Chapter 325: Stick Your Head Over Here
Lu Qiaoge didn’t feel it was trouble, anyway, she wasn’t thinking of completing it in one day.
She could also take the opportunity to exercise her awareness a bit.
Even if it couldn’t be used in real society, using it for infrastructure in the space would be good too.
After busying for a while, Lu Qiaoge suddenly remembered that she should make a detailed report on the Wei Xia matter.
No matter whether Old Hu used it or not, it was better to be prepared.
Lu Qiaoge busied out of the space, picked up the pen, and resignedly wrote word by word.
Sigh, it’s still more fun playing in the space.
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The next morning.
The sun rose in the east, the autumn air was crisp, golden leaves swaying slightly in the autumn breeze.
The family courtyard seemed to have a start button pressed, instantly becoming bustling and busy.
Lu Qiaoge’s bicycle was parked at the neighborhood committee.
It was Lu Da who took her there.
Lu Da had only been there once since his daughter started work.
At the main door of the neighborhood committee, Lu Da saw Old Hu, Huang Juan, Sister Hua, and Sister Qiao; they all greeted him with smiles.
Lu Da knew in his heart that this was a reflection of his daughter’s good relationship with colleagues at her work unit, and they were also giving his daughter face.
This point was very important.
He chatted enthusiastically with them for a while before riding away.
Meanwhile, Lu Qiaoge handed the report she had written about the Wei Xia matter to Old Hu.
Old Hu looked at Lu Qiaoge appreciatively.
This girl not only wrote good calligraphy with a fountain pen, but also had good literary talent and even better thoughtfulness.
She really thought of everything.
Old Hu called the relevant personnel to the small meeting room for a meeting.
The meeting content had a few points.
First was to conduct a unified screening in their jurisdiction, naturally targeting the local special agents incident.
Second was to praise the several cadres who were brave in discovering and solving problems, and not afraid of trouble.
Encouraging them to keep up the good work.
The neighborhood committee’s small meeting room was filled with harmony.
After the serious matters were discussed, they talked about Wei Xia’s technical ability.
Since 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 factory’s military-grade clothing factory.
This would be beneficial for both her and her child.
Regardless of whether Wei Xia had a leave slip, the so-called production accident was probably because Wei Xia accidentally discovered his secret and was framed.
So the dismissal documents were definitely invalid.
However, operating this matter would be relatively difficult, and they also had to wait for Wangjiang Shoe Factory’s handling opinion on Wei Xia.
Meanwhile, at Baihe Mountain Sanatorium.
Zhen Xi sat in the treatment room specially prepared for Sun Ziliang.
Sitting on the other side was the stern-faced Chairman Zhen,
Next to Chairman Zhen was his ever-present Secretary Xue.
Secretary Xue had a half-smile at the corner of her mouth, her gaze carrying condescending mockery as she disdainfully watched Sun Ziliang place his fingers on Zhen Xi’s wrist.
He didn’t even use a stethoscope, nor medical instruments to scan and check, just feeling with his fingers?
Could he know what disease a person had just with his fingers?
It was truly ridiculous.
What else could this be but charlatanism?
What was funny was that the people here actually believed it.
Western medicine was the most orthodox medicine in this world.
Although she grew up abroad, even when she arrived in Hong Kong, she had never heard of traditional Chinese medicine.
Secretary Xue held back from raising doubts.
But in her mind, she maliciously thought that if this scene were filmed and played on television, it wouldn’t be much different from a comedy.
Anyway, it was Zhen Xi; whether he lived or died had nothing to do with her.
Chairman Zhen had no interest in traditional Chinese medicine either.
The reason he came along this time was first for his son Zhen Xi, and second for Zhen Xi’s maternal grandfather’s hidden treasure.
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.
The person involved, Zhen Xi, didn’t care.
It didn’t matter if it couldn’t be cured; he had grown to like this land.
Even though their travel was subject to all sorts of restrictions, he didn’t resent it.
Because these were regulations, not restrictions on his freedom; they were seriously protecting their safety.
The most important point was eating things here. His Secretary You no longer had to taste the dishes one by one like an ancient eunuch.
He could eat whatever he wanted, drink whatever he wanted.
No more paranoia.
So at this moment, although Zhen Xi’s head was still throbbing painfully, he actually calmed down unusually.
In the room were not only the three from the Zhen Family, but also three others: one was Director Wang of Baihe Mountain Sanatorium, another was the attending physician, and the last was the logistics director.
Some had said Sun Ziliang was a genius.
This was only known in a fixed circle.
Those who didn’t know Sun Ziliang only thought he was a destitute, abandoned, precarious old man.
But those who knew Sun Ziliang knew he was a divine doctor. He should have achieved even more in medical skill, yet he was forced to leave his homeland by his father and younger brother, and even promised his father not to practice medicine for twenty years.
Director Wang had a smile on his face, his gaze full of expectation, watching Elder Sun’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 Elder Sun listened so much to his father.
Given his personality, disagreeing would be right.
The treatment room was quiet, even those whose thoughts were surging like turbulent waves didn’t dare make a sound.
At this time, Sun Ziliang was already immersed in a very special world.
It clearly hadn’t been long, but everyone felt the time was very long.
But actually it was only about ten minutes; Sun Ziliang withdrew his hand.
Then he said to Zhen Xi, “Lean your head over.”
Zhen Xi was stunned for a moment; what did leaning his head over mean?
“Stretch your head over.”
Zhen Xi quickly stood up; he didn’t know how to stretch his head, and it was the first time he saw such an impolite old man toward him.
Zhen Xi was very cooperative; he was tall, and there was no chair nearby, so he half-squatted, stretching his head to a place Sun Ziliang’s hand could reach.
Sun Ziliang’s fingers pressed and groped bit by bit on his scalp.
Zhen Xi felt it; it seemed at the crown of his head, Elder Sun’s fingers lingered for several seconds.
“Alright, you can sit back now.”
That was it?
Secretary Xue couldn’t help but laugh and ask, “Old Mr. Sun, shouldn’t you at least use the stethoscope to check?”
Chairman Zhen didn’t stop her; actually, he was thinking the same.
Director Wang didn’t speak either.
But his gaze burned intently at Sun Ziliang.
Zhen Zihao asked somewhat anxiously, “Old Mr. Sun, have you seen something? What’s really going on?”
Sun Ziliang glanced faintly at Zhen Zihao.
Although the glance was faint, when looking at Zhen Xi, it carried a trace of pity.
Then he said word by word, “Found the cause of the illness.”
“What is it?”
Zhen Zihao’s heart tightened as he stood up.
