Chapter 388 Jianghu Qi

From the beginning, Bian Mu knew that it would be difficult to open an individual clinic.

Let alone anything else, it would be difficult for him to pass the compulsory courses of Philistine Philosophy such as thick-skinned, clever words, hypocrisy and cowardice.

Sima Kui is definitely the top master in this aspect. To describe him as a philistine is to praise him. Even so, the old guy can actually express such a profound and personal understanding. Bian Mu is convinced that what the old guy said It's all true.

In other words, if Bian Mu wanted to uphold the righteous path of Qihuang, he would have to wear several more layers of armor.

Sima Kui has already said that he must make up for the lesson of traditional Chinese medicine books no matter what.

It is located in the third to last room on the west side of the third floor. It is quiet outside the new office, so it is very convenient for Bian Mu to sit in the office and make phone calls.

The call went through, but no one answered.

After sitting and waiting for a while, I called again, but still no one answered.

Thinking that something was wrong with Mr. Yang, Bian Mu connected the power supply, turned on Xinling's laptop, and briefly activated the Internet.

He has almost sorted out the improved formula and preparation process plan of "Yijin Pills (Powder)". After repeated demonstrations many times, Bian Mu thinks that they are impeccable.

According to common sense, he should discuss it with Uncle Huang and try to make the efficacy of this famous regional medicine more prominent. Afterwards, everyone will benefit, which can be said to be a win-win cooperation.

However, Huang Boxi showed no intention of cooperation in this regard.

Being busy is not a business. Bian Mu has learned much better now, so naturally he won't make trouble out of nothing.

"We have different backgrounds. That guy from Tao Wenjie City Mansion is much better than me. He clearly wants the improved formula and preparation process of 'Yi Jin Wan (Powder)', but he just keeps silent. What? Wait for me. Should I take the initiative to sell to her and the board of directors behind her? That's impossible... As soon as I open my mouth, I will be passive. I will definitely suffer a loss in terms of price, but... I can't sell the plan to other companies. For example, 'Yiyoukang', if for no other reason than that, without the key equipment of the 'Liu Shunrong' workshop, the efficacy of the drug will definitely be greatly reduced, so please wait a little longer! She can stretch me, and I can stretch her! "Bian Mu thought to himself.

At this moment, Uncle Yang called back.

"What's up?"

"Please help me find out something... It sounds a little noisy over there, what's wrong? Where are you?" On the other end of the phone, Bian Mu heard that Uncle Yang's surroundings were a bit messy and asked casually with concern.

"I'm at a relative's house, wait a minute! I'll go upstairs and talk to you on the terrace." As he spoke, he heard the noise getting further and further away.

After a while, Mr. Yang spoke.

"What's the matter? Tell me!"

"It's a small matter! How about... you go about your business first and I'll contact you after dinner?"

"It's okay! But it doesn't matter."

"Please help me find out who in the city has been collecting traditional Chinese medicine classics for many years, either before the Republic of China or from the Republic of China to the beginning of the founding of the People's Republic of China." On the other end of the phone, Bian Mu briefly stated his request.

"Oh... you are still used to it. You should really make up for these loopholes. Cen Songxue, you must know that we have had some dealings with him. As far as I know, his attainments in old learning are very deep. , in this regard, even famous doctors of Nie Yixiong's level may not be able to compare, that is hard work! Okay! I will ask them to implement the relevant information, and once verified, I will send you the specific name, address, and contact information. " On the phone, Mr. Yang made arrangements in a calm tone.

"Thank you! I shouldn't ask this question. Did you have any trouble there just now? Can I help you a little bit?" Intuitively, Bian Mu seemed to have guessed something.

"This... Hi! It's really dark under the lamp! How could I forget you! Are you busy now?"

"I'm not busy, I'm not busy! No, I just got transferred and I'm sitting in my new office right now! Do you want me to come over right away?"

"Then... if it's convenient for you, you can come over and have a look. Western medicine has no better solution. I just say that you should go home and rest. Maybe Chinese medicine can help."

"Okay! Then I'll get ready." After that, Bian Mu hung up the phone.

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Driving the van, Bian Mu first went to the bank to complete simple procedures and took out 5 "Rolling Dragon Golden Needles" from the safe. After a slight hesitation, he finally put the ancient porcelain vein pillow into his small backpack.

It stands to reason that Sister Yue, a senior fine porcelain master, has already made several imitations of fine porcelain pillows for herself, so there is no need to take all kinds of risks in taking out the original ones.

However, for me, Mr. Yang is definitely an indispensable and powerful foreign aid. I usually want to get close to others, but I never have a suitable opportunity.

Today, the opportunity comes.

Compared with those high-imitation fine porcelain pulse pillows sold by Sister-in-law, the original pulse pillow is still more effective.

As they galloped along, Bian Mu concluded that Mr. Yang was not an ordinary person. The social relations in his hands were extremely complex and he felt it was very difficult. The specific condition must be very complicated.

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Following the positioning data of his mobile phone, Bian Mu came to a newly built community, all of which were high-rise residential buildings with more than 33 floors.

Area E, Building 22, Unit 3, West Door.

As soon as he reached the door, Bian Mu was about to ring the doorbell, but the security door had been opened from the inside.

"Come in quickly! I won't delay your attendance at work, right?" As he spoke, Mr. Yang let Bian Mu through the door very politely.

"It doesn't matter. I will have to resign after a while anyway. Now that post is a casualty, they can be considered as taking care of me!" As he spoke, Bian Mu followed Mr. Yang towards the second bedroom.

The house has a wooden corner staircase, a simple small elevator, and a duplex structure with two floors.

"Everyone, let's go to the living room to drink tea first! You can't solve the problem if you rush. This is the expert in traditional Chinese medicine I invited, Dr. Bian! Come! Come! Make way, everyone!" As he spoke, Mr. Yang was greeting everyone. Waiting for tea in the living room.

Only the male patient and his parents, Mr. Yang and Bian Mu, were left in the second bedroom.

"This is my nephew, my nephew, his father is my brother, and this is his wife, Dr. Bian, a master of Chinese medicine!" As he spoke, Mr. Yang gave a brief introduction to both parties.

The male patient was lying on the bed, looking somewhat angry, and his eyes seemed to be able to emit endless anger at any time.

However, it can be seen that the patient is gradually losing his energy and is actually relatively weak.

Judging from his appearance, he should be a few years older than Bian Mu. He has black hair and a high and straight nose. He looks like a handsome guy at first glance.

The patient's parents were about to tell Bian Mu about their son's condition. Mr. Yang quickly winked at the two of them, telling them not to speak yet, and let Bian Mu take his pulse directly to test how much he weighed. .

Jianghu people have their own Jianghu spirit.

Having traveled around the world all year round, Uncle Yang inevitably brings with him some of the world's habits of being cautious, prone to questioning, and calm... which are normal phenomena.

Bian Mu put his small backpack on the corner of the bedside table, rummaged through it to find the ancient porcelain pulse pillow, placed it under the male patient's left wrist, and began to take the pulse.

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As before, Bian Mu got a "long pulse".