Practicing business and practicing medicine

Ever since he graduated to practice medicine, Bian Mu has occasionally been approached by classmates from various academic levels to borrow money. The amount is not large, and he borrows money and pays it back. As usual, Bian Mu is kind and always welcomes anyone who comes to him as long as he opens his mouth. Never push for it.

That rainy afternoon, Bian Mu took the risk to rescue Qi Yuewei from the wading vehicle, and the glorious image immediately spread across the Internet...

Treating Li Yunhu's bone injury, Bian Mu, as a young and famous doctor, once again became the focus of attention on the Internet...

Since then, Bian Mu's fame has gradually spread among classmates at all levels of school...

From time to time, students from all levels of school did borrow money from Bian Mu, both boys and girls. However, the amount was not very large, never exceeding 10,000 yuan. Bian Mu almost never borrowed money from people, and students occasionally borrowed money from Bian Mu. I borrowed some money from him in an emergency and paid him back quickly afterwards.

Lin Yueran suddenly asked to borrow money from him, and it was related to the down payment of a house in Beiqi. No need to ask, it was at least 10,000 yuan! In Bian Mu's impression, Lin Yueran was indeed much thicker-skinned than other classmates. As long as he could achieve his various goals, he could talk to anyone.

When he was in college, Bian Mu had always felt that Lin Yueran didn't look like a doctor. When he heard what he said today, he confirmed his prediction that the boy couldn't endure the hardships of a professional doctor.

"Whatever! I borrowed money from my classmates to raise the down payment, but he can't think of it! Oh..." Bian Mu didn't think much, put down the phone, went to the bathroom and took a shower.

After all, she still felt a little uneasy. Before going to bed, Bian Mu opened her laptop and went online, clicked on the stock trading software, and repeatedly checked the trend of the "Guananzai" stock...

"Lei Xueming's name has spread to Lin Yueran's ears... It seems that his ability to organize things is getting better and better day by day! A great person?! Let's hype it up! But... it's okay, Lei Xueming Just like a catfish that is very capable of tossing, it is hard to say whether it can develop a new special medicine that is cheap and high-quality. After a figure like him jumping up and down, it is certain that 'Gua Nanzai' will not be able to stand still in the original price range. Recently, The capital side has been too quiet these days! This is not in line with Lei Xueming's style! Could it be...repeated washes?! Multiple consolidations have 'spent' all the small retail investors out? Wait and see, In addition... the amount of money we invested is a bit large, so we don't dare to be careless! That guy Lei Xueming is so bold. If something goes wrong in the middle and he is suddenly taken away for investigation by the relevant departments... As soon as the negative news comes out, the stock price will rise. A few bottom-down versions... Then I won't be miserable! Damn! I'm blindly optimistic!" Thinking of this, Bian Mu's back started to sweat.

Deliberately smoking a cigarette to calm down his nervousness, and looking around for a few times, Bian Mu realized that he had stopped smoking for some time.

never mind! In the civilized era, there has long been a consensus that smoking is harmful to others and not beneficial to oneself, so don’t pick up something you’ve already given up.

The calculation chip was at hand, and out of boredom, Bian Mu picked up a metal calculation chip and played with it for a while...

"Zhao Xicheng has been developing well overseas, so why did he suddenly decide to move to the domestic market? Could it be that... with their kind of appetite, the Chinese Medical Center only makes a few dollars a year! Health care products have basically passed their prime. The health care equipment market has been silent for many years... What else can he bother with?! Do Chinese patent medicines count? Miraculous Chinese patent medicines should count, right? Famous and premium special Chinese patent medicines? It's possible... If that's the case... The market has been saturated for several years. If they don't come up with some new ideas, how can they make huge profits?! The popularity of AI technology is enough to prove that Zhao Xicheng's ability to accept new things is far superior to that of other famous doctors... Then ... There are naturally not a few elites like Zhao Xicheng in the stock market, so... if everyone is eyeing the same stock at the same time..." Thinking of this, Bian Mu felt much calmer in his heart.

In Bian Mu's view, good stocks are nothing more than "correct expectations." There is a high probability that Lei Xueming's catfish will play a positive role. Although that guy often misses the mark, I don't believe he dares to take risks. If you get involved easily, then... what if smart people like Zhao Xicheng get involved? !

After thinking about it, Bian Mu finally decided that "Gua Nanzai" should have a chance. To say the least, there was a high probability that he would not end up losing all his money.

After adjusting his mentality, Bian Mu checked the water, electricity and other switches, and went to the master bedroom to rest peacefully.

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The next morning, at about ten o'clock, the so-called friend introduced by Dao Tiao Lian came to see a doctor. He was quite capable. The first time he came, he actually gave the number 22.

"We are all friends, and the registration fee is not cheap. I asked Nurse Ye to refund it to you when I leave. If you feel uncomfortable in the future, you are welcome to come over and sit for a while." As he spoke, Bian Mu looked at it. The male patient in front of me.

Mr. Zhang should usually pay more attention to maintenance. At first glance, he does not look like he is 28 years old. His skin is fair, with no wrinkles on his facial features. His nose is straight and his mouth is wide. His eyebrows are very thick. His beard is quite obvious. At first glance, He is the kind of family heir with relatively strong blood.

Mr. Zhang is quite handsome, and his starry eyes appear smart and energetic, giving people the impression that he is diligent in thinking and loves to read.

As the weather gets warmer, Mr. Zhang still wears a baseball cap. In Bian Mu’s impression, professional photographers seem to have similar habits.

"Mr. Zhang! If you don't mind, please take off your hat and let me take a look." Bian Mu has been improving recently, and he seems to have seen some clues.

Upon hearing this, a slightly embarrassed look suddenly appeared on Mr. Zhang's face.

"It doesn't matter! If you find it inconvenient, we might as well go to the examination room and sit there." Bian Mu insisted on checking the situation on the top of Mr. Zhang's head.

"Actually, it's nothing. We're all our own people. Besides, I'm not even thirty yet, so sooner or later I'll have to face all the troubles on my head." He responded with a smile, and Mr. Zhang generously put on his baseball cap. Picked it off.

Bian Mu got up and stepped forward to check carefully. Then he put on a pair of disposable PE gloves and brushed aside Mr. Zhang's long hair to check carefully for a long time.

"Okay, please put on your hat and come on! Take a pulse."

Mr. Zhang's figure is slightly thin. I don't know whether it is because he has been like this since he was a child, or because he has been eating poorly recently. When Bian Mu took his pulse, he found that his pulse at such a young age was as soft as a trickle...

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Compared with other patients, Bian Mu spent at least five minutes longer taking the pulse this time.

"Mr. Zhang, I will do a few demonstration movements. Please follow me and do them again. During the exercise, if you feel uncomfortable anywhere, you must tell me immediately if you feel uncomfortable as long as it is different from normal living conditions!" , Bian Mu stood up and walked to the side to do a few inspection actions such as stretching his limbs, expanding his chest, stretching his back...

Mr. Zhang followed suit and did it a few times simultaneously...

When Bian Mu reached the sixth movement, Mr. Zhang couldn't keep up with the rhythm.

"Does the back of your heart hurt like a needle pricking you?" Bian Mu kindly stepped forward to help him and asked casually.

"Doctor Bian really deserves his reputation. I can hide nothing from you." With a low voice of approval, Mr. Zhang bent over and crawled a few steps back to sit down at the consultation table.

Smiling slightly, Bian Mu seemed to have guessed something.