Practicing business and practicing medicine

The sister of the person with facial injuries looked to be in her early 30s, about 167 or 68 meters tall, with short ear-length hair, dark and shiny hair, typical eyebrows, single eyelids, typical crescent-shaped eyes, and a slightly bridged nose. Some are upturned, revealing a lively and playful temperament.

The clothes she wears are quite exquisite, and they look genuine at first glance. However, the style is not trendy. It can be seen that his sister does not usually spend a lot of time on fashionable clothes and cosmetics.

"She looks very happy, why is Mr. Huo so afraid of her?! It's so strange..." Bian Mu couldn't help but thought to himself.

Inspired by the old village doctor surnamed Mi in Zhangwang Village, Dongsheng Township, and under the guidance of Huang Boxi, Bian Mu also trial-produced some "colorful medicine ropes". In layman's terms, they are multi-color medicine ropes, which are limited to equipment and pharmaceutical processes. Mu can currently only master the "Four Colors and Five Levels of Medicine". Even so, it is more than enough to deal with common illnesses.

According to the traditional Chinese medicine dictionary, a skilled pharmacist can make this kind of medicinal rope into seven colors and nine layers, which can stop bleeding, analgesia, reduce inflammation, remove paralysis, remove decay, promote muscle growth, relax muscles and activate blood circulation... It is unfolded in layers, and the medicinal power is gradually The layer works, the cost is not high, but the therapeutic effect is very gratifying.

Free time is limited. To this day, Bian Mu has not been able to figure out the medical logic involved. If he has a lot of free time in the future, he plans to either buy or borrow some medical facilities to study and study. At the very least, this kind of He had to figure out what kind of medical logic the medicine rope was based on. Maybe one day he would bump into the God of Wealth if he wasn't careful.

Taking out a box of self-dispensing ropes from the medicine cabinet, Bian Mu began to change the dressing for the patient with facial injuries.

"Doctor Bian! We know that you are an expert in medicine, but... my brother's wound never seems to last forever... Are you really sure? There will be no scars in the end?" The injured person's sister didn't intend to say anything. Seeing that Bian Mu's method of changing dressings was quite good, he couldn't help but said a few more words.

Bian Mu guessed that the two siblings in front of him should have taken a lot of money from Mr. Huo. At least, as of today, they have no intention of delving into the matter.

"Some things are best discussed in the open. At that time, I went to visit a colleague and happened to encounter him. Because it was a sharp injury, and... the angle at which the perpetrator exerted his force was very weird, which directly caused the internal wound on your brother's face. It becomes quite complicated. If this kind of sustained-release treatment is carried out for more than 12 hours, the 'herringbone' on your brother's face will definitely only recover as a bump. It is estimated that it will take about two months. Right! That's it! The two directions will grow into the shape of earthworms. No matter how good the ointment is, they will never be able to return to their original appearance in this life." At this point, Bian Mu has already tied the medicine rope, and the outermost part is still attached. A few strips of non-marking medicinal tape.

Walking to the disposal table, Bian Mu used a pair of medical tweezers to pick up the replaced medical waste and handed it to the injured sister's eyes.

"Can you see it? Try it from the side and try again... What do you see?" Facing the sun, he adjusted the angle of the tweezers a few times and gave a few reminders.

"Sparkling? What is that?" the injured sister asked in surprise.

"Glass shards, the murder weapon... Just the residue from the wine bottle. If it weren't for the repeated use of special Chinese patent medicines, these residues that are difficult to distinguish with the naked eye would have completely grown into the flesh. Do you understand? From now on, on rainy days, you The wound on my brother's face will feel uncomfortable. This condition will continue until he is about 70 years old. As the human nervous system continues to degenerate, he will completely get rid of that discomfort." After that, he stepped on it and it was for medical use. He opened the lid of the trash can lightly, turned his wrist slightly, and threw the medical waste on his hand into the trash can.

"Oh... I understand... Can you understand it this way... As long as there is even a tiny bit of glass residue left deep in the wound, you will continue to use the medicine until it meets your medical standards, and then you will switch to other proprietary Chinese medicines. Only in this way, How can that herringbone wound be completely healed and leave no scars?" The injured person's sister's mind was still spinning quite quickly.

Nodding slightly, Bian Mu began to disinfect the steel needles, preparing to give the injured boy a few needles.

"Basic medical science is similar to what you imagine. However, the specific operation is actually quite complicated. As his sister, I must ask you to supervise me. All medical orders I give must be carried out to the letter, otherwise, in the future, The wound doesn't grow well, so people mistakenly think that my medical skills are not good!" As he spoke, Bian Mu inserted three filiform needles near the wound on the injured man's face, which were small and thin, like wheat awns.

"No, I will definitely keep an eye on him. He has been listening to me since he was a child. Don't worry about this!"

"That's good! I've already set the time on my phone. Please sit here and watch him while I go over and continue to treat other patients."

"Okay, you can do your work, thank you very much!"

"You're welcome! That's right!" After saying that, Bian Mu returned to the consultation table and continued to treat other waiting patients.

This patient is a young man, only five or six years older than Bian Mu. He looks very energetic, tall and strong, and at first glance he looks like the kind of handsome young man who works out regularly.

The discomfort in the waist and left shoulder blade has been treated elsewhere for less than half a year, but it has not been completely cured. The patient works in a power company, and sometimes he has to go out to work in the field. The waist and left shoulder blade are not completely cured. , it still caused certain obstacles to his work.

Bian Mu didn't take a pulse, but glanced at the young man for a long time.

"Have you ever practiced Sanda? Or free fighting or something?" Bian Mu asked casually.

"I've been practicing! I've been practicing since I was in the second grade of junior high school... I haven't stopped. What's wrong?"

"Nothing, just asking, where is Chuanwu?"

"Training martial arts is all just a show. It's a lie. Why should I practice that thing? It's a waste of time!" As he spoke, the young man had a look of disdain on his face and curled his lips, looking quite conceited.

"Really? Haven't you practiced for a day?"

"No! My dad has been practicing boxing. Since we were little, we have looked down on those who practice 'dance'. What I'm talking about is the 'dance' of dancing!"

"Haha... Then tell me the truth. Before you fell ill, it was only ten days and a half. Who did you have a conflict with? How did you act at that time? Tell the truth!" Suddenly, Bian Mu came. These few words.

"Conflict? You said fight... No... I have a serious and good unit, how can I just fight with others... Oh... That day, I went to the countryside with our section chief to inspect... But... the old man also Why didn't you do it to me...I don't know if it counts as attacking someone..."

As soon as these words came out, Bian Mu already understood six or seven points in his heart.

"Haha... come on! Let's go to the open space over there and do a live simulation." Without any explanation, Bian Mu got up and walked towards the middle of the outpatient hall, which is a spacious place.

The young patient was a little confused for a moment. Due to Bian Mu's increasingly famous reputation, he couldn't help but listen.

Confused, he walked to Bian Mu's side. The young patient stood there without knowing what to say.

Bian Mu moved his steps to stand opposite the young man, and the attack distance was just right.

"I attack, you can defend, you can stand still, no matter what happens next, just don't be afraid." Bian Mu smiled and warned a few words.

The young patient nodded slightly, indicating that he understood.

Suddenly, Bian Mu used a "Jade Dragon Cross-legged" kick move, attacking the young man's ankle and the inner part of his calf twice. It was as fast as lightning. It was too late for the young man to dodge... …