The morning light filtered through the gauze curtains, gently scattering across the faces of the twins, awakening them to a new day filled with energy and hope. My daughter slowly awoke, her cheeks rosy with sleep, but her eyes instantly lit up, like the first rays of light breaking through the clouds at dawn, filled with anticipation for a new day of medical studies. She gently rolled out of bed, slipping on her bunny slippers, and walked briskly to the bathroom, mumbling the names of the herbs she'd learned at the clinic the previous day, fearing she'd forgotten anything.
Meanwhile, in his son's room, the alarm clock hadn't yet rung, but he'd already opened his eyes, a calmness that belied his age. He rose swiftly, made the bed, meticulously smoothing every wrinkle. Then, dressed in simple, yet appropriate clothing, he stood by the window, gazing into the distance, seemingly contemplating the business situation he might face today as he accompanied his father to the company.
The family gathered around the breakfast table, laughter mingling with the clink of cutlery. Like a cheerful little bird, the daughter chirped and shared anecdotes she'd heard at the clinic. With a sparkle in her eyes, she vividly described how an old Chinese doctor could diagnose a patient's underlying ailment simply by feeling their pulse with three fingers. She was so enthused she almost forgot to eat the bread in her hands. Jiang Zhi listened with a smile, gently wiping crumbs from her daughter's mouth from time to time, his eyes full of fondness. He would also add some medical trivia to encourage her to think deeply.
The son was much quieter. He sat upright, chewing his breakfast slowly, occasionally looking up and asking Shen Qingchen about the company's schedule for the day in a calm tone. His words revealed a strong interest in business affairs and precocious planning. Shen Qingchen put down the newspaper in his hand and answered his son's questions seriously, his eyes full of satisfaction and expectation. The conversation between the father and son, although not as lively as the daughter's, revealed a tacit understanding of future responsibilities.
After the meal, the daughter couldn't wait to drag Jiang Zhi to the clinic. As soon as they stepped through the door, the familiar aroma of herbs hit them. She took a deep breath, feeling as if she were immersed in her favorite paradise. She began by graciously helping the clinic attendant sort the herbs, arranging them by efficacy and type. Her slender fingers gently stroked each dry yet vibrant leaf, muttering to herself as she familiarized herself with their properties.
Soon, a patient arrived for consultation. Jiang Zhi's daughter, like a minion, followed her closely, watching her mother's every move. Jiang Zhi sat at the examination table, patiently taking an elderly man's pulse, her face calm and focused. After a moment, she softly inquired about the man's daily diet and rest habits. The daughter stood nearby, her ears perked up, taking in every detail. As Jiang Zhi began to write a prescription, the daughter leaned in closer, her eyes following her mother's pen, observing the flamboyant yet profoundly meaningful names of the medicines, silently memorizing them.
At that moment, a young mother rushed into the clinic with her crying child, her face flushed red with fever and her cries heartbreaking. Jiang Zhi quickly rose to greet them, comforting the frightened parent while quickly examining the child. Seeing this, his daughter immediately ran to fetch a thermometer. Though her movements were a bit childish and flustered, she did her best to be quick and accurate. While Jiang Zhi was diagnosing the child and considering medication, his daughter remained by his side, offering to hand over the necessary items and occasionally soothing the crying child with her soft voice. Her attentiveness and kindness drew approving glances from the surrounding patients.
In the afternoon, the sun grew slightly scorching, and the clinic fell silent for a moment. Jiang Zhi then took her daughter to sit in the backyard and began their "medicine class." She picked up a honeysuckle plant, handed it to her daughter, and asked with a smile, "Honey, do you remember what this is? What are its benefits?" The daughter blinked her eyes and replied crisply, "It's honeysuckle. It clears away heat and detoxifies, and it can also dispel wind-heat! I remember last time there was an uncle with a sore throat, and Mom used honeysuckle." Jiang Zhi nodded with satisfaction, then picked up a angelica root and continued testing her. The daughter would tilt her head in thought, or answer confidently, creating a heartwarming interaction between mother and daughter that was filled with the transfer of knowledge.
At the same time, in the towering office building of the Shen Group, the son was following Shen Qingchen through various departments. They walked into the conference room, and an important project planning meeting was about to begin. The son sat quietly beside his father, his back straight, his eyes focused on the data report on the projector, and his notebook in his hand was already ready to record key information at any time.
At the meeting, department heads expressed their opinions on new market development projects, arguing heatedly. Some advocated aggressive expansion, quickly seizing market share; others suggested a more cautious approach, consolidating the existing foundation. My son listened intently, his pen constantly recording the pros and cons of each viewpoint, his brow furrowed slightly as he seemed to be weighing the pros and cons.
When it was Shen Qingchen's turn to speak, his steady voice echoed throughout the conference room. He clearly analyzed market trends, competitor dynamics, and the company's core strengths, proposing a compromise solution that combined the strengths of each. His son, beside him, was filled with admiration. He was not only amazed at his father's precise control of the business situation, but also quietly emulated his father's leadership style and communication skills displayed in front of others.
After the meeting, Shen Qingchen brought his son to his office to discuss some business details. Pointing to the mountain of documents on his desk, he said earnestly, "Son, the business world is like a battlefield. Every decision is a matter of life and death. Behind these documents are the hard work and expectations of countless people. You must learn to extract the key points from the complex information and make the most accurate judgment." His son nodded solemnly, picked up a market research report, and began to study it carefully.
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