Practicing business and practicing medicine

The male executive under Mr. Pan was excited when he heard Bian Mu's promise to immediately go out for outpatient treatment. The man couldn't help but get out of the car and lay down to the side to give Bian Mu a few big salutes in public, which made Bian Mu quite embarrassed.

"What are you doing! Get up! You are also a senior executive after all, in public..." He pushed the car door open, scolded the man a few words, and then used his right hand to pull the man up from the ground.

"You... are so powerful! Mr. Pan has been a blessing to our family. I have always wanted to find a chance to express my gratitude. They said that you are aloof and arrogant. Most people can't help you. I never thought in my wildest dreams that this would happen. I was asked to do it, and in a moment of excitement, I just..." The man quickly stood aside and explained a few words with a humble expression.

"Hurry up and drive! Really! Slow down and drive!" After that, Bian Mu got in the car and closed the door.

Along the way, Bian Mu was too lazy to talk to the man, and leaned back in his chair, lost in thought...

When I was in college, there was a female lecturer who would occasionally express a few words of emotion when she was tired from giving lectures. In her opinion, any doctor with some real ability would have a few principles for refusing diagnosis.

The female lecturer usually also attends outpatient clinics in the affiliated hospital, three times a week, either in the morning or afternoon, as a teaching and research practice. It is said that the female lecturer is very skilled in medicine, but she is a bit picky about patients. As long as she doesn't like it, you don't care. No matter who, they will all refuse to be diagnosed.

The female lecturer believed that sometimes, doctors have to believe that their intuitive thinking has some unpredictable foresight! With this kind of foresight, she did avoid several "unexpected disasters".

Thinking of that time halfway through, Bian Mu felt quite emotional.

"What Teacher Huang said makes sense. When you are a doctor, sometimes you have to do something and not do something. I have an incurable disease and my reputation is not very good. Why do I work so hard for such a patient for so long?! Forget it! Okay, let's forget about being humane." Thinking of this, Bian Mu secretly warned himself that the next time he goes out for a medical consultation, he must ask clearly about his condition in advance.

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It is an independent courtyard, and the buildings in the courtyard seem to be specially designed. It is said to be a villa but not a villa, and it is said to be a large flat floor but not a large flat floor. Anyway, it looks weird and strange, and there is no trace of the richest man in Lijin.

"Is it right here?" Bian Mu asked casually as he pushed the door and got out of the car.

"Yes, they are walking out! You go over first and I will park the car." The man responded quickly.

"Forget it! I think they can recognize me. You go and eat something! You can't keep your stomach empty all the time, you will suffer in the future!" Bian Mu was kind-hearted after all, and gave a few instructions with a smile.

"I was really anxious just now... In my desperation, I said something unscrupulous. I have absolutely no intention of bargaining with you. Should I send you the relevant information about Mr. Fan's recent situation by email? Or..." The man came to the window. The position quickly explained a few words.

"Send it to your cell phone!" As he spoke, Bian Mu walked to the passenger seat and scanned the man's cell phone code with his own cell phone.

At this moment, several people from the Pan family, old and young, came out. They must have seen Bian Mu in the house.

"They're out. Your mission is over. Go eat!" After that, Bian Mu walked slowly towards the door of the small courtyard.

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Mr. Pan is much younger than Bian Mu imagined. Even though he is seriously ill, this business tycoon looks only in his mid-thirties. His hair is a bit long and slightly yellow in color. He is probably already suffering from obvious hair loss. Ear-lobe shoulders, impressive, big eyes, double eyelids, empty eyes, scattered eyes, and the inner "heart" is almost extinguished.

Unable to take in normal nutrition for a long time, Mr. Pan obviously lost a lot of weight. His face, complexion, bones, shoulders... all showed symptoms of a serious illness.

No stubble was found. Even in his current miserable appearance, Mr. Pan still tried his best to maintain his usual decent and elegant life style in terms of personal appearance. It seems that he is not the kind of "Phoenix Man" type of social elite. .

The posture is like lying but not lying down, and the posture looks like sitting but not sitting. It looks like there is little breath and weak breathing. There is less air in and more air out. The cardiopulmonary function is probably quite poor.

On the contrary, Mrs. Kuang is slightly chubby, over 1.65 meters tall, has an oval face, is smooth and smooth, and is dressed a bit tackily. She does not fit in with Qi Yuewei's class. She has red and phoenix eyes with colorful eyes and looks forward. At first glance, she looks like a business woman with smart features and good at socializing.

"I didn't expect that I invited you over after all. Would you like to go to the living room to drink some tea and take a rest?" Mrs. Kuang looked very polite.

Observing the words and expressions, Bian Mucong couldn't see the slightest trace of sadness or weariness on Mrs. Kuang's face. The businessman values ​​​​profits, so he may be similar to other business couples. Most of the time, these two couples have no feelings.

"No need! The area of ​​this bedroom seems a bit large. No matter from any aspect, it is not suitable for Mr. Pan, so... if it is convenient, please show me the second bedroom, or a study room that can accommodate people. "Bian Mu suggested with a smile.

"Does it have to be replaced immediately?" After a moment of hesitation, Mrs. Kuang asked quickly.

"Yes! Ask Mr. Pan for his opinion. If he agrees, change it immediately!" Bian Mu responded in an unquestionable tone.

"Okay! Do it right away! Old Pan! Doctor Bian said he is going to change your room. Do you agree?" Turning around, Mrs. Kuang briefly negotiated with Mr. Pan.

"No problem! He agreed, please come here!" As she spoke, Mrs. Kuang began to arrange for relatives, friends and the two female nannies at home to start packing things.

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After going upstairs and downstairs, Bian Mu finally settled on the smallest study room on the first floor.

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After everything was settled, Bian Mu began to check on Mr. Pan.

"Oh...it's actually an anti-Guan pulse! Try it with the other hand...well...it's the same, it's also an anti-Guan pulse, no wonder..." Thinking of this, Bian Mu started taking the pulse again.

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After taking the pulse, Bian Mu stood up, walked to the bedside, and pushed Mr. Pan a few times. Mr. Pan noticed that Bian Mu was trying to take the pulse for fun, so he knew that he was not simple. Bian Mu gave him a gentle push. He also tried his best to cooperate.

I tried several times, but Mr. Pan always cooperated well, but Mr. Pan always cooperated well. Bian Mu wanted to listen to a "back diagnosis" but could not complete it.

There was no way, through Mrs. Kuang, Bian Mu called two young and strong male relatives and friends, and asked them to help him hold Mr. Pan. Bian Mu carried a stethoscope with him, put it on, up and down, left and right, Bian Mu Listen to this!

It takes quite a long time...

"Okay! Mr. Pan! You have a rest first, and I will ask you questions later." After that, Bian Mu sent the two men to help lift the soles of Mr. Pan's feet. Bian Mu listened for a long time with the help of a stethoscope. Once, it takes longer...

"That's it! Thank you, sir. Could you please bring me a pen and paper? I have to talk to Mr. Pan." After that, Bian Mu sent one of his younger male friends to find paper and pen.

"Mr. Pan! You are too weak, so I won't talk to you. I'll bring you paper and pen later. You can write down what I ask you as much as possible for me, okay?"

Mr. Pan was half lying on the bed and nodded feebly.