Chapter 325: Stick Your Head Over

Lu Qiaoge didn't feel it was troublesome; anyway, she didn't think she could finish it in one day.

She could also take the opportunity to exercise her consciousness.

Even if it couldn't be used in real society, it would be good to use it for infrastructure in the space.

After being busy for a while, Lu Qiaoge suddenly remembered that she should make a detailed report on Wei Xia's matter.

Whether Old Hu used it or not, it was better to be prepared.

Lu Qiaoge hurriedly left the space, picked up a pen, and resignedly started writing word by word.

Sigh, it's still more fun to play in the space.

The next morning.

The sun rose, the autumn was high and the air was crisp, and the golden leaves swayed slightly in the autumn wind.

The family quarters seemed to have been pressed with a start button, and it suddenly became noisy and busy.

Lu Qiaoge's bicycle was left at the neighborhood committee.

It was Lu Da who took her there.

Since his daughter started working, Lu Da had only been there once.

At the gate of the neighborhood committee, Lu Da saw Old Hu, Huang Juan, Sister Hua, and Sister Qiao, all of whom greeted him with smiles.

Lu Da knew in his heart that this was a reflection of his daughter's good relationship with her colleagues at work, and they also gave his daughter face.

This point was very important.

He chatted enthusiastically with them for a while before riding away.

And Lu Qiaoge handed the report she had written about Wei Xia's matter to Old Hu.

Old Hu looked at Lu Qiaoge with appreciation.

This girl not only wrote a good fountain pen script but also had good literary talent and even better thoughts.

She really thought of everything.

Old Hu called all the relevant personnel to the small conference room for a meeting.

The meeting content had several points.

One was to conduct a unified screening within their jurisdiction, naturally aimed at the foreign spy incident.

Two was to commend several cadres who were brave in discovering and solving problems and were not afraid of trouble.

Encouraging them to make persistent efforts.

The small conference room of the neighborhood committee was peaceful.

After the business was finished, they talked about Wei Xia's technical ability.

Because this was something Old Hu had seen with his own eyes, no one questioned it.

Old Hu directly suggested transferring Wei Xia to the military clothing factory of the military factory.

This would be beneficial for both her and the children.

Regardless of whether Wei Xia had a leave note, the so-called production accident should have been Wei Xia inadvertently discovering his secret, leading to her being framed.

So the dismissal document must be invalid.

However, this matter was relatively difficult to operate, and it also had to wait for the Wangjiang Shoe Factory's disposal opinion on Wei Xia.

Meanwhile, at the Bai He Mountain Sanatorium.

Zhen Xi was sitting in the clinic specially prepared for Sun Ziliang.

Sitting on the other side was the serious-looking Brother Zhendong.

Beside Brother Zhendong was Secretary Xue, who was inseparable from him.

Secretary Xue's mouth curled into a smile, her eyes carrying a condescending mockery. She looked disdainfully at Sun Ziliang, whose fingers were resting on Zhen Xi's wrist.

He didn't even use a stethoscope, nor did he use medical instruments to scan or check, just feeling it with his fingers?

Can you know what disease a person has by using your fingers?

It's truly the biggest joke in the world.

If this isn't pretending to be a ghost, what is it?

What's funny is that the people here actually believe it.

Western medicine is the most orthodox medicine in this world.

Although she grew up abroad, even when she arrived in Hong Kong, she had never heard the words "Traditional Chinese Medicine."

Secretary Xue resisted questioning it.

But in her heart, she was thinking with a perverse sense of humor: if this scene were filmed and played on TV, wouldn't it have a similar effect to a comedy?

Anyway, that was Zhen Xi; whether he lived or died had nothing to do with her.

Brother Zhendong also had no interest in Traditional Chinese Medicine.

The reason he came along this time was, first, for his son Zhen Xi, and second, for the treasure hidden by Zhen Xi's maternal grandfather.

He was considering whether to tell the relevant departments about this secret. If he couldn't get it himself, there was no need to suppress this news, right?

The person involved, Zhen Xi, didn't care.

It didn't matter if he couldn't be cured; he had fallen in love with this land.

Even if their travel was subject to various restrictions, he didn't feel disgusted.

Because this was a regulation, not a restriction on his freedom; they were seriously protecting their safety.

The most important point was that eating here, his secretary no longer had to taste the dishes one by one like an ancient eunuch.

He could eat whatever he wanted and drink whatever he wanted.

He wouldn't be suspicious.

So at this time, although Zhen Xi's brain was still stinging and uncomfortable, he had surprisingly calmed down.

In the room, there were not only the three members of the Zhen family but also three others: one was President Wang of the Bai He Mountain Sanatorium, another was the attending physician, and the third was the logistics director.

Someone once said that Sun Ziliang was a genius.

This was only known within a fixed circle.

Those who didn't know Sun Ziliang only thought he was a down-and-out old man who had been betrayed by his relatives and was living a precarious life.

But those who understood Sun Ziliang knew that this person was a divine doctor. He should have achieved more in medicine, but he was forced to leave his hometown by his father and younger brother, and even promised his father not to practice medicine for twenty years.

President Wang had a smile on his face, his eyes full of expectation, watching Sun Lao's movements without blinking.

Privately, he called him Brother Sun, but actually, he wanted to call him Teacher Sun more.

He also didn't understand why Sun Lao listened to his father so much?

According to his personality, disagreeing would be the right thing to do.

The clinic was quiet, and even those whose minds were churning like a stormy sea didn't dare to make a sound.

At this time, Sun Ziliang was already immersed in a very special world.

Even though it hadn't been long, everyone felt that time was very long.

But actually, it was only ten minutes before Sun Ziliang withdrew his hand.

Then he said to Zhen Xi: "Probe your head over."

Zhen Xi was stunned for a moment. What did "probe your head over" mean?

"Stick your head over."

Zhen Xi hurriedly stood up. He didn't know how to stick his head over, and it was the first time he had seen such an impolite old man towards him.

Zhen Xi was very cooperative. He was tall, and there was no chair beside him, so he half-squatted and stuck his head to where Sun Ziliang could reach.

Sun Ziliang's fingers pressed and groped on the top of his head bit by bit.

Zhen Xi felt it; it seemed that on the top of his head, Sun Lao's fingers stayed for several seconds.

"Alright, you can sit back."

That was it?

Secretary Xue couldn't help but ask with a smile: "Old Mr. Sun, don't you need to use a stethoscope to take a look?"

Brother Zhendong didn't stop her; actually, he thought the same thing in his heart.

President Wang didn't speak either.

But he looked at Sun Ziliang with burning eyes.

Zhen Zihao asked anxiously: "Old Mr. Sun, have you seen anything? What's going on?"

Sun Ziliang glanced at Zhen Zihao faintly.

Although his eyes were faint, looking at Zhen Xi, his gaze carried a trace of pity.

Then he said word for word: "Found the cause of the disease."

"What is it?"

Zhen Zihao's heart tightened, and he had already stood up. ===== CHAPTER 326 =====