Merchant and doctor

Chapter 1069: Calm and Calm
Due to the traditional taboo of "doctors don't knock on doors" about the accident involving Yimianwan, Bian Mu was not in a position to inquire further. At 21:04 in the evening, sitting alone at his desk, Bian Mu spent a long time pondering the stock market.

"Guanan Zai" has become lifeless in the past two weeks, and its upward momentum seems to have been completely drained away. The overall market trend has also been sluggish recently, and it seems that there is a lack of upward momentum.

He leaned back in his chair with his hands on the back of his head and slightly closed his eyes. Two pictures gradually emerged in Bian Mu's mind. One was the K-line chart of "Guananzai". Bian Mu was more accustomed to referring to the 53-day moving average chart. At the same time, Bian Mu was more willing to quote weekly data for relevant analysis. He often just glanced over the daily, monthly, quarterly lines... and so on, and basically didn't pay much attention to them.

The other one is an ideal "pulse chart" that Bian Mu subjectively imagined. Since buying the stock "Guanan Zai", Bian Mu made a simulation chart on the computer. It is a kind of imaginary chart with a strong subjective color, and the specific graphics are closer to certain pulse images in traditional Chinese medicine.

In his heart, Bian Mu already regarded "Guananzi" as a patient with mild symptoms!

The K-line turns red, and "Guananzi" has a slight hyperactivity of kidney yang. If it continues to rise, Bian Mu regards it as hyperactivity of kidney yang, and it is a solid disease; if it rises and then falls, Bian Mu will mark it as hyperactivity of kidney yin...

Bian Mu has always been a relatively rational person. No matter how wild his ideas are, he would not force a logical connection between stock trends and human pulse. On the one hand, the scale of the project is too huge for some people to handle. On the other hand, all the talents and knowledge that Bian Mu possesses cannot support him to play such a dangerous intellectual adventure game.

This kind of thing, once you get into the state of obsession, no matter how strong Bian Mu's self-control is, he will inevitably get into some trouble like mental abnormality.

The reason why he was "playing around" like this was purely to change the angle and look at Chinese medicine pulse diagnosis from another level to find out what the fatal logical flaws were, so as to promote his further progress in pulse diagnosis. It would be best if he could reach the level of perfection in the future. By then, Bian Mu might really be able to experience the magical state of "the pulse is like a painting, and you can tell at the touch of a finger".

Bian Mu was just thinking about something when his cell phone suddenly rang.

Chen Yurong’s phone number.

"Is it convenient now? The hospital has received an emergency patient with a special identity. He suffered extensive burns from a car accident. He is a male in his 40s with no underlying medical history. He is currently suffering from severe blood loss. I know... there is almost no hope, but... this matter is rather special. Why don't you come over? I always feel a little regretful in my heart. It's late at night... I'm a little incoherent, please forgive me!" On the phone, Chen Yurong, the current director of the 7th People's Hospital of the city, asked Bian Mu to come over to participate in an emergency consultation.

The old superior called to ask about it. After all, it was a life. Although there was almost no hope of survival, Bian Mu couldn't say no even though he wanted to.

"This person must have a very special relationship with Dean Chen, otherwise, she wouldn't talk about this matter in that tone..." Bian Mu couldn't help but think to himself.

"Look at what you said...human life is at stake. You call me over at this time and you respect me. Please send someone to pick me up at the emergency entrance of the hospital. I'll be downstairs right away!" As always, Bian Mu agreed readily.

"The car to pick you up has been waiting at the gate of your community for a long time. I'm not afraid of you laughing at me, but the car has arrived a long time ago. I've been hesitating whether to trouble you to make this trip..." Chen Yurong hurriedly explained on the phone.

Hearing this, Bian Mu couldn't help but burst out laughing.

"No need to ask! The man who had the car accident definitely has a special relationship with her!" Bian Mu pondered in his heart.

"What car?"

"It's a silver SUV, my nephew's car. The last two digits of the license plate are 88. He has seen you before. As soon as you leave the gate of the community, he will flash the lights to alert you."

"I see! Our hospital is in the southwest direction... so he should be waiting for me across the street!"

"Well! Thank you for your hard work!" "You are my old leader, let's not talk about this. Please prepare some more musk, ginseng, and bitter orange. The highest quality ones are best. I may need them temporarily."

"Okay, okay! Arrange it now!"

"There's nothing else to say. When I arrive, I hope the hospital can arrange a head nurse with comprehensive personal skills to temporarily serve as my assistant. In addition, three young and strong nurses can be arranged at the same time. I will discuss other matters with you at that time!"

"Arrange immediately!"

"Then I'll hang up first!" After saying that, Bian Mu hung up the phone, changed his clothes, calmly turned off the main power, locked the door, and went downstairs.

At the entrance of the community, across the road, there was indeed a luxurious large-size SUV parked, the model of which was almost identical to the one Tao Wenjie usually drove. As soon as Bian Mu showed his head, the two front headlights of the SUV immediately flashed rhythmically, and at the same time, the driver in the car honked the horn a few times, as a polite greeting.

"It's so late at night, thank you for your trouble!" As soon as he got in the car, Bian Mu immediately made some polite remarks.

"Look at what you said. According to my aunt, we are not outsiders. We are the ones who are causing you trouble. Should we clear the way now?"

"Okay! You don't have to drive so fast. If the patient can be saved, it won't be a big deal if we delay for another two or three hours. If the patient is really in critical condition, it would be useless for me to go! Take it easy to avoid another car accident on the road. That would be a double whammy!" As he spoke, Bian Mu gently placed a small leather backpack on the back seat and leaned back, looking very calm and composed.

"No wonder my aunt always praises you for being so amazing! Apart from anything else, just your calmness is something that none of us can compare to! Let's go!" After saying that, he started the car and the eldest nephew of the Chen family drove slowly into the main road.

……

Emergency Department, No. 7 Emergency Room, No. 6 People’s Hospital of the City.

A young, beautiful, tall female nurse didn't say much, and very tacitly helped Bian Mu change into his white coat. It was a full set of equipment, all brand new.

Bian Mu walked quietly into the ICU emergency room. Chen Yurong was sitting on a folding chair, looking extremely tired. When she saw Bian Mu coming in, Chen Yurong hurriedly stood up to greet him as if she had seen a savior. Unexpectedly, her legs went weak and she collapsed to the ground.

Upon seeing this, the two female nurses nearby hurriedly helped her up, one on each side protecting her to prevent her from falling to the ground again due to her poor spirit.

"What is the relationship between this patient and her? Why is she so anxious?! Amazing!" A thought flashed through his mind, and Bian Mu realized that Director Chen had lost his composure today.

"Don't worry, I'll take a look. If you trust me, you might as well go to the next ward and have a good rest. I will definitely give you a satisfactory explanation afterwards." Still calm, Bian Mu walked up to Chen Yurong and comforted her with a few words.

Nodding slightly without saying a word, Chen Yurong forced herself to break free from the support of the two female nurses and walked out with a exhausted look on her face.

Fortunately, the skin on the patient's wrists was still intact, and Bian Mu was able to diagnose his pulse normally...