Practicing business and practicing medicine

Old people often say that calligraphy, epigraphy, Chinese medicine... are all about hard work. No matter how smart you are, the real skills you have are absolutely proportional to the capital you put in. The Buddhist scriptures say: No difference! There will be no difference in the slightest.

If Chinese medicine wants to leap to a new level, it must invest a lot of time and energy in normal times, and must constantly explore, resolve doubts, correct errors, and clarify subtle differences in very specific clinical practice... A slight misjudgment, laziness, self-righteousness... It is possible to bury a few "technical hidden dangers mines" for yourself immediately. If you are lucky, you will not be exposed to mines for your whole life, and you can retire normally and have a good end.

If you run into a patient you shouldn't meet, the condition may not be that complicated, but you just make a mistake and expose yourself to mines. Half a lifetime of fame will be ruined. Being infamous and losing face is a small matter. As long as no one dies, you can get through it with a thick skin. There should be no problem with normal retirement. Whether you can have a good end at the end of your life depends entirely on God's will.

Bian Mu's grandfather often said that chickens play house, eating and spitting out. What kind of water and rice you feed it, it will lay eggs for you honestly, without any mistakes. How much effort and sincerity you put into the chicken, it will lay eggs of the same quality, and the nutritional content is very different.

No one can fool anyone!

When he met Peng Yihai, Bian Mu's medical skills were limited. Even if he put aside his prejudice against Mr. Peng and gave it his all, at that time, Bian Mu was not sure of the cure.

According to common sense, there is no distinction between the treatment of the disease under the medical door. A serious Chinese medicine doctor only sees the disease, regardless of the patient's identity, character, wealth or poverty... Bian Mu was young at the time, and he didn't want to treat those he didn't like.

What's more, a doctor doesn't knock on the door, and it's not a good deal to rush to him. Peng Yihai is so arrogant and arrogant. If he makes a mistake, Bian Mu and him will naturally end their medical relationship.

Maybe, that was Peng Yihai's fate!

Now, after countless hard work, Bian Mu's medical skills have been improved, and his attitude towards medicine has become more tolerant. It has been a while since Peng Yihai passed away. When he thinks of this, Bian Mu still feels a little regretful, sorry, and a little self-blame...

Who would have thought that, inadvertently, on a rainy day, he actually ran into a relative of Peng Yihai's family. The boss Peng in front of him turned out to be Peng Yihai's niece.

"You are surprised! I am also quite surprised. You don't know that you are so famous! I recognized you without taking a few glances upstairs. It's really a bit like the feeling of meeting an enemy and being particularly jealous!" At the end, Boss Peng suddenly became solemn.

To be honest, Bian Mu was really shocked.

Under this particular situation, Bian Mu could not make any special explanation. The elders of their family were gone, and any explanation was useless.

With a frown, Bian Mu chose to remain silent.

"Okay! TNND! People say that good deeds will be rewarded, so be kind! Even if you don't have any good fortune, you won't run into an enemy! What's the big deal?!" In addition to being annoyed, Bian Mu planned to change to another restaurant. It doesn't matter whether it's hot pot or not. Just make something to eat as long as your stomach is not empty.

"Hahaha... Are you scared? I'm kidding you. To be honest, our family has always had a big prejudice against you. Later, I heard a lot about you. I found that you are quite good in both character and medical skills. Even in the same industry, you feel a little bit different. Slowly, our mentality has become much calmer. Today, when I saw you so enthusiastically helping the disadvantaged strangers, I determined that the rumors were all false. Please! The private room on the second floor, I'm a little hungry, today I'll treat you!" As he spoke, the boss Peng invited Bian Mu upstairs to dine.

"This... isn't appropriate? We've never met before."

"You stay in the clinic all day, and your medical skills are so superb. You never see patients you're not sure of, so there are fewer troubles around you. Besides, as long as they come to your house, there must be many people who need your help! Relatively speaking, the social groups you usually come into contact with are relatively simple, but we are different. There are all kinds of people, elegant and arrogant. Just now... To be honest, I'm also afraid that something will really happen to him, and some brainless people will take a short video and post it on the Internet, affecting my business! As long as it's not too troublesome, we usually help out when we encounter such small things. I didn't expect your medical skills to be so great. It can be regarded as helping me to solve disasters and difficulties. What's the big deal if I treat you to a hot pot! Please!"

"Then... respect is worse than obedience!" A little reluctantly, Bian Mu was polite to the boss Peng, and the two of them went upstairs with laughter.

The exquisite room was not big, but it was very tidy inside and out. As soon as he entered, Bian Mu felt that the atmosphere was quite suitable for him.

The boss treated him, so the waiters and waitresses naturally seemed more enthusiastic than usual, and the best fragrant tea was brought over quickly.

"I eat light food, clear soup, how about you? Do you have any taboos?" Boss Peng greeted with a smile.

"It's a bit cold, I'll have a slightly spicy soup base, but... it's better not to be too spicy, just a little bit of flavor will do." Bian Mu responded with a smile.

"No problem!" After that, Boss Peng called over a more mature waiter and whispered a few words.

The hot pot was served very quickly, and the steam was steaming. The cold air after the early autumn rain disappeared without a trace.

Bian Mu was an expert in food. He could tell from a sniff and a few glances that this hot pot restaurant was run quite professionally. It was not the best in the city, but it was a serious business.

Men and women were eating at the same table, and they were two people. Naturally, they never mentioned drinking.

Bian Mu immediately felt that the boss Peng in front of him had a good upbringing.

The top-quality beef, top-quality mutton, and vegetables were also carefully selected. Even a fool could feel that the staff were using the best ingredients of the day to entertain Bian Mu!

Bian Mu ate happily while chatting and laughing, and the little wariness buried in his heart gradually melted away.

Unlike other diners, Bian Mu was quite professional in terms of smell. If anyone dared to put something unclean in his food, he could detect it by just sniffing. What's more, Peng Yihai's death had little to do with him.

While eating, the boss Peng mentioned her uncle who had passed away some time ago again.

"My hot pot restaurant is pretty good, right?"

"Very good! Professional! Sincere hospitality, and better cooking skills than most similar restaurants." Bian Mu told the truth.

"Doctor Bian, you don't know, our hot pot restaurant can survive until now, all thanks to the full support of my third uncle. At the worst time, almost all the funds used throughout the year were from my third uncle. Alas! Good people don't live long. He was so successful, but he got such a serious occupational disease. Alas!" At this point, the boss Peng couldn't help but sigh, and a line of tears even wet her shirt.

She was really sad.