Practicing business and practicing medicine

The next day, Bian Mu got up early and went to the balcony. He saw that the Notopterygium wilfordii soaked in a mixture of licorice, ginger and rice wine last night was ready to use. He took chopsticks and put three pieces into a porcelain bowl. He returned to the kitchen and rinsed it several times with clean water from the faucet.

"Qinyang" millet, the rice bran is not completely gone, the grains are full, Huang Boxi gave it to me, a specialty of the northern plateau, top quality! Bian Mu reached out and grabbed a handful, the long yam was cut yesterday and soaked in ordinary white wine overnight, it was just right to use now.

Bian Mu filled the casserole with two-thirds of water from the tap, threw in cubes of Notopterygium wilfordii, Chinese yam, and millet, then threw five large red dates into the pot, turned on high heat and waited.

He took out his cell phone, leaned against the door frame, and recited English words for a while.

The water boiled, and Bian Mu adjusted the gas to the minimum and let it simmer slowly.

The patient's family sent a lot of fresh eggs before the New Year. He took three eggs from the refrigerator and placed them in a small basin. Bian Mu washed his hands carefully and went to the south balcony to practice breathing techniques...

The "Digital Medicine" network system has sent out a notice, and Bian Mu has given himself a day off from seeing patients.

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The soles of his feet were already slightly warm, and the "Zhi Yang" point on his back was slightly convex. After focusing his mind for a while, Bian Mu let out a long breath, and the exercise was completed.

Back in the kitchen, seeing that the porridge was almost ready, Bian Mu took a porcelain bowl and beat three eggs into it. He poured a little white wine into it and stirred it with chopsticks for a long time. Bian Mu had to see a certain amount of foam on the egg liquid before it was ready.

While the foam on the egg liquid had not yet disappeared, Bian Mu opened the lid of the pot, picked up the casserole with both hands using a rag, and poured half a bowl of fresh egg liquid into it using boiling millet soup.

The egg drops are rolling, the rice aroma is everywhere, it’s done!

Bian Mu poured all the remaining soup into a small porcelain bowl and let it cool. Then, Bian Mu picked out the Notopterygium wilfordii pieces and jujubes with chopsticks and chewed them. He ate all five ripe jujubes. The Notopterygium wilfordii pieces had lost their medicinal properties and were of no use, so he raised his hand and threw them into the trash can.

There was a small square box next to the stove, which contained the previously fried bean and wheat noodles. He grabbed a few handfuls and put them into the casserole, stirring it to see if the consistency was about right. Then, Bian Mu used a small bamboo spatula to put the mixture into a square glass lunch box and smoothed it out. There was still some left in the casserole, so Bian Mu scooped it all into the small porcelain basin containing the rice soup and stirred it a few times with chopsticks.

The rice soup and egg drop soup were almost dry by now. Bian Mu took the bowl to the balcony and drank it in small sips. Outside the window, people rushing to work in the morning had left home one after another, and started another busy day...

Back in the kitchen, Bian Mu intentionally did not prepare any staple food. He just ate all the remaining rice soup and fried noodles, and that was his breakfast.

Bian Mu took his own pulse last night and found that his spleen and stomach function had dropped. In order to reduce the burden on his spleen and stomach, Bian Mu planned to eat mainly medicated food and light meals throughout the day.

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At around nine o'clock in the morning, Bian Mu locked the door, left his residence, and took the subway to the City Center Hospital.

Doctor Yue was not on duty, so Bian Mu went to the special care ward alone to visit Teacher Yu.

As soon as I entered the room, I saw Teacher Yu’s daughter sitting in a wheelchair under the windowsill, reciting a book. Looking at the cover, it seemed to be an English version of an overseas travelogue.

Teacher Yu was making the bed with his back to Bian Mu. It seemed that the old man was in a low mood.

"Dad! Doctor Bian is here to see you. Hello, Doctor Bian!" As she spoke, Teacher Yu's daughter pushed her wheelchair and was about to go over to make some tea for Bian Mu.

"Stop busying yourself, I'll just take your pulse and leave! You should have a light meal in the morning and not drink tea." With a smile, Bian Mu hurriedly stopped him.

Teacher Yu, with a smile on his face, asked Bian Muli to sit on the sofa in the outer room, and took the initiative to report in detail about his physical and mental changes. His daughter sat in a wheelchair and listened quietly beside him.

"Not bad! It's a little better than expected. Teacher Yu, we can't control other people's business, but from today on, let's ban hair dyeing! Don't worry about what they say in their advertisements, it will do you no good but only harm!" Bian Mu suggested with a smile.

"Okay, okay! You're old now, why bother dyeing your hair? Vanity, meaningless vanity." Teacher Yu responded with a smile.

"You can't say that. As a teacher, you really have to pay attention to your appearance. The main reason is that my health condition doesn't allow it!" As he spoke, Bian Mu took Teacher Yu's pulse.

From the corner of his eye, Bian Mu occasionally glanced at the daughter of the Yu family. From what he saw now, it seemed that Miss Yu would not have to stay in a wheelchair for the rest of her life.

However, if the doctor does not knock on the door and the patient does not say anything, Bian Mu cannot take the initiative to ask questions, as that is against the rules of Chinese medical practice.

"The disease is healed slowly, so take your time! Who usually accompanies you when you sweat the most?" Bian Mu asked casually.

"My nephew, my brother's child, his company is not far from here, he walked over here, he told me that after sweating, I seem to have a hunched back, is that a normal reaction?"

Bian Mu nodded gently.

"Your nephew is quite attentive. It's true. You will recover on your own after you have recuperated enough. It's okay. Until the end of the month, you will be very weak both physically and mentally. There is no way. Your condition is a bit special. The only effective method right now is this 'core extraction method'. Isn't it the cold season again recently? With your current physical condition, you will definitely catch a cold. I brought you some honey pills, which are common medicines prepared by our clinic. They are just right for your condition. Once you have more than three cold symptoms, don't take the medicine first. Wait until you have a slight fever. Just one pill a day. Take it with warm water whenever you feel uncomfortable. I mean 24 hours a day, Miss Yu! I'm going to trouble you to worry about this matter!" As he spoke, Bian Mu gave Miss Yu a few instructions.

Before leaving, Bian Mu took out a transparent square glass lunch box from his backpack, which was filled with a box of small square cakes.

"Take one piece three times a day. If you don't feel like eating or have no appetite, take it with warm water or hot milk. Stick to it, and you will see some changes in about six weeks." Bian Mu reminded with a smile.

"Thank you for your trouble!" Miss Yu thanked him quickly after taking the glass lunch box.

"It's my duty. Don't be polite! Until the hunchback phenomenon disappears, you'd better not go downstairs for a walk or anything. Just stay in the ward. Doctor Yue is my friend and will come to take care of you from time to time. You can talk to her directly if you have any questions." After saying a few polite words, Bian Mu said goodbye.