Practicing business and practicing medicine

For Bian Mu, Ms. Fang is a very important patient. Whenever there is a possibility, he will try hard. As for why he is so persistent, Bian Mu has not figured out the bottom layer for a while. logic.

One thing was very clear to Bian Mu: no matter what, no matter what the considerations were, we must do everything possible to cure Ms. Fang completely.

During the Chinese New Year, he came here to deliver medicine. He explained the contraindications for taking medicine clearly and reached a consensus on the transfer to another hospital. There was nothing left to talk about between him and Professor Shen. After being polite to each other, Professor Shen paid the bill. , she returned to the ward to take care of her baby daughter, while Bian Mu went to the hospital duty room to see if Ouyang Ziye was there.

Nothing else, Bian Mu was just curious.

Compared with himself, Ouyang Ziye's medical skills and medical products are really not very good. However, the master is a child of a family of traditional Chinese medicine, and his family education is quite profound. At least, Ouyang Ziye is better than Kuang Yiheng. The level is still slightly higher. Even if he feels unwell, Ouyang Ziye is still capable of self-diagnosis and treatment.

Since Professor Shen has said something, then... Ouyang Ziye should have "sickness" on his face and behavior, otherwise Professor Shen, a layman, would be unlikely to notice it.

During the Spring Festival holiday, the area around the nursing home was unusually quiet.

The light in the duty room is a bit dim. It seems that the doctor on duty must have dimmed the light deliberately.

He walked into the duty room quietly. It was not bad, Ouyang Ziye was really there.

"Teacher Ouyang! Teacher Ouyang...are you asleep? Be careful of catching a cold!" For a moment, Bian Mu was in a dilemma.

With his back to the door and his face facing in, Ouyang Ziye seemed to be asleep.

After saying hello for a few times and seeing no reaction from Ouyang Ziye, Bian Mu quietly turned around and prepared to leave quietly.

"Oops...I'm sorry, Doctor Bian is here! He's here to visit Ms. Fang again..." Hearing some movement in the room, he got out of bed and Ouyang Ziye hurriedly greeted him.

"Sorry! I'm celebrating the New Year, so I stopped by to see if you're here and wish me a happy new year. I didn't expect to disturb you." Bian Mu stopped and said a few polite words with a smile on his face.

"I was rude first, please sit down quickly! Happy New Year, haven't you gone back to your hometown?"

"Happy New Year! I just came back from my hometown. I heard that you were a little unwell, so I wanted to come over and have a look." As he spoke, Bian Mu found a chair under the window and sat down.

Taking a peek, Bian Mu found that Ouyang Ziye was indeed a little thin, his hair was disheveled, and he seemed to be suffering from a small amount of hair loss. The lights in the room were a little dim, and his eyes were twinkling, but he couldn't see the state of his "heart" at all.

After a preliminary examination, Bian Mu concluded that Ouyang Ziye was indeed sick.

"Is everything going well at home?" Ouyang Ziye did not directly respond to Bian Mu's concern, but was polite.

"Everything is fine. You look a little thinner. Doesn't it matter?" Bian Mu's curiosity became more intense.

"It's okay, it's okay! Maybe I caught a bit of wind and cold some time ago, the cold air is sinking, and there are a lot of things at home, so I haven't cleaned everything for a while, so I just need to rest." When he said this, Ouyang Ziye's eyes were obviously twinkling. , Intuitively, Bian Mu felt that the teacher Ouyang in front of him seemed to be deliberately avoiding something.

"Really? That's good! I brought some wild medicinal materials from my hometown. If you need it, please contact me at any time. I will bring it over next time. By the way, we haven't added each other's contact information yet, please add it?"

"This... okay! We've known each other for so long, but it's a bit unbelievable that we don't have each other's contact information." At this point, Ouyang Ziye stood up and walked towards Bian Mu.

After all, the other party was an elder. Bian Mu quickly stood up and took out his mobile phone, and the two added each other's contact information.

It was obvious that Ouyang Ziye was a little hesitant when he spoke. Bian Mu guessed that the illness he had was probably a "hidden disease" that even his family members could not tell him sometimes. What's more, he and the other party had a history. It’s still a bit of a holiday!

"As long as it's nothing serious, you can take a good rest. If you need any help from me, please feel free to contact me at any time! I won't bother you too much, I'll see you later!"

"See how polite you are...I'll give it to you! Thank you for coming to see me." It could be heard that Ouyang Ziye was sincere in these words.

"You're welcome, please stay!" As he spoke, Bian Mu left the duty room, left the nursing home, hailed a taxi on the street and returned to Wu Fenglan's old residence.

Wu Fenglan was polite. Such a nice house was equivalent to letting her live in vain. Bian Mu knew what was going on. Seeing that there was still some time before the sun went down, Bian Mu put on gloves and cleaned the house inside and out...

Housework is the most time-consuming, and the indoor area is huge. Even half of the area has not been cleared, and it is already time to light up the house.

There was everything in the refrigerator. Bian Mu sat on the sofa and took a short rest. He took out a piece of salmon, five or six prawns, a piece of frozen tofu, and some vegetables. Bian Mu cooked three dishes and steamed two bowls of rice in the steamer, which was delicious. Had a delicious dinner.

Just as I was tidying up the kitchen, my phone rang.

Fan Sanqiao’s phone number.

"We will resume work early tomorrow morning. Director Chen is very anxious, but... I have nothing to do at work. I will continue to improve our 'digital medicine' project. Do you have anything to adjust?" Fan Sanqiao asked on the phone Asked about the arrangements for the “digital medicine” project.

"It's nothing... Let me think about it... Can our system's re-scanning function for X-rays, CT, MRI... and other examination results be enhanced?"

"Technically there is no problem, but... the investment in hardware facilities must be added, at least... 300,000 yuan. Your proficiency in the six skills of traditional Chinese medicine is already quite good. You must increase relevant efforts in these auxiliary medical treatments." Are you committed?" Fan Sanqiao was somewhat disapproving of what he said.

"That's true... However, as far as pulse counting is concerned, I seem to have reached a certain bottleneck. Let me tell you, when Chinese medicine technology has advanced to a certain level, it will be quite difficult to improve further. I believe Nie Yixiong and the others should have I have also had a similar experience in medicine. The time period when everyone enters the bottleneck period may be different. In the short term, I probably won’t be able to make much progress, and... I have been a little confused recently, my heart is not calm, and I am afraid of my pulse. There won't be any progress, so... if you can strengthen it, wouldn't the probability of misdiagnosis on my side be greatly reduced!"

"That's what happened... Then I'll give it a try and see how much room there is for improvement in software. By the way, I have to go to Chen Yueqing's house to pay New Year's greetings tomorrow night. Will you go?"

"Based on my true feelings, I don't really want to go. If you think it's boring to be alone, I have nothing to do anyway, so I'll accompany you there. In fact, he has always been quite tolerant of me."

"Then don't force it. I have nothing to say to him. It's just a courtesy. Just sit down and I'll leave."

"Okay, let me know if I have any questions!"

"Let's talk again!" After saying that, Fan Sanqiao hung up the phone.