Practicing business and practicing medicine

Mr. Qi never dreamed that Bian Mu could be quite powerful at such a young age. Moreover, the special temperament revealed by Bian Mu's last words seemed very unfamiliar to him. Anyway, it was completely different from all the famous doctors he had come into contact with.

Vaguely, Mr. Qi suddenly realized that Bian Mu would develop very well in the future, and maybe he would be the only one in the world and become a master of his own! Or... hit the wall one after another, be ruined, and eventually disappear into the streets and fend for themselves.

"Haha... you are still young after all. The more you suffer, the more you will mature." Mr. Qi thought to himself.

"Doctor Bian, please relax. After all, Mr. Wang is also my junior. No matter which position I stand on, I will put his physical and mental health first." Mr. Qi responded with a smile.

"Mr. Xie Qi understands! I will go out to the clinic as usual in the afternoon. If you are in a hurry, then find a few people to accompany Mr. Wang to our clinic in the afternoon and condescend to visit."

"Okay, thank you, Doctor Bian!"

"You're welcome!"

Mr. Qi unintentionally settled a very heavy matter on his mind. Not to mention how relieved he was, he said a few polite words to Cao Yueyue, raised his neck, drank the red wine in the glass, greeted the three of them politely, and stood up to leave. Leave.

During the banquet, Bian Mu and Cao Yueyue had a serious discussion for a long time on specific issues such as "sound therapy" venues, related procedures, safety guarantees, etc. Gradually, Cao Yueyue looked at Bian Mu with admiration again. In her view, Come, Bian Mu suddenly becomes more majestic, and the man who is less than thirty years old actually becomes more and more like a master. Apart from being frightened, he looks at his brother from time to time, and Cao Yueyue suddenly feels a little sad. I feel like the Cao family has no successor, which makes me feel a bit unfortunate...

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At 15:30 in the afternoon, Mr. Qi entrusted his female assistant to take five very smart and capable male staff members to carefully transport the so-called Mr. Wang to the "Bian Clinic" in a high-end wheelchair.

Lying that Mr. Wang had registered yesterday, Bian Mu explained a few words to the waiting patients at the back and asked everyone to push Mr. Wang to a consultation table in the southeast corner and settle down.

Bian Mu asked the female assistant to stay while the others waited outside the clinic. Bian Mu had his own reasons for this arrangement.

Mr. Wang does have that kind of "man-female" appearance, with skin as white as snow and black hair as dyed with ink. If you look closely, you can easily find that the hair volume on Mr. Wang's head is gradually decreasing, and his vitality must have been severely damaged.

He has a high nose bridge, as straight as a mountain, deep eye sockets, big eyes and double eyelids, and a soft face with no edges. At first glance, he looks like a descendant of a family that has been scholarly for generations.

"The thoughts are scattered and swaying in the wind. If this is delayed for another year and a half, he will probably be able to lie down in bed. He will be less than thirty after a hundred years of life. How will he spend most of his life?!" Thinking of this Here, sadness suddenly arose, and Bian Mu felt very sympathetic to the talented man in front of him.

Mr. Wang seems to be a big man, at least 1.8 meters tall, and the leather shoes he wears are at least size 44, which is typical of a man with big feet.

"Mr. Wang! I have to check the 'Fuliu point' near your ankle. No matter what happens later, you don't have to be nervous. I will handle it myself." Bian Mu explained with a smile to Mr. Wang.

With a tired look on his face, Mr. Wang straightened his back and straightened his back, and immediately responded: "Doctor Bian is tired! It depends on the outcome of the treatment. Speaking of which... I also brought the blame on myself..."

"Don't say that! You are so young! Happy days are still to come!" As he spoke, Mu went to the medicine cabinet next to him and found a small purple porcelain bottle, four to five centimeters high and 2 centimeters wide, specially used for traditional Chinese medicine. Open the lid and set it aside.

Bian Mu handed the small porcelain bottle to the female assistant. The woman seemed to be a very capable person. With her helping him, Bian Mu would not be in a hurry later.

"If Mr. Wang suddenly faints later, don't panic. Gently hold the back of his head with your left hand. Just put this small porcelain bottle gently under his nose. As long as he can smell it, this person will faint. Your head tends to feel heavy, so you have to be mentally prepared to avoid worrying if you can't hold it up later." Lowering his voice, Bian Mu whispered a few words.

The female assistant felt relieved and nodded slightly, indicating that she should be able to handle it.

Bian Mu smiled at the female assistant, squatted down and adjusted the waist of the socks on Mr. Wang's feet, identified the "Fuliu point", put the index and middle fingers of his right hand together and gently placed them on the "Fuliu point" Exploring for a while.

Later, Bian Mu gave Mr. Wang a "Taixi pulse"...

The female assistant reacted very quickly. Naturally, she knew very well how important Engineer Wang was within the company. After what Bian Mu said, she was afraid that she might not be able to defeat Wang just by relying on the strength of her left arm. She wanted to take good care of Mr. Wang's head, so she walked behind the wheelchair and stood behind Mr. Wang. If something unexpected happened later, she could use the power of the backrest of the wheelchair to take care of Mr. Wang.

After pondering for a while, Bian Mu reached out and removed all Mr. Wang's shoes and socks, and once again established the "Fu Yang Vein" on the insteps of his feet...

"Good guy! I can barely feel my pulse... Okay, it's up... His pulse is so heavy?! It's as thin as silk... If he works hard for a while, won't he develop a 'dead pulse'?! That one Mr. Qi may look gentle and elegant on the outside, but he might be quite ruthless in his heart. In this regard, he might have a lesson with Luo Jiaming and Chen Yue!" Thinking of this, Bian Mu couldn't help but feel a little resentful.

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"The illness is quite serious. Fortunately, he met me. It is considered a blessing for him!" Thinking of this, Bian Mu got up and found a pair of protective pads for Mr. Wang to cover his feet to avoid getting injured again. cold.

Suddenly, Bian Mu turned his hands into claws to hold the "Fu Liu Point" near Mr. Wang's feet in the palm of his hand, and slowly increased the clamping force...

Okay! Before Bian Mu exerted much force, Mr. Wang tilted his head and fainted...

Bian Mu was confident in his heart. He didn't panic or rush, and continued to crouch on the ground. The grip of his hands gradually loosened. He had to explore the changes in Mr. Wang's bloodline. He couldn't separate himself at the moment. At the same time, Bian Mu Mu looked up at the female assistant.

good! The female assistant was well prepared. At this time, she had gently leaned Mr. Wang's head in her arms, gently supporting it with her left hand, and gently placing the small purple porcelain bottle under Mr. Wang's nose with her right hand. Its natural adsorption...

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About three minutes later, Mr. Wang gradually regained consciousness.

Strangely, the female assistant was surprised to find that Mr. Wang, who was seriously ill, had a somewhat rosy complexion on his face.

"It's okay! Give me the porcelain bottle! This medicine is too strong. If he smells it too much, it will be harmful." As he spoke, Bian Mu stood up and put away the small purple porcelain bottle.

The female assistant was very discerning. After obtaining Bian Mu's consent, she squatted at Mr. Wang's feet and put his shoes and socks back on for him.

Seeing that the female assistant was so considerate and sensible, Bian Mu couldn't help but look at her twice and said nothing.