Practicing business and practicing medicine

Dr. Yue and Bian Mu have always gotten along very well. We are usually very busy, and it is rare to get together to chat for a while. She originally wanted to treat Bian Mu to a cup of coffee or something, but inadvertently, she noticed that Bian Mu's face was very tired. , Dr. Yue couldn't help but feel a little distressed.

"Send you back to the place you rented?" Dr. Yue asked with a smile.

"Oh... you almost forgot if you didn't mention it. Turn left on the road ahead and I'll go to the Provincial People's Hospital." At this time, Bian Mu suddenly remembered Mr. Pan.

"Take a look by the way? Or do you need some related treatment? You have been tired all day, and you look a little worried on your face. How about another day!" Dr. Yue gave some kind words of advice.

"Right now... He is quite important to us... If it weren't for the discussion with Lu Yisi at noon, I wouldn't have thought about it at this moment. Mr. Pan was very ill. To tell you the truth, before! I just tried my best to extend his life. If I can survive for one more month, Fan Sanqiao and I will have more protection. Now... the follow-up treatment may be much better than I originally expected."

Upon hearing this, Dr. Yue couldn't help but his eyes lit up.

"Is there any new special medicine?" Dr. Yue asked casually.

"That's not true! It's just a new idea." Bian Mu responded with a light smile.

"Is it convenient to reveal something?" Dr. Yue asked habitually.

"Haha... It's not a technical secret. Strictly speaking, it is a relatively new treatment idea. In the future, I will most likely divide patients into three categories, corrupt patients, neutral patients, and good patients. I may use words. It's not very precise. I'll adjust it slowly in the future. In layman's terms, I would divide patients into three categories: bad people, neutral people, and good people. Let's talk about it in private! Mr. Pan belongs to the corrupt category."

"Ah?! Is there such a classification? I've never heard of it! You have to ensure that it is logically rigorous, right?" Dr. Yue was very surprised.

"To be honest, I can't care about that much now, but... I believe that the actual curative effect should be okay, and it may even be very significant."

"Really? That's pretty good. Besides me and Lu Yisi, who else have you communicated with?" Dr. Yue asked with a smile.

"The car in front has braked, pay attention!" Seeing the difference in the situation of the car in front, Bian Mu quickly reminded him.

Dr. Yue instinctively eased off the accelerator, tapped the brakes twice, and slowed down the car slightly.

"You may have misunderstood. Dr. Lu only inspired my academic associations. I barely mentioned this new theory to him. You may not know it yet, but he didn't like me very much. Later... I guess it was that After Li Yunhu's finger surgery, his attitude changed, right? I've always been wary of him!" Continuing the previous topic, Bian Mu continued to chat a few words.

"Really? He is quite arrogant. He doesn't take my father seriously at all! I don't have a good impression of him either. In other words, I am the only one who knows a little about your new theory?"

"Yes! Academic disputes are quite subtle, and I understand a little bit about them."

"That's good! You are sincere, and I'm worried that you will suffer a secret loss in this regard. Then... seize the time to improve it? Go back to Professor Mi and publish it as soon as possible! With your current level, you are definitely qualified to be promoted to associate professor. of."

"Okay! Take the time to go over it a few times later, yo! We're here, I'll just get off in front of the bus stop."

"I see you're a little out of sorts! How about... tell me your room number, and I'll park the car and go find you! Maybe I can give you a shot! Besides, when Mr. Pan is done with it, Why don’t I have to drive you back? Anyway, I’m at home doing some shopping.”

"How dare you, how dare you! Are you really okay?"

"A relative introduced me to someone, and I met her twice, but I didn't feel anything at all. If my mother sees me and goes back, she will definitely urge me to meet that person again." Dr. Yue responded with a smile.

"Which line of work?"

"In finance."

"Isn't that great?" Bian Muren said honestly, saying whatever he wanted.

"Hey! We have a lot of business on our hands and we are too busy! Why are we talking about him? Then I can store the car?"

"Okay! Area C of the special needs ward, small third floor, with elevator, south to north, ward 310."

"I'm familiar with that place, see you later!" After saying that, Bian Mu got out of the car, closed the door, and Dr. Yue drove away.

At the door of the special needs ward building, Bian Mu stood there and thought for a while, feeling that it would be better to wait for Dr. Yue to come over and go together.

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"Are you waiting for me specifically?" Doctor Yue greeted Bian Mu with a smile.

"It's just a chronic disease. It doesn't matter whether it's earlier or later. Please!"

"Why are you so polite to me? Let's go!" Dr. Yue walked into the building accompanied by Bian Mu and laughed.

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Mr. Pan is receiving guests. Looking at the profile, he is a middle-aged lady, resplendent with jewels and in great shape.

Mr. Pan was quite surprised that Bian Mu came suddenly. He was grateful for Dr. Bian's care. Mr. Pan felt warm in his heart. With a few polite words, Mr. Pan sent the female guest away directly.

The lady seemed to know who Bian Mu was. When she passed him by, the woman even bowed slightly to Bian Mu.

Bian Mu returned the courtesy and smiled at the woman very politely.

Afterwards, after introducing each other, the three of them took their seats respectively. Bian Mu briefly stated his purpose of coming, but he did not mention a word about the new treatment.

Taking the pulse, checking the tongue, asking about changes in diet and daily life... Bian Mu went through the usual procedures. This time, on the surface, it was not much different from before. However, Bian Mu had caught a few glimmers of hope in his heart.

"The pulse is divided into all things. Only by removing the symptoms and preserving the truth can you get the true pulse. The ancients did not bully others! Only then did I update the treatment concept in my heart. The pulse condition has undergone such a huge change. It seems... I am still far behind in diagnosing the pulse. !" Thinking of this, Bian Mu suddenly became filled with surprises.

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"Mr. Pan! Go back and ask them to prepare some sponge and sawdust for you, which is the kind of sawdust left over from carpentry. It is best to use pine wood. The sponge should be four to five centimeters thick. Let them compare it with the size of your feet. Just process it into something like an insole, and make a few more pairs for us to keep. Next time I come, the saw foam pad will be at the bottom, and a sponge pad will be placed on top to avoid rattling your feet. The drier the saw foam, the better." Bian Muxiao The relevant medical advice was taken.

Upon hearing this, a somewhat surprised look appeared on Mr. Pan's face.

"Doctor Bian! Am I feeling well? Or has my condition suddenly worsened?!" As he spoke, Mr. Pan's face became a little uncertain.

"Mr. Pan, please don't get me wrong. We recently discussed it and readjusted your treatment plan. If nothing unexpected happens, the corresponding symptoms should be relieved in about six weeks." Bian Mu explained with a smile. .

"Really?! That's great! Thank you, thank you!" Surprised, Mr. Pan quickly thanked him.

"You're welcome! I have gold needles on my body. Let's get two needles first." After that, Bianmu rang the pager to call a female nurse and asked her for a set of disinfection equipment.

Doctor Yue disinfected his hands and really slapped Bian Mu from the side.

With the help of Dr. Yue, Bian Mu found the "Fuliu point" near Mr. Pan's right ankle and used sterile gauze several times to twist it. It seemed that he was afraid that the point would secrete something dirty and support it in time. one time.