. Qian's elbow with the palm of his right hand, and gently placed the three fingers of his left hand on the Cun Guan ruler. After a slight adjustment, a standard "Suspended Pulse Style" was established.

The Qian family is full of laymen, so naturally they don’t have any clues.

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He gently placed Mr. Qian's right arm, walked half a circle around the bed, switched his right wrist, and continued to take pulse.

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After that, Bian Muan quietly took the Renying pulse and Fuyang pulse for a while.

At this time, intuitively, the young and old of the Qian family had noticed that the handsome and sunny young Chinese medicine doctor in front of them might have some skills. For a while, the master bedroom seemed unusually quiet.

"Mr. Qian! Please go outside and find Dr. Lu, the doctor Lu Yisi in a white coat. I have to borrow his stethoscope. I came in a hurry and forgot to bring the medical kit. I'm so sorry!" Bian Mu rushed to Qian. My precious grandson said a few words.

At this time, Bian Mu realized that the children of the two daughters of the Qian family were probably studying abroad or on business at this time. No wonder they couldn't be seen on such occasions and at this time.

"Please wait!" He agreed, and the grandson of the Qian family immediately turned around and hurried out.

After a while, the stethoscope was borrowed.

"Guys! Please give me some support. I have to turn Mr. Qian's back to the window. Yes, it's roughly at this angle. You just need to support me a little. I'll check it as quickly as possible." As he spoke, Mu pointed out that the young and old of the Qian family helped him to help Mr. Qian up and sit up, with most of his back facing Bian Mu.

Putting down quilts, adding pillows, supporting them as much as they could, and pushing them up... The young and old of the Qian family were not too busy.

Putting on the stethoscope, Bian Mu carefully "auscultated" it from bottom to top, starting from the liver area.

"Mr. Xiao Qian! Is there any alcohol at home?" Bian Mu took off the stethoscope and hung it around his neck, and asked.

"Yes! Come here!" After saying that, Mr. Xiao Qian quickly went to get the alcohol spray.

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After putting on the disposable medical surgical mask, he used an alcohol spray to disinfect his hands twice. Bian Mu stretched out his right index and middle fingers and put them together and slowly walked up and down the liver area of ​​Mr. Qian's back...

The middle seam of the shoulder blades, Dazhui point, Fengchi point, Fengfu... Bian Mu walked very slowly, and listened quietly with his ears... The look on Bian Mu's face looked very solemn.

"As expected... The old man is encountering a particularly troublesome problem... Well! The cause of the disease is so special that it is much easier to cure!" Thinking of this, Bian Mu felt more confident.