Merchant and doctor

Chapter 1372 From Rich to Poverty

In Lijin, the Sichuan cuisine business is average. Bian Mu believes that the main reason is the lack of innovation.

Today, although Bian Mu is not very famous in Lijin, he is not inferior to all his local peers. The fundamental reason is that he dares to break through the conventional professional barriers, outdated customs and habits, and outdated concepts of traditional Chinese medicine... He is bold in innovation and cautious in practice, and has made technological breakthroughs one after another.

Bian Mu has been diligent since he was young, and his mother is relatively strict. In the second semester of the second year of junior high school, Bian Mu started helping in the kitchen at home. He is smart, and his cooking skills naturally improved day by day as he used the knife and chopping board.

The waiter brought all the dishes. Bian Mu looked around and couldn't help but frowned slightly.

"What's wrong? Is there something wrong? I'll ask them to change!" Wen Xueye said quickly.

"That's not the case. It's not original. For this dish of milk-flavored golden marigold pastry, you have to start cooking quickly when the oil temperature reaches 70%. The chef in the kitchen is really experienced! The boneless beef tendon needs to be fermented for at least three hours. Looking at its appearance... it can only be considered as being blanched. In addition, this thing needs to be steamed over high heat for an hour. I estimate that they only steamed it for half an hour at most when preparing the ingredients. People who often cook can tell at a glance. Fortunately, the beef tendon used is the freshest in the market. If you don't take it too seriously, the taste should be acceptable." To ease the atmosphere, Bian Mu deliberately found something wrong.

“No way! You take everything you do as seriously as you practice medicine...very serious? It’s okay, I’ll ask them to redo it!” Wen Xueye wanted to say “very serious” but felt it was a bit rude, so she changed her words temporarily.

"No need! The kitchen is full of smoke and fire, and it's not easy for the chefs. In the past two years, the catering industry has expanded rapidly, so the quality is inevitably uneven. Other aspects are satisfactory, so it doesn't matter."

"Haha... I'm glad you don't mind. Next time I'll have to carefully choose a decent restaurant."

"Not really! I come from a poor family, so I don't have to be so particular." Seeing that the waiters from each table had left and the diners at the two tables next to him had gotten up to pay the bill and left after having eaten their fill, Bian Mu smiled and said something polite.

The two chatted while eating.

"The person you are talking about...how do you usually call him?" Bian Mu asked with a smile.

"He should say what he calls me. He should call me aunt!"

"Oh! You are so senior!"

"Of course not! We have been close since we were young, otherwise how could he entrust me to do such a thing for him! He has been very cautious since he was a child, it's natural."

"Is that so... then... remember Fan Jin passed the imperial examination!" Bian Mu reminded with a smile.

"The Fan Jin in The Scholars? Oh... you mean my old nephew got angry and suffered from the disease of phlegm blocking his mind?!"

With a slight smile, Bian Mu replied with a smile: "Just the opposite!"

"That is……"

"The heart pulse is just a general term in traditional Chinese medicine. When encountering a specific patient, we have to do a detailed analysis. Under the heart pulse, there is the heart string. Your relative has some trouble with his heart string. Fan Jin was suddenly stimulated by great joy, and was caught off guard. A slipknot was tied on the lung string. After he fainted, he was pinched on the Ren Zhong to wake him up. Then he became confused and had pseudo-madness. After a slap from his father-in-law, a butcher! He had plenty of strength in his hands. With one slap, the lung qi vibrated, and the slipknot on the lung string was untied at once. The lung qi surged, and the phlegm gathered. The accumulated phlegm was spit out, and the person was fine. Your relative is just the opposite of him." Having said this, he felt a little thirsty, so Bian Mu stopped talking and poured himself a cup of warm and suitable mung bean soup and drank a few sips.

Wen Xueye didn't quite understand what he said at all, so she naturally stared at Bian Mu intently, waiting for him to continue.

"Fan Jin had a miserable life in the first half of his life. He was always hungry and full. From the perspective of Chinese medicine, it was thanks to his long years of poverty that his lung meridian and lung string were as clear as water, and so were his heart meridians. Although he was poor, he did not have any fatal diseases. If he had eaten too much all day, his father-in-law would have slapped him, and he would have either died on the spot or gone crazy! And it was a typical 'depressed madness', which is difficult to cure!" Bian Mu calmly laid the groundwork. "You mean... my nephew is hard to cure?"

"Well! His daily food, clothing and other expenses are much better than Fan Jin's, so... once something serious happens to the heart meridian, lung meridian, kidney qi... it will take a long time to correct it! What's interesting is that his life is exactly the opposite of Fan Jin's. Although he is in the business world, the underlying logic is similar. Am I right?" Bian Mu guessed with a smile.

Although she didn't comment, Wen Xueye finally nodded slightly.

"Being poor first and then rich, being humble first and then noble, life should be easy. What if it's the other way around? Being noble first and then humble? It's really hard to be angry! If that guy is cured, it won't be a matter of just one slap..." Having said that, Bian Mu stopped explaining, picked up the spoon, scooped some Mapo Tofu into the bowl and ate a few bites.

The chef in the back kitchen finally came up with something new. The spicy aroma was overflowing but not too spicy. Hmm! Not bad!

Sometimes, cooking in the kitchen is not much different from treating patients as a doctor, you have to be attentive!

"Then...what exactly happened?" After all, he was her relative, and Wen Xueye had to help him solve his problem. Even though the other person's tone of voice did not suit her taste, she still had to shamelessly ask him to do his best.

"You can't listen to him about this. You have to see him in person. Otherwise, his life will be in danger! For example... what I mentioned at the beginning... he suddenly suffocated at night, his tongue became swollen and numb! The airway was blocked, and almost at the same time, the brain was severely lacking in blood oxygen, the nerve bundles gradually became paralyzed, his hands could not move, and he could not make calls on the phone; his mouth could not speak, and he could not call for help; his mind was uncontrolled, he could not adjust his tongue, and he was frozen there. It wouldn't be long before the person was gone!" Worried about irritating Wen Xueye again, Bian Mu lowered his voice and tried to speak calmly.

Wen Xueye couldn't help but gasp, her face turned pale with fright.

"I'll call and ask!" After saying that, Wen Xueye picked up her small leather bag and hurried to the terrace not far away to make a call.

Bian Mu had sharp ears, and soon he could vaguely hear Wen Xueye getting a little anxious on the phone...

……

"You're right. The further symptoms are almost exactly the same as your analysis. Well... I'll make arrangements after dinner so you two can meet up?"

"Human lives are at stake! So what are you waiting for! Let's go now. You can... get a spacious business car, adjust the middle row of seats, and use it as a temporary clinic. Doesn't he hate strangers? Let's respect his wishes and wear masks. I'll take his pulse, and he can say a few words to me. I'll use the stethoscope to listen for a while, and then I'll get out of the car and leave. Ask him if this is okay."

"You still have a lot of ideas! I think it can work. If he continues to be pretentious, I will scold him... Please wait! You eat yours, I'll be back soon!" After saying that, Wen Xueye picked up her bag and went downstairs directly.

……

At the west corner gate of "Wenhu Park", under a century-old banyan tree, a brown high-end business car was parked quietly there, with the electric door slightly open and not closed tightly.

The rear window was half open for ventilation.

Both parties were wearing masks, and without a keen eye it would be difficult to tell who the other person was.

Sitting diagonally opposite, Bian Mu was taking the pulse of a middle-aged man...