Klein bottle personality

The follow-up of the medical trouble was handed over to the medical office. Ding Muyan still lived a step-by-step life, busy between the operating room, consulting room and laboratory every day.

He was still in the office that day when he received a call from Xiao Jin.

"Why aren't you off work yet?" Xiao Jin sounded like an old friend.

Ding Muyan glanced at the time: "It's still early."

"It's still early? The sun has already set! You have devoted your whole life to the cause of medicine. The country owes you an Outstanding Youth Award! Get off work, I'll wait for you!"

Ding Muyan was confused by his hurried tone: "What's the matter?"

"Take you to dinner. Last time you invited me to supper, this time I will pay you back."

"Can you count it as an invitation to dinner last time?"

"Then you can invite me today, I won't be polite."

Ding Muyan didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "What exactly do you want to say?"

There was the faint sound of traffic on the phone. "I have something to discuss with you, pack up quickly, I'm almost at your hospital."

Twenty minutes later, Ding Muyan walked out of the hospital gate, and immediately saw Xiao Jin standing beside the car waving to him. His slender and tall body line was outlined by the setting sun, like a statue bathed in golden light, dazzlingly beautiful.

Xiao Jin took Ding Muyan to a leisure club called Langyuan. The Chinese-style decoration is classical and elegant, the faint scent of aloes is refreshing, the sound of pipa music lingers like clouds and flowing water, and golden koi sway their tails in the mountain pool.

Once the door of the box is closed, the privacy is very strong. The sound of the corner stone lamp emits the soft and soothing sound of the guqin. A spotlight illuminates a few green bamboos under the wall on one side, and a painting " Han Xizai's Evening Banquet".

"I'll thank you first for such a waste of money." Ding Muyan said.

Xiao Jin poured him a cup of Xinyang Maojian, the fresh tea fragrance was pleasant and pleasant: "Hey, didn't you agree to invite me?"

"Didn't you cry and shout to invite me to dinner?"

Xiao Jin laughed loudly: "Then Dean Ding is willing to give me a chance."

When the dishes are served on the table, the freshest ingredients are carefully cooked to produce delicious dishes. Each dish is as delicate as a work of art, and the color, fragrance and taste are satisfying at one time.

Half full, after some chatter, Xiao Jin returned to the main topic: "Today I really have something to discuss with you."

Ding Muyan was curious, he and Xiao Jinsu had only known each other for ten days, so what could he discuss with him?

Xiao Jin put down his chopsticks, wiped his mouth and said seriously: "I have plans to shoot a series of medical-related documentaries, so I would like to seek cooperation and technical guidance from you."

"Documentary?" Ding Muyan was surprised, "You filmed?"

"To be precise, I am a producer and planner, and I have several experienced documentary directors and a professional shooting team. I am communicating with people from the Health and Family Planning Commission to get their support for this project. The problem will not be too big. Don’t worry about the sales channels after the documentary is finished, but I want to get advice from industry experts, front-line medical staff, and scientific researchers, so I thought of you first.”

Xiao Jin's attitude is very sincere, which is very different from his usual casual performance. His innate calmness makes people inadvertently generate a sense of trust. His beautiful voice and proper body movements can easily attract people's attention.Ding Muyan realized for the first time: this is what a serious Xiao Jin looks like.

"Aren't you engaged in venture capital? Don't you have a venture capital company?"

"Shao Jun said?" Xiao Jin narrowed his eyes and smiled, "That's right, but that's a side job, and making documentaries is my main job."

Xiao Jin has a well-established venture capital company, and it is estimated that only a person like him can do it as a sideline business.

For some reason, Xiao Jin brought up a completely unexpected topic, but Ding Muyan didn't think there was anything wrong, as if he believed that he could do it as long as he said it.

"So Producer Xiao, what specific plan do you have?"

For the title of "Xiao Producer", Xiao Jin obviously liked it very much. He smiled and said: "My idea is still very rough. My goal is to make a large series and make small series according to different directions. Basically, it is divided into several series. The theme of the block, cutting-edge medicine, medical ethics discussion, my country's medical contribution in the world, biographies..."

The two discussed for a long time. From the general direction to the small details, Ding Muyan put forward many constructive suggestions based on his professionalism and years of experience in the medical industry, which made the framework in Xiao Jin's mind gradually clear, and Xiao Jin's thinking jumped. From time to time, a new idea popped up, which opened Ding Muyan's horizons.

The more they chatted, the more they got involved, and they forgot the time. When the tea in the cup was left, they suddenly woke up in the middle of the night.

During this chat, the two of them seemed to be as good as ever, and Xiao Jin sent Ding Muyan home.

"Thank you, Producer Xiao, for your hospitality."

"Why are you being polite, Dean Ding is willing to show his face, this meal is worth it."

A "Dean Ding" came, and a "Producer Xiao" went. They had a great time, and the two looked at each other and smiled.

Xiao Jin glanced at the dark neighborhood, it seemed darker than the last time he came, and the only street light seemed to be broken: "The conditions in your neighborhood are too bad, I'll take you in."

Ding Muyan didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "No, I can walk with my eyes closed for just a few steps. Do you think I'm a child?"

"I'll take you in." Xiao Jin turned off the fire involuntarily, not giving Ding Muyan a chance to refuse.

The clouds in the sky are a bit thick, the moon is hidden in some corner, there is not even a little starlight, and I haven't seen any other residents along the way. If there is no one beside me, it would be a bit scary.

When he got downstairs, Ding Muyan stopped in his tracks: "Just send it here, if it's too late, hurry back."

Xiao Jin looked up, but it was still too dark to see his fingers: "Go, go upstairs."

Ding Muyan couldn't hold back him, and the two went upstairs together.This building is really bad, the sensor lights have to stamp their feet several times before they respond, and when they reach Ding Muyan's floor, they don't even light up at all.

"What's the smell?" Xiao Jin suddenly stopped in his tracks.

After being reminded by Xiao Jin, Ding Muyan also noticed it, and put down the foot he had just raised.There was a pungent smell in the air, and even the eyes could feel the hotness.

Strong uneasiness surged in his heart, Ding Muyan was about to step forward when Xiao Jin stopped him.

"Wait." Xiao Jin pushed Ding Muyan behind him, took out his phone, and turned on the flashlight.

Dazzling red rushed into the field of vision, and the door of Ding Muyan's house was blood-red, as if the gate leading to hell, soaked in the blood splashing the sky, looked extremely terrifying in the faint cold light, as if there would be evil spirits breaking through the door anytime and anywhere.

"You wait here." Xiao Jin looked stern and spoke forcefully. He walked up to the door a few steps, took a picture of the phone up and down, carefully touched the wall with his fingers, and took a closer look, "Yes paint."

Ding Muyan stood at the junction of light and darkness with a cold face, his anger looming.

The mobile phone shined on the ground from top to bottom, and Xiao Jin found that there seemed to be something beside the door. He bent down and took a closer look. It was a shoebox.

"You don't move..."

Before Ding Muyan could stop him, Xiao Jin had already lifted the lid of the box with his toes.

There was a lump of black and bloody flesh in the shoe box, Xiao Jin frowned and looked intently, it seemed to be some rotten flesh with black hairs.

"What is it, it's disgusting."

Ding Muyan walked up to him, looked down, adjusted his glasses, and said in a cold voice, "It's a dead mouse."

Xiao Jin got up and pulled Ding Muyan a few steps away: "Call the police."

5 minutes later, the police came.Several people met each other, old acquaintances.

"Dean Ding, it's you!"

Ding Muyan nodded: "We meet again."

"It's not a good thing to meet me often." It was the little policeman He Yue who called the police.

"Come and have a look, stop chatting." Xiao Jin coldly interrupted their greetings.

He Yue and another policeman rushed forward to check. They were first startled by the painted door, and then disgusted by a shoebox of rotten mice.

The light in the living room was brightly lit, illuminating the corridor outside the door. Ding Muyan sat on the sofa with his legs crossed, and the dead mouse was placed on the coffee table in front of him.

He looked indifferent, as if everything that happened tonight didn't matter, his eyes scanned inch by inch, first the rotten meat in front of him, then Xiao Jin, and then He Yue who was busy at the door.

Xiao Jin chatted with the two policemen, and when he entered the room, he saw Ding Muyan sitting like a godfather, and comforted him: "It's okay, don't worry, I will find a way."

Ding Muyan didn't have any panic or fear, but his face was a little colder than usual: "He is too naive to scare the doctor with a dead body."

Xiao Jin originally had a straight face, but his anger eased a lot after hearing his words: "It is not so easy to collect so many dead mice."

"Fortunately, I also heard that there are people who spill dung, compared to splashing paint, it is much more polite."

"You can explain yourself."

"Then why not?" Ding Muyan looked haughty, "I'm still alive and scared to death by dead things."

Xiao Jin showed seriousness, and sat next to Ding Muyan: "I don't say this, you can understand, but I still want to remind you. No matter who did it, if this person finds your home, he can Master your schedule, this time it’s throwing a dead mouse and splashing red paint, next time it might be a bottle of sulfuric acid, or even a shining knife.”

He was very close, and his deliberately lowered voice made the words extra heavy. Ding Muyan hadn't thought about this question, but Xiao Jin's words were even more terrifying.

"This is not an act of equal sentencing."

"Don't underestimate the madness of a desperado, and don't overestimate a desperado's knowledge of the law. An ignorant and crazy person is often terrifying. Civilization and politeness can't deal with a lunatic."

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