Practicing business and practicing medicine

After breaking up with Bian Mu, Huang Boxi walked all the way back home. On the way, he met many acquaintances who greeted him, but he just waved and smiled and passed by. Everyone who was anxious thought that he had encountered something. It's urgent.

As soon as he entered the house, Huang Boxi went straight to the small study room and looked around anxiously for the "Dream of Red Mansions" at home. Huang Boxi has always had a good reading habit. The bookcases at home were made by a good carpenter in the village, and were made along three sides of the wall. , there are a lot of books piled up inside and outside, and the tumbling around makes a lot of noise.

"Tell me the title of the book and I'll help you find it. I'll see how anxious you are!" Huang Boxi's wife heard the sound and ran after him, sorting out the scattered books on the desk.

"Where's our set of "Dream of Red Mansions"?"

""A Dream of Red Mansions"?! Let me think about it... It seems that Lao Zhang took it away, right? It's the old man in charge of the pharmacy of the Provincial Intermediate Hospital, that's right! He borrowed it during the Chinese New Year, saying that our version is old, The bookstore doesn’t have to sell it.”

"Old Zhang! If you don't borrow it early, you won't borrow it later, but at this juncture...forget it! I'll go look for it on the street!" Without any explanation, Huang Boxi left his wife there, and Huang Boxi went straight out to look for books on the street.

"Hey... why are you so anxious! What kind of problem is this?!" Huang Boxi's wife greeted him loudly. She really didn't understand what kind of thing the old man had. When he turned around, the old lady stood in categories. There he began to put the messed up books back into place one by one.

Huang Boxi is a street celebrity. Almost half of the merchants in the commercial street at the north gate of the community know him. He remembers that there is a bookstore above "Ma's Hot Pot". The owner should be named Xue, a retired cadre. The old man opened the bookstore purely to relieve his boredom. , don’t expect it to make money at all.

"Ouch! You are a rare visitor! Please sit down quickly! Pinpin, my Mingqian Maojian." Seeing Huang Boxi come in, the bookstore owner quickly stood up and greeted him.

"Thank you! Do you still have "Dream of Red Mansions"?"

"That's natural! Wait a minute!" After saying that, the bookstore owner went to the bookshelf and took out a new set of "A Dream of Red Mansions", a set of two volumes, hardcover.

Not being polite, Huang Boxi stood there and started to look through the catalog. He opened the 12th chapter with his fingers and started to read eagerly...

"Don't stand there! Please come over here!" As he spoke, the bookstore owner very politely moved Huang Bo's wedding gift to the small sofa.

"Oh...um...what a bother!" Without even raising his head to look at it, he dealt with it casually. Huang Boxi sat on the sofa and continued to study about "...asking for medical treatment in various ways, such as cinnamon, aconite, turtle shell, etc." , Ophiopogon japonicus, Polygonatum odorifera and other medicines, even after taking dozens of kilograms, there was no movement..." Those words.

Seeing that Huang Boxi was so focused on studying, the bookstore owner naturally didn't want to disturb him. He took a disposable tea cup and made him a cup of good tea and placed it on the small coffee table next to him.

"'Dushen Decoction'... Damn! That's just adding fuel to the fire! Xiaobian is really messing around. No matter how bad Ouyang Ziye is, his condition is too far different from that of this prodigal son... But... as far as the cause and severity of the disease are concerned, In other words, especially the source of the disease...but it is also a homogeneous disease...There is a profound reason for Xiaobian's sudden fire in the past two years...This guy usually studies to this extent in reading...No wonder..." While trying to figure it out, Huang Boxi continued Look down.

"...The lame Taoist came to transform the fast... and pick it up after three days? It was an emergency at first, but it has developed into a chronic disease. Even if it is a metaphor, three days is not enough?! Cao Xueqin is a person who spends his life writing books. How many deletions have he made? It took a lot of effort to change it several times. Since he wrote it as 'three days', he must have his own specialties... Could it be that he was following the path of 'acute treatment of chronic diseases'..." After pondering for a long time, Huang Boxi realized that Bian Mu was quite extraordinary.

Invisibly, Huang Boxi's excellent medical skills that he had painstakingly honed back then gradually recovered to a considerable extent...

"Why use fire? Attack the mirror with fire? To dispel the evil... I understand! What the so-called lame Taoist sent should be a Han mirror. Han mirrors have always been said to 'capture the soul and condense the soul'... The soul is close to the mind. ...lost concentration...concentrated again...Oh...I see! It seems that I have to prepare some good amber for Ouyang Ziye, but don't ask Bian Mu for these things from me in two days. It would be a shame not to go there." Thinking of this, Huang Boxi's frown gradually relaxed.

"This isn't Mingqian Tea Maojian, it's just an ordinary green tea with a slightly better quality. I'm a straightforward person, so don't mind it!" Huang Boxi said with a smile as he just sniffed it with the tip of his nose and didn't take a sip.

"Hahaha... I've been fooled! You are always called the Medicine Fairy, and the same applies to tea and medicine. You can tell whether it is true or false just by smelling it. I took it!"

"You have such a broad mind, and you will definitely live a long life in the future! By the way, this version is not up to par, and it doesn't look good. Do you have a better version here?"

"You want?"

"Yes! I usually turn a few pages when I have nothing to do."

"There's no one buying the higher version here. If you want it... I'll reserve a set for you? With annotations."

"Okay! I'm done! Let me pay a deposit first!"

"Look what you said, neighbors, how can I collect your deposit? I will do my best, since you are not short of money anyway, I will try my best to get you the best set."

"Okay! Maybe I will ask for one or two more sets by then! As long as the books are good enough."

"That's no problem!"

"Then you are busy first, I won't disturb you anymore! Call me later!" After that, he pulled out a blank note and Huang Boxi wrote his contact information on it.

“I will contact you as soon as the goods arrive!”

"Thank you!" After saying that, Huang Boxi stood up to say goodbye and went down the stairs to the commercial street.

After walking a few steps, Huang Boxi took out his mobile phone and called an old friend at the "Ningguo Temple" medicinal materials market, asking him to try his best to get the best amber.

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After taking some time to eat, Bian Mu had no interest in taking a taxi back to the Wu family's old house, so he hailed a taxi on the roadside and went directly back to the clinic.

As always, Fan Sanqiao works overtime in the company, and Mr. Pan values ​​​​profits. The new company has just been established, and Fan Sanqiao has to work hard to earn some money. Otherwise, when Mr. Pan gradually recovers in the future, he may turn his back and kick him out. People.

Li Yunhu has been getting along very well with Man Hongyun recently, and sometimes he doesn't go back to the clinic at noon. No, no one is upstairs at this time.

Fortunately, Bian Mu was still quiet.

Zheng Babai made a cup of fragrant tea. Considering that Uncle Yang, the owner of the "Hua Tian Ghost Market", might be taking a lunch break at the moment, Bian Mu didn't have the nerve to call and disturb the old man, so he edited a text message and sent it to the old man.

In less than five minutes, Uncle Yang called back.

"Why do you suddenly want to buy a Han mirror?" Uncle Yang asked on the phone.

"You haven't taken a nap yet? Did I disturb you?"

"Hi! I'm one of my own, why bother? I collected a batch of bracelets this morning. It's half true and half false. When you sent the message, I was greeting my apprentices to sort the bracelets there!"

"Oh! Are there any good ones?"

"I didn't look at it, what? How many strings can I get for you?" Uncle Yang asked with a smile on the other end of the phone.

"If there are any good ones, please leave a few strings. Speaking of which, I am quite unfilial. My mother is short of wood and should have worn a decent bracelet. My father doesn't care. I can use any material. Just get a bunch of them. Also, I often ask my friends for help, so I plan to keep some good bracelets on hand to give away.”

"No problem! I'll keep it for you if we encounter it. What's going on with the Han mirror?"

"In our line of work, 'inspection', 'smell', 'questioning', and 'cutting' are considered the four internal diagnoses. In addition, there are four external diagnoses, six external diagnoses and eight external diagnoses. The so-called external diagnosis is In addition, auxiliary diagnostic equipment has been added, such as ancient mirrors from the Han Dynasty. Sometimes, when encountering special patients, we have to use that thing to 'contemplate the gods'. I only heard about it before, but recently I accidentally learned that the legendary Wai Si The diagnosis is correct, and it is still in accordance with the current regulations, so it needs a Hanjing. If it does not comply with the regulations of the relevant departments, I can temporarily borrow it for a month." On the phone, Bian Mu patiently explained for a long time.

Upon hearing this, Uncle Yang became happy on the other end of the phone.