Beautiful beauties in the 80s courtyard

Chapter 325 Stick Your Head Over Here
Lu Qiaoge didn't find it troublesome, since she didn't expect to finish it in a day anyway.

You can also take this opportunity to train your awareness.

Even if it's not used in the real world, it's good to use it for infrastructure construction in space.

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

Whether Lao Hu uses it or not, it's better to be prepared.

Lu Qiaoge hurriedly left the space, picked up a pen, and resignedly began writing one word at a time.

Sigh, it's still more fun to play on social media.
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The next morning.

The sun rises in the east, the autumn air is crisp and clear, and the golden leaves sway gently in the autumn breeze.

The residential compound seemed to have been activated, instantly becoming noisy and bustling.

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

Lu Da took her there.

Lu Da only went to see his daughter once, after she started working.

At the entrance of the neighborhood office, Lu Da saw Lao Hu, Huang Juan, Sister Hua, and Sister Qiao. They all greeted him with smiles.

Lu Da knew in his heart that this was a sign that his daughter had a good relationship with her colleagues at work, and that they were giving her face.

This is very important.

He chatted warmly with the other person for a while before riding away.

Lu Qiaoge handed over the report she had written about Wei Xia to Lao Hu.

Old Hu gave Lu Qiaoge an approving look.

This girl not only has beautiful handwriting, but also great writing skills and a clever mind.

They really thought of everything.

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

The meeting covered several key points.

First, a unified investigation will be conducted within their jurisdiction, naturally targeting special incidents.

Secondly, several cadres who were courageous in discovering and solving problems and were not afraid of trouble were commended.

Encourage them to keep up their efforts.

The small meeting room of the neighborhood office was filled with a peaceful atmosphere.

After finishing their business, they talked about Wei Xia's technical skills.

Because Lao Hu witnessed it with his own eyes, no one questioned it.

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

This is beneficial for both her and the child.

Regardless of whether Wei Xia had a leave slip, the so-called production accident was likely caused by Wei Xia accidentally discovering his secret, leading to her being framed.

Therefore, the dismissal document is definitely invalid.

However, this matter is quite difficult to handle, and we also need to wait for Wangjiang Shoe Factory's decision on how to deal with Wei Xia.

Meanwhile, at the Baiheshan Sanatorium.

Zhen Xi sat in the consultation room that had been prepared specifically for Sun Ziliang.

Sitting on the other side was Chairman Zhen, whose expression was serious.
Chairman Zhen was accompanied by his inseparable secretary, Secretary Xue.

Secretary Xue smiled faintly, her eyes filled with condescending mockery as she looked disdainfully at Sun Ziliang's fingers resting on Zhen Xi's wrist.

They didn't even use a stethoscope or medical instruments to scan or examine; they just felt it with their fingers.

Can you tell what disease a person has just by looking at their fingers?

It's really a big joke in the world.

Isn't this just playing tricks?
The funny thing is, the people here actually believed it.

Western medicine is the most orthodox medicine in the world.

Although she grew up abroad, she had never heard of the term "traditional Chinese medicine" even after arriving in Hong Kong.

Secretary Xue refrained from raising any questions. But inwardly, she thought with a wicked grin, if this scene were filmed and broadcast on television, wouldn't it have a comedic effect?

Anyway, that's Zhen Xi; whether she lives or dies has nothing to do with her.

Chairman Zhen has no interest in traditional Chinese medicine.

The reason I came along this time was twofold: first, for my son Zhen Xi, and second, for the treasure that Zhen Xi's maternal grandfather had hidden.

He was considering whether to tell the relevant authorities about this secret. If he couldn't get the information himself, there was no need to suppress it.
The person involved, Zhen Xi, didn't seem to care.

It doesn't matter if he can't be cured; he has come to love this land.

Even though their travel was subject to various restrictions, he did not resent it.

Because this is a regulation, not a restriction on his freedom; they are seriously protecting his safety.

Most importantly, eating here means his secretary no longer has to taste each dish like an ancient eunuch.

Eat whatever you want, drink whatever you want.

They won't be suspicious or paranoid.

So, although Zhen Xi's head was still throbbing with pain, he surprisingly managed to calm down.

In addition to the three members of the Zhen family, there were three other people in the room: Director Wang of Baiheshan Sanatorium, the attending physician, and the logistics director.

Some people have said that Sun Ziliang is a genius.

This is something that only becomes known within a specific circle.

Those who don't know Sun Ziliang might just think he's a down-on-his-luck, abandoned old man living a precarious existence.

But those who know Sun Ziliang know that he is a miracle doctor. He should have made greater achievements in medicine, but he was forced to leave his hometown by his father and brother, and even promised his father that he would not practice medicine for twenty years.

Dean Wang smiled, his eyes filled with anticipation, watching Sun Lao's every move intently.

Privately, he calls him Brother Sun, but he actually prefers to call him Teacher Sun.

I don't understand why Old Master Sun listens to his father so much.
Given his personality, disagreeing would be the right thing to do.

The consultation room was quiet; even those whose minds were in turmoil dared not make a sound.

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

Although it hadn't been a long time, everyone felt like it had been an eternity.

But in reality, it only lasted ten minutes before Sun Ziliang withdrew his hand.

Then he said to Zhen Xi, "Poke your head over here."

Zhen Xi was stunned for a moment. What did you mean by peeking over?

"Put your head out here."

Zhen Xi quickly stood up. He didn't know how to stick his head out, and it was the first time he had ever seen an old man so rude to him.

Zhen Xi was very cooperative. He was tall and there were no chairs nearby, so he half-squatted down and stretched his head out to where Sun Ziliang's hand could reach.

Sun Ziliang's fingers pressed and explored the top of his head little by little.

Zhen Xi felt it; it seemed to be at the top of her head, where Old Sun's fingers lingered for several seconds.

"Alright, you can sit back down now."

Is that all?
Secretary Xue couldn't help but chuckle and asked, "Mr. Sun, don't you always use a stethoscope to check things out?"

Chairman Zhen did not stop him; in fact, he thought the same thing.

Dean Wang remained silent.

But he stared intently at Sun Ziliang.

Zhen Zihao asked anxiously, "Mr. Sun, have you figured something out? What exactly happened?"

Sun Ziliang glanced at Zhen Zihao indifferently.

Although his gaze was indifferent, there was a hint of pity in his eyes when he looked at Zhen Xi.

Then he said, word by word, "We've found the cause of the illness."

"What is it?"

Zhen Zihao felt a tightness in his chest and stood up.