As a local policeman, is it appropriate for you to take over the job of a criminal policeman?

"Who said I was worried about him? Don't make up stories." The old man was very stubborn.

Although he said this, he still held his grandson tightly with his hands, and was extremely happy. "Come, let me show you the third-class merit my grandson has won. He is better than his father when he was a child."

The corner of Ye Guolin's mouth twitched. Why didn't this thing work on him? It really was a matter of generations.

After the old man was amused by his grandson, he stopped pretending and pulled Ye Lin aside to have a good chat, his eyes full of satisfaction.

Especially when he heard Ye Lin talking about solving the murder and dismemberment case of his wife, the old man couldn't stop laughing, "I said my grandson is smart."

However, as an old Chinese medicine practitioner, he could tell at a glance that Ye Lin's left leg was injured. When his wife Zhao Hongyan and his son Ye Guolin were not around, he silently pointed at Ye Lin's left leg and asked, "Is it injured?"

Ye Lin did not hide it and rolled up his trouser legs to show the old man, "He was shot, but he's fine."

The old man squatted down and pressed his calf with his hand, "Well, the bone is fine."

"Being a police officer is still too dangerous, my dear grandson, you might as well resign." The old man advised earnestly.

Ye Lin smiled bitterly. Buddy wanted to do the same thing. Isn’t it the dog system?

Besides, it would be a lie to say that you don’t have any feelings after working as a police officer for such a long time.

There is no such thing as a peaceful life, it's just that some people are carrying heavy burdens and moving forward.

This is not just empty talk. The longer I work, the more I realize that the stability of this society cannot be separated from the efforts of the police.

"Grandpa, let's skip this topic. Can I go for a walk with you?" Ye Lin changed the subject.

The old man sighed, knowing that he couldn't persuade his grandson.

But he still didn't give up completely. After thinking for a while, he said, "Well, come with me this afternoon. I have a patient to see, and I'll take you with me to meet him."

Ye Guolin just walked out and said, "Dad, Ye Lin doesn't know how to treat a disease, why are you taking him there?"

"Don't worry about it. I'll take you if I say so." The old man said arrogantly.

Ye Guolin could only shake his head. This is spoiling.

Ye Lin guessed that the old man was going to take him to meet some powerful people. He didn't care, but he didn't want to reject the old man's kindness, so he could only respond: "Okay, I'll go with you."

Not long after we sat down, the car to pick up the old man arrived. It was a black sedan, a mid-to-high-end car, not luxurious, but better than ordinary family cars.

Ye Lin got into the car carrying the old man's medicine box.

"Mom, where is Dad taking Ye Lin?" Ye Guolin chatted with his mother.

"Secretary Kang's father said he had a stroke and asked your dad to go and see him. I guess the old man wanted to take Ye Lin to meet some people so that he can ask for help if he has any problems in the future." Zhao Hongyan said.

"Secretary Kang? The boss in the provincial capital?" Ye Guolin asked in surprise.

Zhao Hongyan glared at her son. "It's not him. Your dad can do it. He's already so old. Look at how you're making a fuss. If you were willing to learn from your dad before, you would be the one taking Ye Lin with you now."

Ye Guolin was speechless. Why did the topic end up focusing on himself?

He had no choice. It's not that he didn't want to explain it clearly, but this thing still depends on talent. He didn't really inherit this talent from his father, so he could only say that he learned half of it. Relying on some family recipes handed down from generation to generation, he was able to do well.

But when it comes to treating these important officials, he is not qualified.

As soon as he got in the car, a young man wearing glasses sitting on the passenger seat started chatting with Ye Dingguo in a friendly manner.

"Mr. Ye, who is this?" He looked at Ye Lin.

Ye Dingguo said calmly: "This is my grandson. He just came back to see me. I asked him to help me get the medicine box. I am too old to carry it."

"Mr. Ye, what you said is true. I can help you get it. Is your grandson also studying medicine?"

"No, Ye Lin is a policeman. He just joined the company in Yuezhou. He just came back from vacation this time." Ye Dingguo replied.

After that, he turned to Ye Lin and introduced him: "This is Secretary Zhang. You should learn from her."

Secretary Zhang waved his hands repeatedly, "Mr. Ye, you are too polite. We are just errand boys. What is there to learn?"

Ye Lin saw that Secretary Zhang was also a young man, so he just nodded and said hello.

Secretary Zhang returned the greeting with a smile, but was secretly thinking in his heart: Mr. Ye probably brought his grandson here to ask the boss for a favor, but the boss has always judged people by their appearance, and the boss probably doesn't like Ye Lin, who looks like a gangster. That's bad.

But this has nothing to do with him. His job is to take the person over.

The car shuttled through the roads of the provincial capital and soon arrived at a corner of the city center. It was shaded by green trees and had a beautiful environment, giving a feeling of tranquility in the midst of a bustling city.

Ye Lin knew that this was where the bigwigs from the provincial capital lived, and he looked at the old man.

Ye Dingguo nodded and said, "Secretary Kang's father is not feeling well. We are here to see Secretary Kang today."

Ye Lin exclaimed, he really came to see the big leader for treatment.

But he didn't care. He didn't need to ask anyone for help. He just came to see where the big guys lived.

Just as he was looking around curiously, Secretary Zhang in front of him lowered his evaluation of him again: he was inexperienced and not stable.

The car drove in through an inconspicuous gate, at the entrance there were armed police standing guard, and inside were several detached villas.

They don’t have the magnificent feeling as the outside, but the traces left by the years make the villas look more solemn and dignified.

The car slowly stopped in front of the innermost villa building. Ye Lin carried the medicine box and helped the old man get out of the car, then walked in under the guidance of Secretary Zhang.

There is also a small garden inside, which is very quiet and full of lush flowers and plants, but everything seems very clean and orderly, making the atmosphere a bit depressing.

However, Ye Lin still admired the old man very much. Even though he knew he was going to meet a senior leader, he still walked calmly and steadily in such a place.

The decoration in the living room is very Chinese style, with some old mahogany furniture, which looks very old.

A middle-aged man with a sad face was sitting in the living room, rubbing his brows.

"Leader, Mr. Ye is here." Secretary Zhang tiptoed over to ask for instructions.

The middle-aged man nodded, came over, stretched out his hand and shook Ye Dingguo's, and said kindly: "Mr. Ye, I'm sorry to bother you to come here."

Although his tone was gentle, the aura of a superior was very strong, and he had a sense of majesty without even being angry.

Ye Dingguo smiled slightly, "Secretary Kang is too polite, why don't we go see the patient first?"

Secretary Kang made a gesture to invite him to sit down, "Mr. Ye, please wait a moment, someone else will be here soon."