Practicing business and practicing medicine

After coming out of the inpatient department, Bian Mu found a secluded corner on the street and called Fan Sanqiao.

"I can't tell you on the phone. Can you come out easily? Let's chat while we eat."

"That's okay! Director Chen came here just now and chatted with me about related projects. He just left for a while. Where should we meet?" Fan Sanqiao asked on the phone.

"We often go to Tianyin Pavilion recently. The environment there is really nice and convenient for talking. Why don't we book a seat there!"

"Okay, I'll take care of the trivial matters at hand. You go over first and chat later." After that, Fan Sanqiao hung up the phone.

…

The meal has passed, and the seats in "Tianyin Pavilion" are not so tight. In addition, during the recent period, Bian Mu has frequently gathered with all kinds of people here. Several female managers in the lobby have already recognized him. After walking in, they chatted and laughed for a while, and the female manager on duty very politely placed Bian Mu in a private room at the east end of the second floor.

He has been busy lately, and Fan Sanqiao is not an outsider, so he plans to order some good dishes to replenish his meal.

Bian Mu was sitting in his seat studying the recipe. The door of the private room was open. Inadvertently, Bian Mu discovered that something seemed to be wrong in the bakery diagonally opposite.

After a while, Bian Mu watched a young waitress rush out of the room as fast as lightning, and then she saw a young man in a blue suit chasing after her.

"Look at this situation, there is most likely an accident in the private room. Drunk? Shocked? Faint?" Thinking of this, he put down the recipe in his hand and looked over there.

After a while, the female manager on duty downstairs in "Tianyin Pavilion" rushed into the private room where the accident happened, accompanied by two medical staff in white coats, a man and a woman. Looking at their clothes, Bian Mu guessed who It should be a colleague who runs a clinic nearby. No matter how lucky it is, the 120 emergency personnel will not be able to come so quickly.

I had the intention to go over and help, but then I thought, it would be better to do less than to do more. In the past two years, sometimes, you have had good intentions, but what is the result? In the end, it backfired and caused inexplicable trouble.

After receiving repeated education on the street, Bian Mu has become much more mature recently.

They probably called the 120 emergency number a long time ago. Life or death is a matter of life and death, let them take care of it!

"Drunken smoked reed chicken? It seems I haven't eaten it yet, give it a try! Wolong tastes gallbladder? This name looks fresh! Wolong is 80% made from prawn ingredients, gallbladder?! Sea urchin? Order one to try..." Putting away his distracting thoughts, Bian Mu sat there and ordered his meal with peace of mind, never looking diagonally across from him again.

Fan Sanqiao probably had a lot of chores at hand. Bian Mu almost drank up a pot of tea. He hadn't even shown his head yet. It was not good for his health to have an empty stomach. So Bian Mu reached out and planned to ring the bell to ask for service. Give me some biscuits, steamed buns, etc. to nourish your stomach first.

At this moment, he raised his eyes and saw the female manager on duty rushing towards Yajian where Bian Mu was waiting.

"Doctor Bian! There was an accident over there. The door-to-door clinic couldn't handle it. The bleeding couldn't stop. It's really scary. Before 120 arrives, could you please go over and take care of me? I know you are a great doctor. doctor."

"Let's go! Go and take a look!" Without saying a word, Bian Mu raised his legs and rushed out of the private room.

Suddenly, Bian Mu stopped, turned to the female manager on duty and said a few words: "I have already used the tea set over there, for safety reasons... It's best to trouble you to lock the door. Anyway, you have to intervene over there." If you don’t have any skills, just leave it to me.”

"Okay, okay! You are so attentive! Do it immediately!" After saying that, the female manager on duty turned around and entered the small private room that Bian Mu had set.

…

Oops! Diagonally opposite is a large private room with at least 12 guests seated at the large dining table. The person who had the accident was an old lady with silver-haired hair. At this moment, the old lady was lying peacefully on a makeshift emergency treatment "bed" made of dining chairs. His eyes were closed, his teeth were half clenched and half open, his face was already a little distorted, and blood was dripping from the corner of his mouth to the left. It seemed that it was really difficult to stop it for a while.

"Come! Give way! I am a doctor. You and the waiter will clear the table, yes! Just leave a space for the old lady to lie down, that one! What about you! The tallest man, you can Turning the tablecloth over, yes, is equivalent to folding it in half. It’s nothing serious, old lady. Don’t be nervous! I dare to make this assertion, and I have my own reasons. Nonsense! If something really happens, I will definitely be responsible. You can stop talking nonsense. Get out!" At first, there was some confusion in the room, but after the explanation, after Bian Mu's bluff, the private room suddenly became unusually quiet.

In the past six months, Bian Mu's temperament has changed quite obviously. His face has become tigerish, his eyes have widened, and his Dantian has become angry. In most situations, he can still hold his own.

Instructing everyone, Bian Mu helped move the old lady who had been involved in the accident to the dining table and lay down again.

"Give me a pair of clean chopsticks and some clean napkins." While giving the instruction, Mu stretched out his left hand, put his index and middle fingers together and took a pulse at the old lady's carotid artery.

Immediately after taking his hand, Bian Mu unscrewed a bottle of high-strength liquor. If it was genuine, the market price of this bottle would be at least three to four thousand. Using the wine as a substitute for disinfectant, Bian Mu turned the bottle downward and simply cleaned his right hand. After a while, this can be considered disinfected.

He stretched out his right hand and gently opened the old lady's eyelids a few times...

With everyone looking in astonishment, Bian Mu reached out and took out a box of silver needles from the inner pocket of his jacket, and then took out a disposable lighter. Bian Mu killed the medium-sized silver needle he picked and looked at the tip of his nose on the left side of his face. At the next acupuncture point, Bian Mu used his hand to "bounce" a needle and slowly inserted it. Bian Mu looked at it without any panic at all.

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After the injection, Bian Mu straightened up and stared at the old lady's carotid artery for a few times. Strangely enough, within a minute after that, the bleeding had stopped.

Only then did the onlookers realize that the young and handsome male doctor in front of them turned out to be a master of traditional Chinese medicine.

"Give me the chopsticks." As he spoke, Bian Mu continued to use the opened bottle of white wine to simply "sterilize" his hands and chopsticks. The napkin was of first-class quality, and Bian Mu skillfully wrapped it around the surface of the chopsticks for a few seconds. First of all, the technique is not ordinary at first glance. In fact, it is a special enjoyment to watch Bian Mu do it.

Bian Mu stretched out his left hand to pinch an acupuncture point on the left shoulder of the old lady who had suffered the accident a few times. Miraculously, the old lady's lips began to open slightly, and Bian Mu gently inserted the chopsticks wrapped in napkins in time. The wife gently pried a few times in her mouth...

Using his left hand to pinch the acupuncture points and his right hand to move his upper and lower jaws, Bian Mu's first aid operations looked very coordinated...

That’s it, the old lady bit her chopsticks instinctively.

"Which one is closest to the old lady? Please come forward and tell me quickly, what has the old lady been eating? She is at least ninety years old, right? No one is helping to keep an eye on her while she is eating?" As he spoke, Bian Mu looked around a few times.