Chapter 383 A Unique Book

Sanqiangzi is very dedicated to his work. Apart from driving to deliver some food, Bian Mu rarely visits the small clinic anymore.

Bian Mu has officially started working in the R&D center. He works part-time and does not have a separate office. He works together with his colleagues in a corner on the third floor.

Because he was completely ignorant, Bian Mu would go there every morning to punch in his card, sit there for a few minutes, sign, and then go downstairs to do the chores at hand.

Everyone knows that Bian Mu is one of the few "special positions" within the company. His working methods, starting salary standards, office environment...every aspect is very different from other colleagues. It didn't take long for everyone to get used to it.

This morning, at around ten o'clock, Bian Mu came out of the R&D center and his cell phone rang.

The phone number of my friend Dr. Yue.

"All the procedures at the clinic have been completed. You have everything that other colleagues have. You have almost everything that other colleagues don't have or it is difficult to apply for. If there is anything missing, you can always inform me. Call me, I'll help you again!" Dr. Yue told him on the phone.

"Thank you so much! If I had been left to follow the normal procedures, I might have made a joke at some point." On the other end of the phone, Bian Mu said a few polite words.

"Hi! It's a trivial matter, not worth mentioning. In fact, during the process of going through the formalities, I discovered that the Xiaobailou technical salon run by my father is quite formal, and its prestige in the industry is not low. There are many things that are quite troublesome. The program went by in a blink of an eye, so lucky.”

"You're so humble! You're still capable. I'll treat you to dinner another day."

"Can't we do it at noon today?" Dr. Yue said with a smile, half jokingly and half seriously.

"There is a senior who has been living in a nursing home in the northern suburbs for a long time. Taking advantage of my free time today, I want to go there and have a look to see where the old man has gone now." On the phone, Bian Mu mentioned the strange people in the world. Sima Kui.

"Really? Then get busy first! We'll make an appointment another day! By the way, your classmate Qian Xiaotong helped you a lot with applying for your license. Please tell him later!" Dr. Yue said. A friendly reminder on the phone.

"I will, let's chat another time!"

"Be careful on the road, bye!" After saying that, Dr. Yue hung up the phone.

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In the northern suburbs of Lijin City, at the foot of Xiaogu Mountain, is the "Sunset Red" nursing home.

Bian Mu gently knocked on the door a few times. It was unimaginable that with Sima Kui's mind, some time had passed. At this moment, he didn't know what kind of state he was in physically and mentally.

With a "squeak", the door opened.

It was eleven o'clock, and the masseuse was about to call it a day and go back. She heard someone knocking on the door and asking for Bian Mu's identity. She kindly invited Bian Mu to come in and take a seat.

"Is the old man okay?" Bian Mu asked with a smile.

"He's a nice guy, but he's very self-disciplined and doesn't mess around much, which is pretty good!" the masseuse responded with a smile.

"Nonsense? It seems that the effect of the treatment you presided over is quite obvious. I came here to visit some time ago. There is nothing I can do about it. The old man's body is degenerating very quickly and the degree is quite severe." Bian Mu smiled and praised a few times.

"You're too polite! Someone will accompany him when you come, so I'll go back first." After that, the masseuse picked up her toolbox and stood up to leave.

From the corner of his eye, Bian Mu noticed that Sima Kui's complexion, facial expression, hands and feet...every aspect was much better.

"Then I won't send it to you." Bian Mu said politely with a smile.

"Don't be so polite! Let's talk another day!" After saying that, the masseuse carried her work box and walked away.

Looking back, Bian Mu came to the head of the bed and raised his voice to say hello to Sima Kui: "How are you doing recently?"

Sima Kui still couldn't speak, but his hands were much more flexible. He took out a small notebook from nowhere with a black gel pen inserted in it.

With the pen in hand and the notebook holding it in his left hand, half lying on the bedside at an angle, Sima Kui wrote a few lines.

After taking the hand and looking at it for a few times, Bian Mu suddenly realized that Old Man Sima's condition was much better.

"You don't need to be so loud, I can hear you." This is the specific content of what Sima Kui wrote.

"Okay! Then I'll take your pulse first." As he spoke, Bian Mu moved a small bench over and sat on the bedside to take Sima Kui's pulse.

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It takes about 16 minutes.

Bian Mu felt confident.

"Senior! I have little talent, average understanding, and I am busy with chores around me. I am slowly digesting the information you provided. Unfortunately, due to my limited ability, many technical problems have not been completely solved to this day. So... I now have a complete set of acupuncture techniques, just the 'Ziwu Flow Acupuncture Technique', and I still have two knives! However, there has been some progress recently, so I will give you two acupunctures first?" Bian Mu explained with a smile.

"I can trust you!" Sima Kui responded with his pen.

"Okay! You trust me so much! Thank you!" After saying that, Bian Mu took out a box of stainless steel needles from his small bag.

After disinfecting and identifying the acupoints, Bian Mu inserted a needle behind Sima Kui's left ear and on the sole of his right foot.

It will take some time to wake up from the acupuncture. Bian Mu sat next to Sima Kui and briefly introduced his psychological process of studying the 'Ziwu Liuzhu Acupuncture'.

Sima Kui just listened quietly and hardly expressed his opinion.

After a while, Bian Mu felt that he had nothing to say anymore, so he smiled and prepared to close his eyes and rest.

In the end, Bian Mu still didn't have a good impression of Sima Kui, and after all the talk, he still said very little.

At this moment, Sima Kui picked up the pen and wrote a few lines.

"The population of Lijin is increasing year by year, and there are all kinds of people. Among them are a few idlers who are not smart enough, but like to collect various traditional Chinese medicine classics. Although most of them are scraps, in the spirit of striving for excellence, , based on the principle of removing falsehoods and retaining true ones, you may be able to find some valuable unique copies.”

After reading these words, Bian Mu couldn't help but his eyes lit up.

"Senior! I plan to open a small clinic. I think small clinics are still different from public regular hospitals and private private hospitals. Let alone other things, the types of patients and customer groups they face are quite different, so , I have to study some special but very practical Chinese medicine theories in advance, especially the traditional Chinese medicine techniques that have immediate results, what do you think?"

Speaking with his pen, Sima Kui quickly replied: "You can teach me! In a sense, there is almost a world of difference between a small clinic and a regular hospital. You are right. To put it bluntly, you have to You have to think fast enough, otherwise, within three months, the custodian will shut down your business."

After reading this passage, Bian Mu couldn't help but be shocked.

As for that? After all, I am also a leader among the younger generation of Chinese medicine doctors. Even if I am a little inexperienced, I won't close down my business in three months, right? !

Bian Mu didn't believe it.

However, judging from Sima Kui's reaction, it seemed that everything he said was true.

After a moment of silence, Bian Mu chose to believe Sima Kui.

"Senior! What you just wrote really shocked me. However, if I think about it carefully, what you said should be reasonable. Some things are within my expectations. Then...can I do this? Understand... If I get those orphan copies you mentioned, I can easily deal with it if I open a clinic again?" Bian Mu asked.

Speaking with his pen, Sima Kui replied: "Absolutely!"

I don't know why, maybe it was a little stuffy in the room, but Bian Mu felt a little sweat on his back.