Merchant and doctor

Chapter 1782: Measuring Force with Force
Bian Mu had promised the mother and son to cure the disease. According to the treatment principles of the "Numerical Medicine" school, Bian Mu had to provide the mother and son with a set of scientific and convincing physical stress measurement results. If he didn't collect certain data on the spot, it would definitely be a lie. Anyway, it doesn't take much effort, so I came here to change my appetite and kill two birds with one stone.

The millet soup had more soup than rice, and was watery and tasteless. After just one sip, Bian Mu poured it all into the stainless steel plate. There wasn't much anyway, so it didn't look out of place.

"The Knife-Striped Face" didn't know how Bian Mu collected the food, but he just cooperated. Since Boss Bian didn't say anything, he didn't say much and just ate his food peacefully. Influenced by Bian Mu, "The Knife-Striped Face" had already developed good eating habits such as concentration and chewing slowly during meals.

Boss Bian said that the stomach and intestines are actually very spiritual. No matter whether you are rich or poor, if you don't truly care for them, your stomach and intestines will feel it. In the future, once you pass the age of 50, all kinds of problems will slowly emerge.

"Would you like some more side dishes?" Bian Mu asked casually while looking around.

"No need! You don't usually say that! It's best to eat until you are 70% full for dinner, hehe..."

"Then I'll go and make a fruit platter." After saying that, Bian Mu got up and walked over to the side dish window.

The fruit platter is also semi-selectable, with apple slices, pineapple chunks, banana pie... Bian Mu prepared two small portions, and each one was different.

Just as I was about to swipe my card, I inadvertently caught a glimpse of a few strong boys walking in from outside. They were wearing training vests, professional sports shoes with incredibly thick soles, all with short flat heads, and all carrying small backpacks used by athletes on their shoulders. Needless to say, they were students who were training.

With a flash of thought in his mind, Bian Mu quickly swiped the card with his mobile phone, and walked straight towards the sturdy boys with a fruit platter in one hand.

After observing secretly for a few seconds, Bian Mu concluded that these people were just very tall and their actual age was no more than fifteen or sixteen, and they should still be in junior high school.

Seeing that the two sides were about to collide with each other, Bian Mu had no intention of dodging and rushed straight towards the big dark-skinned boy who was leading the group.

"Hey! What's wrong with you?" The boy was unhappy and confronted Bian Mu head-on with his left arm.

Reasonable collision!

Without dodging or evading, Bian Mu collided head-on with the boy.

With a dull "bang" sound, Bian Mu stood there without moving, and the boy seemed to have hit a hard, thick wooden door and fell to the side and back involuntarily.

"Is that all the strength you have?! What can happen to that little boy?! Tsk!" Bian Mu had an idea in his mind.

The male students next to him were not happy at that moment. One of the skinny boys immediately grabbed a half-empty casserole from the table not far away and rushed a few steps to hit Bian Mu in the face...

"Ouch... bang... clang..." The guy who was about to attack Bian Mu with the pot was quickly subdued by the "knife-faced man" who came over.

The casserole was not a good one. It broke into pieces as soon as it hit the ground, and the soup spilled everywhere.

The "knife-faced" man's moves were as fast as lightning, and his moves were quite ruthless. Any man who saw him could guess that he was definitely not someone to be trifled with, and that he had probably been causing trouble on the streets. The other boys hurriedly helped the big boy who had fallen to the ground. They couldn't leave at the moment, and they couldn't afford to lose him, so they just stood there in a daze, not knowing what to do.

"You acted too quickly! I originally wanted to fight him a few times to feel how powerful a young man is. So, do you think how much strength this guy used just now?" While saying this, the fruit plates in Bian Mu's hands were as neat as ever, not affected at all.

Hearing what Bian Mu said, the "Knife-faced" man was stunned for a moment, then replied with a smile: "He is only a little older! He is just a student... Just like the time he swung the pot to hit someone? He must weigh at most 80 pounds?! He is so young and he hits people just because of a disagreement?! What do the teachers at school usually teach him? Don't his parents discipline him at home or what?!"

Finally, the "knife-faced man" scolded the boy in a neutral tone.

"More than eighty kilograms... Okay! I know what's going on. Let him go!" Bian Mu said with a smile.

Hearing Bian Mu's call, the man with the "knife-faced face" loosened his grip, grabbed the boy's wrist with his right hand and gently lifted it up, then suddenly and quickly pulled it down, not giving him any reaction time at all, and then quickly pushed it outwards. The boy suddenly took a few steps back and almost fell to the ground.

Those boys often fought with others, and this was the first time they had witnessed the fierce and cold skills of "Knife-faced Man". The boys' unique intuition told them that if the two men in front of them really wanted to use ruthless force to deal with them, it would be as easy as playing with a chicken.

"Learn something!" The "striped-faced man" glared at the boys, then drew a line from his chin downwards with a dark face, suggesting that they should get out of their way as soon as possible.

Those boys, as if they had been pardoned, followed each other to the window to get their meals with solemn expressions and tails between their legs.

After chatting and laughing, Bian Mu and his friend returned to their original seats to taste the fruit. It was okay, at least half of it was still fresh. It seemed that the owner of this store was running a legitimate business and not a black-hearted businessman.

There weren't many fruits on the fruit platter. When "Knife-faced Man" noticed that Bian Mu was walking slowly and somewhat absent-mindedly, he knew that this matter was not over yet and who knows what kind of strange person might show up later.

"Has the owner of this shop offended us?" The man with the "Knife-faced face" asked curiously.

"No, I suspect that those students with sports expertise who train their bodies are somewhat unreasonable in their daily lives, and from time to time they bully other students who look weaker. This kind of atmosphere is not good. If it is true, we need to help them correct it..." He said a few words half-jokingly and half-seriously, and at the same time, Bian Mu briefly introduced the experience of the junior high school boy.

"Oh! So that's the case... no wonder... now, campus management is much more standardized, and bullying is almost extinct. I know more about this. Boys, who are taller and stronger, tend to be full of confidence, and they like to show off when they encounter problems. However... it's not very reasonable for them to let the junior high school students do whatever they want without any persuasion. They need to take care of it!" The "Knife-faced man" replied with a smile.

Hearing this, Bian Mu smiled and said nothing.

After a long while, a short and fat man was seen walking towards them slowly.

"You two! Which road did you come from, friends? Have you dealt with each other before?!" The man pretended to be polite with a forced smile.

Upon hearing this, before Bian Mu could do anything, the "Knife-faced" man started laughing with anger.