Practicing business and practicing medicine

The private room door was not closed tightly, and there was not much noise inside. Bian Mu listened to an elderly man with a hoarse voice describing Fang Yiqin's current situation.

"Have you heard? There has been a lot of quarrel between the old Fang family and the old Chen family recently."

"The company's personnel and financial power, right?" The male voice who responded was accompanied by a few coughs from time to time.

As he rubbed his ears, he heard that the man who answered had been suffering from cold for some time, and the degree was quite severe.

"Yes! Qi Shangqi said that Xiao Fang can only last about two months at most. I heard that he almost ran out of urine!" The old man with a hoarse voice let out a long sigh after saying this.

"Ah?! So fast? Why is Xiao Qi so unsatisfied this time?!" The coughing man seemed unprepared, and there was obvious surprise in his tone of voice.

"Lao Nie and Lao Cen don't care. It's not like you don't know Xiao Qi. He is a guy who can't afford to be early because he has no profit. He has been busy running for secretary-general recently. How can he care about Xiao Fang's life and death?" The old man with a hoarse voice said He seems to know a lot of things.

"Is Xiao Fang's surname Fang or Chen? He's been sneaking around all day long, but what happened? He made a fool of himself."

"Hey! He has been like this since he was a child. He was always generous and generous, but he had to turn around to feel comfortable. He has always been the son of the old Fang family."

"Oh... all the agencies have calculated, Qingqing's life... Actually, Xiao Fang is very respectful to us old guys, and he is not very old. Alas... he has ended up like this." Cough. The man felt some sympathy for Fang Yiqin.

"Isn't this always the case in the business world? Xiao Luo! It's that Luo Jiaming. He does things fairly well, right? I heard that his body and bones are a little weak. Sometimes, he only eats a small bowl of rice a day. If he eats less and does more things, he will be able to do more in the future. Okay?! By the way, your cough is not getting better at all! Doesn’t the medicine prescribed by Lao Nie work?”

"It works, but I can't get rid of the root. They say my home's feng shui is not right, and they keep trying to persuade me to move to another place," the coughing man responded.

"Isn't he interested in your old home? I heard that he has been thinking about it for many years. You have to be careful about him!"

"That's not the case. Lao Nie is a bit obsessed with money and is quite upright in his actions. I can't bear to part with those fish in the pond! Spring is about to begin! Once the weather warms up, everything will be fine."

"I hope so! We are all getting older, so be careful!"

"You're still talking about me! You've been suffering from stomach problems for five or six years, right?"

"It's been seven years! Lao Cen is very dedicated. Just like you, old age can't get rid of the root. My father was like this before he was alive. There is no cure for family diseases!" The old man with a hoarse voice responded.

At this moment, a young waitress suddenly appeared next to Bian Mu, and she greeted very politely: "Sir! How can I help you?"

"Oh... I'm sorry! I lost my key, I just found it." Bian Mu hurriedly said something perfunctory, walked quickly downstairs along the wall and left.

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Bian Mu called Jiao Yueyun a few more times, but she acted lukewarm, which made Bian Mu feel unsure at all.

Fang Yiqin's condition suddenly worsened, and Bian Mu felt very sad. In any case, Director Fang treated him very politely, and Bian Mu didn't want him to face the end of his life.

It was sad because his medical skills were limited. Apart from praying silently in his heart, Bian Mu was helpless.

Saturday came as soon as it was said, Bian Mu and Huang Boxi both had to work for half a day in the morning. Before half past eleven, Huang Boxi had nothing to do. He lay down on the wicker chair and fiddled with his mobile phone while waiting for Bian Mu to get off work.

…

After get off work, Bian Mu went back to the dormitory to tidy up briefly and walked towards the parking lot carrying a large backpack.

"Are you driving or should I do it?" Huang Boxi, who lowered the window and sat in the driver's cab, asked with a smile.

"Is it easy to walk on the road?"

"It's a smooth journey, so it's a great walk!"

"Then I'll give it a try! I don't have a car to drive at ordinary times, so I'm a handmaiden."

"It's okay, just drive slowly." As he spoke, Huang Boxi got out of the taxi, walked around half a circle, opened the back door and sat in the back seat.

Huang Boxi's car is an old off-road vehicle, costing at least more than 200,000 yuan. It seems that the old gentleman is also a wealthy owner.

Along the way, Bian Mu naturally told Huang Boxi what he heard about Fang Yiqin's current situation.

"Ordinary people can't mobilize the two great gods Nie and Ling. Those two old men are probably big and smart bosses on the street. Sometimes, they go to places like that purely to talk about things. They don't have entertainment or eat. Sigh! I guess Fang is no longer of much use in all aspects, or has caused some trouble, otherwise, it would not have developed so fast! Three days ago, Qi Shangqi asked his apprentice to find me to prepare medicine. "

"It replenishes yang energy for the kidney meridian?"

"Huh?! Your guess was really accurate! What? Are they looking for you too?" Huang Boxi asked in surprise.

"I looked for him once, but it wasn't Teacher Qi's side, it was another group of people."

"Really? Qi Shangqi's prescription is quite good, and they also prepare their own medicine, but I don't know if it is right for the patient."

"The main medicine uses a lot of Huanglian and Magnolia officinalis, right?" Bian Mu asked with a gloomy face.

"You guessed it right again, what? Is there something wrong with Fang Zi?"

"It seems like the medicine was reversed."

"Ah?! On purpose?" Huang Boxi's face turned a little ugly.

"Probably not! Besides, we all preconceptionally thought that the prescription was prescribed by Teacher Qi. What if the prescription was prescribed by someone else? He just came forward to ask you to help prepare some good medicine." Bian Mu said a few words for Qi Shangqi. sentence.

"That's not right! The prescriptions and herbs were sent by his favorite disciple. It's impossible for him not to take a look at such a big thing beforehand, right?"

"In the past two years, there have been some weird things that I can't explain."

"Have you seen Fang Yiqin recently?"

"I visited once in the ward, and my vitality was severely damaged!"

"Based on your diagnosis, how should we treat it?"

"I can't cure it!"

"Although we don't have much contact with each other, at least we still have a little bit of trust, right?"

"Don't misunderstand me. Fang Dong's illness requires a temporary medical team with both Chinese and Western medicine." As he spoke, Bian Mu introduced the general treatment plan he designed.

After listening to Bian Mu's story, he pondered for a long time, and Huang Boxi replied in a deep voice: "Thank you in advance. It's a great honor for you to trust me!"

"Don't be polite to me! If there is any flaw in the medical plan I drafted, you will always point out it."

"It's refreshing! No wonder they value you so much! Let's not talk about the specific medical skills. Just based on your medical knowledge, us old guys have been eliminated long ago! Can I give you some advice? You can give me a lecture. ." As he spoke, Huang Boxi couldn't help but laugh a few times. It could be heard that the old man's words were very sincere.

"You are always joking. From the perspective of Chinese medicine, do you think the plan I drafted is still feasible?"

"It's pretty good. It's just that the medication is a little rough. I'll help you adjust it and it'll be much better."

"Let's discuss it later?"

"No problem! We have to turn left ahead. We should enter the village in three to five minutes."

Talking and laughing, Bian Mu drove quickly towards an impressive archway.