Practicing business and practicing medicine

After a few attempts, Bian Mu realized that the male supervisor named Dou in front of him was quite willing to listen to a few words. Anyway, he didn't charge him for registration fees, so he just told him a few inside stories. It was based on this mentality that Bian Mu's diagnosis became clearer.

"In your impression, what is Mr. Kong's overall physical coordination ability?" Bian Mu suddenly said this.

"Coordination... just so-so! Our company usually pays great attention to the construction of corporate culture, and has always emphasized physical exercise. We have two sports games every year without fail, renting a formal stadium, and even having an entrance ceremony, hehe... I have seen Mr. Kong skipping rope, kicking a blanket, playing tennis... and so on. To be honest, he is not as good as me, very average."

"Is that so... then... what about golf?"

"Golf seems to be okay, and my level is also very bad. I basically can't play it. Mr. Kong is better than me anyway. Mr. Li is good at golf and has a first-class level!"

"Then... Mr. Kong goes hiking everywhere, Li Did you go with Mr. Dong?"

"Let me think...I don't think so! Mr. Li is very dedicated, a workaholic. Apart from playing a few rounds of golf, he has almost no business hobbies. Of course, this is just our impression. Mr. Li is usually serious...We can't get close to him, and we don't know many things."

"I see! I have a basic understanding of it. Let's continue talking about your grandson. I'll ask you something I shouldn't ask. Is your daughter-in-law very strong?"

"That's right! A strong woman who runs a decent advertising company overseas and a workaholic!" At this point, the male supervisor Dou Xing seemed quite proud.

It can be seen that the relationship between the father-in-law and the daughter-in-law is usually good, at least, not bad.

Once people have money, their tempers will naturally rise, and their personalities will become stronger invisibly. We are all successful people, so who is afraid of whom?! It's normal for them to be at loggerheads with each other!

"Then...what does your son do?"

"Associate professor at the Medical University, a teacher."

"Oh?! Doesn't he usually go to the clinic?" Hearing this, Bian Mu was stunned for a moment.

"A researcher at the institute, he rarely goes to the clinic, focusing on the autonomic nervous system and so on, a little introverted, a scholar. Even if he usually goes to the clinic, this thing is separated from the department...Besides, it has been said since ancient times that doctors don't treat themselves, so..."

"I understand, I understand! Then...Did Ling Sun grow up with his tutor, nanny, other relatives and friends...whatever? For example, he grew up with you two old people?" Bian Mu guessed a few words.

"This... is really the case. There is no way... My son and daughter-in-law are more ambitious..."

"I see! Ling Kong is the only son?"

"Only son! My son intends to have another one, but my daughter-in-law firmly disagrees!"

"I understand! Then... do you understand? Lingsun has had the habit of sleeping with his head down for a long time. Have you seen it?"

"This... doesn't seem to be the case! Then... I'll ask my wife?"

"Okay! I'm just getting off the car to get some fresh air!" After saying that, Bian Mu opened the right door completely and got off the car.

The rain finally stopped, but the sun didn't come out. The number of pedestrians on the street gradually increased, and the vitality of the metropolis with a population of tens of millions seemed to be gradually restored...

There is a small park in the middle of the street not far away, and the greening is very good. Bian Mu stretched a few times and took a few deep breaths. It was so comfortable!

After a while, Bian Mu got in the car and closed the door with his hand.

"The child seems to have that habit. Later, my son talked about him. As for whether he changed it or not, we are not sure." The male supervisor named Dou explained hurriedly with a somewhat anxious tone.

"It definitely hasn't changed! Moreover, it's getting worse every year! If you don't believe me, go back and ask other students in the same dormitory, and you'll know for sure!" Bian Mu was very confident about this and replied a few words immediately.

"Well... okay! I'll find out about this right away and report to you."

"You're welcome! Many years ago, I watched a documentary made abroad about a little girl who was born with a kind of dyslexia. Since she was a child... whenever she spelled a word, she would make at least one letter wrong. It was indeed a rare congenital mental illness. Later, her parents spent a lot of money to find a research institute, and finally a female scientist cured her. Later, the girl graduated from university normally and became a teacher. Your grandson... looks a bit like her... I have to see me to know what's going on. It's almost Mid-Autumn Festival! Beiqi is not far from here. When he comes back from vacation, let's make an appointment to meet."

"Thank you, Dr. Bian! That's great! Thank you!" Hearing this, the male supervisor named Dou was completely relieved.

...

9 minutes to 10 o'clock, Bian Mu drove to the community where Mr. Kong lived.

"Just park here! I'll go down for a walk, do you want to go up with me?" Bian Mu got out of the car.

"No! The company still has a lot of things to do. Thank you again! I'll park Mr. Li's car in the basement, change my own car and go back to the company. I'll have to trouble Dr. Bian another day!"

"Okay! Bye!" After saying that, Bian Mu walked southeast in the direction indicated by Director Dou.

The high-end residential area was very quiet. I walked a long way and didn't see anyone. I met a few staff members from the property management. Some were arranging flowers and plants, and some were cleaning up the surface water together. The whole community was kept very clean by them.

When he was about to reach District E, Bian Mu suddenly realized that he seemed to have been to the community before.

Taking out his mobile phone, Bian Mu called Nurse Ye.

"We're here! Wait, I'll pick you up right away. You really didn't even say hello in advance." After saying that, Nurse Ye hung up the phone.

Bian Mu didn't need to be anxious at all. He strolled around for a while. The life of rich people is comfortable. The community environment is too garden-like.

At this moment, Bian Mu accidentally glanced and found that someone was setting up a stall on the ground in the southeast corner. Eh? ! It's amazing. How could such a place allow peddlers to set up stalls to do business? !

Bian Mu's eyesight was amazing. He put his hands on the pergola and looked at it curiously from a distance. The stall owner seemed to be a lady. There was a half-grown boy squatting not far away. He was bored and playing with a model airplane or something.

"What's wrong with you? You don't even make a phone call when you get in the car." As soon as the words came, Nurse Ye hurried over.

"We are not strangers. I just arrived at the right place. What's going on over there? A street stall?! There are still such things in this community? Doesn't the property management care?"

"Hey! The old man in the family just passed away, and several grandchildren are fighting for the property. It's quite a big fight. She is deliberately crying poor. The things she put on display are the furniture and appliances used by the owner before his death. They are so old that they are toothless. Who wants them! She is deliberately making trouble to embarrass the elders. It's none of our business. Let's go!"

Nodding gently, Bian Mu followed Nurse Ye and walked towards the villa where Mr. Kong lived.

After walking a few steps, I don't know why Bian Mu looked back at the stall from time to time, as if something was left in his heart...