Practicing business and practicing medicine

Traditional Chinese medicine has always had "strange pulses", "seven unique pulses", "definite pulses", etc. to classify severe pulse conditions. With the evolution of the times, the relevant theories have also undergone great changes. However, The changes in the world are all inseparable from the origin. The most basic thread is consistent and has not changed through the ages.

After a few cold glances, Bian Mu felt that the man in front of him was scattered and weak, giving people the illusion that he was old and decrepit.

As soon as he put his hand on the Guanmai in his left hand, Bian Mu was secretly surprised.

"The yang energy is dark and as thin as a gossamer. There is no pulse even if I don't press it hard. How deep must this yang energy be buried?! Looking at him like this, it doesn't look like he has a terminal illness!" Bian Mu couldn't help but feel. He thought to himself.

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Switch to the right hand Guanmai.

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Take another pulse on the neck.

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Take the third pulse at the ankle.

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Without saying anything, Bian Mu stood up and walked around behind the man. He gently placed the palm of his left hand on the man's left lung and felt it for a while. After a while, he moved to the right lung.

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Seeing Bian Mu's expression as if facing a formidable enemy, the other waiting patients all guessed that Dr. Bian had encountered a seriously ill patient. Everyone was very sensible and sat quietly in their seats, no longer chatting. Some patients who were watching short videos on their mobile phones even turned off the mobile phone network. People invariably looked at the man sitting sideways in the wheelchair and secretly sweated for him.

well! In the past two years, people's lives have been under a lot of pressure, and they may get sick someday. People share this sentiment and reason, and instinctively feel some compassion in their hearts.

For a moment, the hall on the first floor suddenly became silent.

Returning to his seat, Bian Mu asked with a smile: "Did you get caught in the rain? Or did you rinse your head with cold water? Or did you swim in sweat for a while?"

"It's funny, it's funny! I'm feeling sulky and sweating profusely, mainly on my back. Changing clothes doesn't help at all...cough...cough..." At this point, the man seemed a little exhausted. After coughing a few times, he straightened his back and began to take a few breaths.

Mr. Wu's younger brother looked quite similar to his elder brother. Seeing this, he quickly helped him. Another friend, a man, walked behind Mr. Wu and gently stroked his back. He also seemed to be a meticulous person. A cautious person.

"Don't be anxious! Speak slowly!" Bian Mu said with a smile.

"Sigh... I feel better here. At home, my chest is so tight... It seems that I may not survive at any time... Does the medicine here work? Or is the Yang Qi much more abundant than at our house?" It's okay. That Mr. Wu's mentality is pretty good. He's done this, and he still has something else to ask.

"The yang energy is definitely better than other places, and the smell of medicine is indeed better. Some of you may not know. We usually place some medicine sachets in a special corner of the clinic. They are somewhat similar to the sachets of old. We will replace it in time when it no longer tastes good. All factors are added together. In theory, it should be more environmentally friendly and healthier than ordinary people's homes, but... the difference is not as big as the rumors outside, no matter what He said that we rarely cook here, and the bathrooms are regularly disinfected. The "kitchen and bathroom atmosphere" unique to ordinary people's homes and the "unique home atmosphere" in bedrooms are relatively rare here. Therefore, 伱Sit back and relax, and you will indeed feel more comfortable in every aspect." Bian Mu seemed to want to divert Mr. Wu's attention, and actually explained how to set up a healthy home.

"He is a famous doctor after all! He really has some truth to say. I will continue to state... Then! I sweat too much and can't stop it. At the same time, I also feel that the area above my eyebrows is very stuffy. It was very uncomfortable. There was a swimming pool close to our work. The boss knew me well. We were both members of the outdoor cycling club. He said hello to our boss, and I went to his place to swim for a while... ...cough...cough...Unexpectedly, I started to have a high fever that night. The fever was so bad that I couldn't even get out of bed. I was afraid that my daughter would know and worry, so I called my brother...he has the key to my house...that's when I went to the Provincial Hospital, and the Provincial People's Hospital gave me some fluids..." At this point, he seemed a little out of breath, and Mr. Wu stopped talking again.

"Oh... then... the high fever subsided and you were able to go to work normally. About seven days later, which is about a week, you developed symptoms again. This time, it was a low fever, even... Sometimes, your forehead is still cool to the touch, giving people the illusion that the fever has subsided. However, you have no appetite and your mouth tastes bitter, as if you have a lot of alkaline noodles in your mouth. Am I right? " After speaking in one breath, without any pause, Bian Mu controlled the speed of his speech and tried to appear as calm as possible.

Upon hearing this, Mr. Wu and the three of them had a look of surprise on their faces to varying degrees.

"Yes... Doctor Bian is really amazing! To be honest, my disease feels like what the old people call 'possessed by evil spirits'..." At this moment, Mr. Wu began to speak in a different tone. So much more.

"That's not the case, but...the root cause of your illness is not sulking, sweating, or swimming at low temperatures...those are all direct causes of the disease. Then...which hospital did you go to to see a traditional Chinese medicine doctor?" Bian Mu guessed casually.

"I have a relative who is very familiar with Dr. Zhao Xicheng. I called him beforehand, and my brother accompanied me to his newly opened 'Dai Qi' Chinese Medical Clinic. He took a prescription and took some medicine. Unexpectedly, On the contrary, the condition has worsened... My brother said something was wrong and asked around for a long time... so he came to you..."

"Oh...do you have the prescription prescribed by Teacher Zhao on your mobile phone?" Bian Mu raised his head and glanced at where Mr. Wu's brother was standing.

"Yes, yes! I made all the medicines and fried them. The medicines from 'Baigutang', a century-old store, there shouldn't be any difference in their medicines, right?" As he spoke, Mr. Wu's medicines The younger brother took out his mobile phone from his pocket, pulled up the relevant prescription photos and showed them to Bian Mu.

"The foundation of Daqinglong Decoction and the adjustment of the medicine are not too small. After all, it is the senior teacher who prescribes this recipe very cleverly!" While studying, Mu couldn't help but secretly thought to himself.

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"Mr. Wu! Please tell me the details of your visit to Teacher Zhao that day. The more specific the better." Bian Mu seemed to have guessed something.

"That day, Zhao Xicheng was very considerate and read carefully. After finishing, he wrote a line of words on a blank prescription. It was just one line. The handwriting was like flying and dancing. I... I usually make a little progress in calligraphy. , he was stunned and only guessed the three words 'Da Qing Long', which was too difficult to identify. Then, he handed the prescription to his female assistant, who looked to be in her thirties, but she looked quite cool. Professional, the last prescription was written by her. I could clearly see the prescription she wrote. She made slight adjustments to the basics of Daqinglong Decoction, monarch, minister and assistant. She also asked us to get the medicine from them. After I explained, she stopped insisting. "Mr. Wu's brother was very eloquent and explained the medical treatment that day quite clearly.

However, Bian Mu still felt that Mr. Wu's brother was missing something...