Chapter 1013: Strange Cause of Disease

Recently, Bian Mu had some complaints about famous doctors such as Nie Yixiong. He felt that they did not pay much attention to some patients and looked up to them. In terms of medical ethics, Bian Mu secretly thought that they were more or less unethical.

After chatting with Master Zhang today, Bian Mu realized that some things were not so simple. If we look at all aspects of life in the mundane world, right and wrong cannot be simply summarized.

As we chatted, we arrived at the place.

"Xingqi Manor", a wooden plaque, thick and large, it is an old object of more than a hundred years at first glance, with formal Yan style large characters, engraved in intaglio, and a signature in the lower right corner: Zhuge Yue's handwriting.

Bian Mu guessed that the wooden plaque in front of him should be made of the best dark wood, and the back is also mixed with some golden nanmu. After more than a hundred years of ups and downs, no one has the intention to steal it. It is quite interesting to think about it.

Seeing that his chronic illness could be cured, Master Zhang naturally treated Bian Mu like a god. With a smile on his face, Master Zhang made a gesture and politely gave way.

"Here! Doctor Bian, please!"

"You're welcome! Let's go! Let's pay a visit to Mr. Qiao! It's just... I came in a hurry and empty-handed, which is a bit rude." As he spoke, Bian Mu said a few words casually.

"He is in business, and you are in medicine. We have never met before, so I'm afraid I can't say I'm rude! No wonder the outside world spreads you as a god. Today, when I heard you say this, it's really engraved in your bones. Your father and mother must be not ordinary people." While politely giving way, Master Zhang smiled and responded a few words.

Hearing this, Bian Mu immediately felt that Master Zhang had some connotation. If he was still acceptable in pharmacy, he really wanted to take him in to help in the clinic.

"No, no! An ordinary family." As he spoke, Bian Mu looked around.

There was a lady in her thirties sitting behind the counter. She seemed to be a clerk hired by Mr. Qiao. There was no one else except her. Moreover, the store was empty and no customers were seen.

"Such an old store has such a slow business. It seems that... Mr. Qiao is not interested in making money and just treats the store as a way to relieve boredom." Bian Mu guessed randomly in his heart.

"Mr. Qiao is not here! This is Doctor Bian. He wants to buy some earthenware jars, the kind used for diet therapy. Take a gray one first!" Master Zhang smiled and greeted him.

"I was asked to go out for tea. I guess he won't be back until dark. My uncle behaves like that. There is nothing I can do. Fortunately, it is my own store. Otherwise, I can't even pay the rent all year round! Doctor Bian, right? Please wait!" As she spoke, the woman turned around and went to the back of the cabinet to look for earthenware jars.

It turned out that the woman in front of her was a younger relative of Mr. Qiao, who was temporarily pulled to look after the store.

After a while, the woman held two earthenware jars in her left hand and another slightly larger one in her right hand and walked to the sideboard to place them one by one on the top of the thick glass cabinet for Bian Mu to choose.

They were of different colors, all old jars, old things, nothing to choose, nothing wrong with the things.

"Let's take this one! Buy a box first, 12 in a box, right?" Bian Mu picked up a gray earthenware jar and said.

"Yes, 12 in a box, 8 yuan each, you can give 90! Anyway, I don't make money. If it were me, I would have sold other things a long time ago. Day by day, I don't know what my uncle is doing." The woman smiled and replied a few words, then took away the three samples again, turned around and went to the back of the upper cabinet to look for boxes of earthenware jars.

Master Zhang was quite familiar with this family. Seeing this scene, he greeted him, lifted the sideboard of the counter, walked into the counter and helped the woman move the goods.

Out of respect for Mr. Qiao, Bian Mu finally paid a full 100 yuan. The woman smiled and thanked him, and watched Master Zhang carrying the box of earthenware jars on his shoulders and accompanying Bian Mu to leave.

There is a fixed place in the northwest corner of the market where drivers gather to chat. Master Zhang helped Bian Mu contact a male driver in his 50s without much trouble. The freight was 30 yuan, which was considered cheap.

"Are you going back to the clinic with me? Or come to my place another day?" Out of gratitude, Bian Mu made a special call.

"I'll go with you! But... I have to trouble you two to wait for a while, I have to ask for leave." Master Zhang explained with a smile.

"Okay! Then we'll wait for you!" Bian Mu responded with a smile.

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"Bian's Clinic", Master Zhang insisted that he carry the box of earthenware jars all the way to the second floor and put it properly, and then accompanied Bian Mu downstairs.

"Please sit down! Seeing that you are so polite... Have some of our homemade mixed drinks!" Bian Mu greeted with a smile.

"Thank you!"

"You're welcome!" After saying that, Bian Mu connected the power supply to the drinking area and started the automatic mode to prepare some mixed health drinks.

The two sat at the examination table and chatted for a few words, and Bian Mu began to feel the pulse of Master Zhang.

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"How many brothers do you have?" After feeling the pulse, Bian Mu suddenly asked this question.

"There are three brothers in my family, I am the second oldest, and there is an older sister. There are four brothers and sisters. Our ages are not much different. Why? Is my disease related to family inheritance?" Master Zhang was a pharmacist and knew medicine. When he heard Bian Mu's question, he quickly replied.

With a slight smile, Bian Mu pondered for a moment, and was somewhat hesitant in his heart. For a moment, he was also a little undecided about whether he should say it thoroughly.

"How should I put it... This matter involves some of your family's privacy. Actually... If you trust me, why don't we... Let's not go into it, I'll just prescribe a prescription!" Bian Mu explained with a smile.

"Well... Actually... We are also an ordinary family. You don't think there is anything shameful, right? Anyway, there are no outsiders here. God knows, the earth knows, you know, and I know. There is nothing bad to say... Otherwise, I'll be thinking about it all day long, which is also a worry. What do you think?" In his words, Master Zhang obviously wanted to thoroughly understand the root cause of his illness.

The real root cause.

"Then... I'll tell the truth?" Bian Mu responded with a smile.

"It's okay! I can bear it. Besides, I've heard that you are not an ordinary Chinese medicine doctor. I trust you. What you said must have a certain basis. I don't think there is anything I can't say." Master Zhang insisted for a while.

"Then I'll be frank... Is your father still alive? I'm a little rude to ask this, please forgive me!"

"Hey! What's the big deal? What's wrong with asking this? My father has been dead for more than seven years, and my mother passed away the year before last. What's wrong with this?" Master Zhang asked with a frown, feeling very puzzled.

Hearing this, Bian Mu couldn't help but let out a long sigh and smiled.

"Does your mother not like you a little? I mean, she didn't like you since you were born..." Bian Mu asked calmly.

As soon as these words came out, they immediately touched the deepest pain point in Master Zhang's heart, and Bian Mu found that the expression on his face suddenly became extremely painful...