The personal security of the beautiful president

Then, Ding Zhe left his house.

At the corner of the street, he saw Xia Xiucheng driving an old off-road vehicle.

This Xia Xiucheng is a local.

He is tall and thick, and he is a very sturdy man.

But Ding Zhe knew that he was rough but subtle.

As a newcomer, I was blinded by many things.

This guy actually used his unique method to help him get started quickly.

That's why he made an exception and promoted him from a school-level official to a two-star general as his adjutant.

At this moment, after Ding Zhe got into the car, Xia Xiucheng turned around and handed the two documents to Ding Zhe: "These two documents were sent from the War Department of the Imperial Capital yesterday, asking you to supervise the matter in the near future, please take a look..."

"Hmm!" Ding Zhe frowned.

Pick up the file and look through it.

The first information, clichéd, still talks about pirates.

Bai Gang urged Ding Zhe to solve the island problem that plagued the Dongshan Province shipping route as soon as possible.

"It's easier said than done..." Ding Zhe put down the file and pinched his forehead with his hands.

Before coming here, he vowed that once he moved in, he would solve the pirate problem with a thunderbolt.

But after arriving here, he realized that it was far from the case.

This group of pirates active in the outer seas of Dongshan Province is far more difficult to deal with than Miao Tianqi in Qingfengling.

They even resorted to guerrilla tactics.

Playing a game of cat and mouse with the coastal defense guards of the war department on the high seas, there is no way to start.

The only thing he can do now is to strengthen the wall and clear the field, tighten the fence, and prevent the opponent from taking advantage of it.

As for the complete annihilation, we still have to wait for the opportunity.

Ding Zhe directly threw the dossier aside.

Pick up a second copy.

This second part is new.

It is said that at the end of the year, the Wumeng held a martial artist competition between the Dragon Kingdom and the Ancient Dongying Kingdom in the imperial capital, and asked Ding Zhe what suggestions he had.

"What advice can I have?" Ding Zhe directly put the second file aside.

"Boss, about the martial arts competition. Do you want me to write a report for you later?" Xia Xiucheng asked.

"Well, you can figure it out." Ding Zhe nodded: "By the way, let's talk about this medical center."

Compared with these clueless things, Ding Zhe prefers his soon-to-open medical center.

"Well, this medical center is called Nanshan Hall, and it has a history of a hundred years in Yugang City. There used to be famous doctors in history, but it has declined in the past 20 years."

"The one who opened the clinic is the fifth generation descendant of Nanshan Hall, Xue Heng, 67 years old this year."

"Take a stupid grandson in his twenties to sit in the medical clinic."

"A few days ago, his silly grandson was found to have myasthenia gravis, and the hospital has already issued a critical illness notice."

"The old man can't afford to support the medical clinic, and he can't afford the medical expenses of his stupid grandson, so he has to exchange the medical clinic at a price of 500 million yuan, which includes the price of the house."

Xia Xiucheng reported like every treasure.

"Okay, if you bring the title deed, it's not much more than 500 million, go and have a look..." Ding Zhe said, pointing to the road ahead.

"Okay, turn left and you'll be there." Xia Xiucheng said.

between speeches.

Xia Xiucheng parked the car among a group of quaint ancient buildings.

Then, Xia Xiucheng pointed to an old building in the corner and said, "That is Nanshan Hall."

"Come on, let's go and have a look." Ding Zhe nodded.

Then he strode to the outside of Nanshan Hall, stood there and watched.

This is an antique two-story building.

The whole body is of blue brick and wooden structure.

The blue bricks on the outside and the old red-painted wooden pillars all show its history.

Ding Zhe reckoned that with the history of this house, there would be absolutely no problem in making costume dramas.

shook his head.

Ding Zhe stepped into Nanshan hall.

As soon as you enter the house, you can see that the inside is also in that antique style.

The ground is dark and the houses are raised high.

The space is filled with a faint smell of medicine.

Next to an old wooden table, an old man with a gray beard was giving an old man a pulse.

Seeing Ding Zhe come in, the old man sized him up and said: "If you want to see a doctor, go to the front desk to register first, the registration fee is [-], and then queue up at the back..."

The old man's tone was blunt, which made people very uncomfortable.

When Xia Xiucheng behind him saw it, he hurriedly walked to the old man's side and said, "Old Xue, this is what I told you, I want to pay Ding Zhe of your medical clinic, genius doctor Ding..."

"Ok?"

Xue Heng frowned when he heard this, and looked Ding Zhe up and down carefully.

Not only Xue Heng, but even the old men lining up behind Xue Heng also turned to look at Ding Zhe.

When everyone sees that Ding Zhe is so young.

Everyone had expressions of disbelief and doubt on their faces.

"Are you sure he's a genius doctor?" Xue Heng withdrew his hand that was giving someone else's pulse, then turned around and continued to look at Ding Zhe.

"Uh!"

As soon as Xia Xiucheng heard Xue Heng's question, he didn't dare to answer it.

the reason is simple.

In fact, he didn't know Ding Zhe very well.

As for Ding Zhe's plan to open a medical clinic, he felt that Ding Zhe might be doing a trick to sell dog meat.

Maybe, people want to inquire about the news through the medical center.

As for Ding Zhe, he is a genius doctor.

But he didn't believe it.

Seeing Xia Xiucheng's expression, Xue Heng became more determined. Ding Zhe was no longer a genius doctor, so he said, "Hehe, I think this little guy hasn't even memorized the most basic soup-tou song in Chinese medicine. He also came here to pretend to be a doctor." Miracle doctor, my clinic is for saving lives and healing the wounded, not liars, you guys go away..."

Unexpectedly, as soon as Xue Heng finished speaking, he saw Ding Zhe turn around and look at him with a smile, and chanted at the same time: "The four gentlemen's soup is in harmony with righteousness, Shenling, Poria cocos and licorice are better than each other, Yiyi Xia Chen is named Liujun, and eliminates phlegm. A bait for invigorating qi and yang deficiency!"

"Remove Pinellia's name and supernatural powers, or add fragrance and sand to make stomach cold..."

Next, Ding Zhe began to recite the soup song endlessly.

There are more than 500 soup songs in total, and Ding Zhe has already memorized them by heart.

There was really no pause in the delivery.

Xue Heng never dreamed that this guy didn't even recite the Tangtou song, and he started to recite it catchy.

He was also taken aback at the moment.

When Ding Zhe was halfway through memorizing it, he began to wave his hands: "This soup song is just something for apprentices, and it doesn't explain anything if you memorize it. It can only show that your foundation is still solid, and you can't be regarded as a famous doctor..."

"There is a kind of disease that you come to see this old neighbor..."

As Xue Heng said, he stood up and pointed to the silver-haired old man sitting opposite him.

The silver-haired old man was stunned when he saw Xue Heng standing up, and looked at Xue Heng with some puzzlement: "Doctor Xue, my illness..."

"It's okay, I just pay attention to him, and I won't let him drug you."

Xue Heng said firmly.

"That's good, that's good..." The silver-haired old man nodded reassuringly, then turned and looked at Ding Zhe suspiciously.

But here Ding Zhe said with a slight smile: "Come on..."

As he said, he sat down and was about to see a doctor for the silver-haired old man.

Beside him, Xue Heng said: "This old neighbor's old enteritis for many years is weak and not weak. I can't treat it with Tiaochang Decoction..."

Ding Zhe didn't speak, but stretched out two fingers and landed on the old man's wrist...

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