Practicing business and practicing medicine

Qi Yuewei's uncle was an honest and straightforward person, and he got to the point without a few words of conversation.

"We often talk about you, haha... Doctor Bian is young and promising, but his steps are a bit slow. Xiao Wei asked me to advise you, you might as well move forward boldly and break into a new world while you are young!"

"You've always done me a favor! Don't tell lies in front of real people. On the surface, I seem to walk like a woman with small feet... forward-looking and slow. In fact... it's really not like that. You always know that, there are many Chinese medicine practitioners In fact, the orthodox leaders in the world have always been disdainful of academic doctors like us. At first, I didn’t understand it very well, thinking that we just lacked clinical experience. Later... I came into contact with some colleagues of all kinds in the industry, especially That granddaughter of Mr. Nie... I gradually realized that I had many misunderstandings about traditional Chinese medicine. The so-called medical skills I had mastered were actually very complex. Invisibly, the medical skills were somewhat deviated from their original standards, and they were mixed but not refined. Being proficient but not knowledgeable, being knowledgeable but not being knowledgeable... As a result, the younger generation will not dare to act rashly." Bian Mu is a very honest person, so naturally he will say whatever he wants.

"Haha...you are indeed a bit special! Our Xiaowei always praises us in front of us. You are a young man! It is right to walk more steadily. Listening to what you just said, your steps are more than solid. It can be described as "solid", and it should be, but... contemporary hospitals are developing extremely rapidly, with new theories, new drugs, new medical technologies... It can be said that they are changing with each passing day. If you move forward at your current pace, maybe One day we will be eliminated halfway through the process! So... sometimes, we might as well consider a reasonable balance, fast forward and fast development, and hand over some non-intellectual and non-genius tasks to more mediocre colleagues. Okay, you There’s no need to spend all day in the clinic with a bunch of ordinary patients! Right?”

"The lesson from my predecessors is that I should hire a few helpers, for example, hire a nurse and an assistant. The development of the clinic should take a step towards a 'Chinese Medical Clinic'." Bian Mu took a step forward sincerely. .

"That's right! I'm in the business of making medical devices, and medical devices related to traditional Chinese medicine account for very little. After you and I reach an agreement to cooperate, things may change a lot." Qi Yuewei's uncle smiled and explained what he had done today. One of the reasons for coming.

"Understood! However, for now, most of the medical equipment I use in traditional Chinese medicine are homemade and can be used. There should be no problem if we reached an agreement before. What I'm worried about is...except for me, it seems that No one in Lijin really needs those equipment. When the time comes, if the output cannot be increased, you will definitely lose money." Bian Mu responded with a smile.

"That's not necessarily the case..." At this moment, Mr. Huo was already standing at the corner of the podium and began to give a speech.

Out of politeness, Qi Yuewei's uncle stopped talking, smiled, and pointed to the stage.

Bian Mu understood and naturally stopped talking.

Mr. Huo was very talkative, and had a very solid foundation in Chinese studies. He quoted from classics, but he talked for a while.

Pricking up his ears, Bian Mu listened very carefully. In his opinion, Mr. Huo co-organized this grand event with a Mr. Xue today. Mr. Xue was also the actual controller of the "Yuhua" Hotel. people.

After sorting out the main line of logic in his mind, Bian Mu decided that Mr. Huo hoped that colleagues in the industry would pool their wisdom on core algorithms and jointly explore a relatively new and feasible theoretical framework.

Bian Mu was naturally an outsider. Based on his intuition, he felt that Mr. Huo's demands were too high. He was afraid that his work today would be in vain and he would not gain much.

After Mr. Huo, Mr. Xue delivered a brief speech. Then, a female expert with white hair came on stage and began to speak. Bian Mu reluctantly listened for a while and felt that what the female expert said was all principled. The problem is that there doesn’t seem to be much newness in terms of technology.

"Xiao Bian! It sounds a little boring! How about... let's go upstairs and find a place to have a good chat?" Qi Yuewei's uncle suggested with a smile.

"Okay, which floor is suitable?"

"Floor 7, Room 706, we used to often meet with friends there." Qi Yuewei's uncle responded with a smile.

"Okay! I'll tell Mr. Fan a few words and then go." Bian Mu responded with a smile.

"Then let's go upstairs and wait." After that, Qi Yuewei accompanied her uncle upstairs.

Looking back, Bian Mu asked Fan Sanqiao: "Mr. Pan should have arrived by now. He has prepared a luxury nanny car outside the west gate of the hotel. Should you get in the car and negotiate with him first, or should you listen here?" Listen to the speech, and after that, let’s go over and talk to him together?”

"It's not because of you that I don't bother to talk to him. His reputation is really not that good. Besides, I really have nothing to say to that kind of person. It would be awkward for us to go over there. There is food and drink here. Let me listen to what they have to say first. What whimsical ideas, alas! This so-called grand event is most likely here to build relationships and do business. People are not willing to tell the truth about anything that is really valuable in academic terms. Looking at this attitude, Mr. Huo is afraid that it is all for nothing. A lot of money was paid." As he spoke, Fan Sanqiao looked around.

"You are an expert and can tell the truth from lies. I won't stay with you here. I'll go up and deal with it first. We'll go meet Mr. Pan later."

"Go ahead! Listen more and talk less."

"Easy to say!" After saying that, Bian Mu stood up and walked towards the elevator.

When he was about to reach the elevator entrance on the far left, Bian Mu suddenly remembered the nanny named Zhu. So, he found a secluded place nearby, took out his mobile phone, and called the nanny named Zhu and entrusted her to... She went up to Yue's school to pick up local products.

"No problem! There aren't any big changes in 'Guananzai', right?" He kept the stock market in mind, and the nanny surnamed Zhu was very attentive when it came to stock trading.

"as always."

"That's good, I'll watch it every day! I feel like I can make a lot of money this year!"

"Just keep a normal mind! Don't buy it easily!" Bian Mu gave a few special instructions on the other end of the phone.

"No, I've always been very careful."

"I have something else to do, please come over and thank you!"

"That's nothing! Let's talk later!" After saying that, the female nanny named Zhu hung up the phone.

In Room 706, Bian Mu accompanied Qi Yuewei's uncle for an in-depth discussion. Bian Mu gradually realized that the elder in front of him was actually thinking about using Bian Mu's various medical skills and medical experience to help him improve several best-selling models. Physiotherapy equipment, as for how contemporary Chinese medicine and pharmacy develop, he has no interest at all.

After going back and forth, the two of them chatted a little absent-mindedly.

At this moment, a young waitress rushed in.

"Doctor Bian! There is an old gentleman downstairs who suddenly went into shock. They asked me to come over and ask you to come down and take a look. Is that convenient?"

"Really? Then I'll go down right now." After saying that, he waved to Qi Yuewei and Uncle Qi Yuewei, and Bian Mu followed the waitress and took the emergency elevator downstairs to visit the patient who was suffering from an acute illness.

…

He looked seventy-six-year-old, with his teeth clenched and his eyes slightly closed. The old man had no heartbeat at this moment.

Bian Mu directed several waiters to spread the tablecloth on the floor, and they worked together to carefully lay the old man down on the clean tablecloth. In a high-end hotel, you would not catch a cold while lying on the floor.

"Please bring me a pair of chopsticks. Also, find some clean napkins or disposable towels. If you have alcohol, bring it with you." Bian Mu casually ordered.

After agreeing, two of the waiters ran away.

"The old man's tongue has lost 70% to 80% of its basic functions. If he is not rescued in time, he will suffocate and die." Bian Mu couldn't help but feel anxious.