The Barefoot Doctor of the Siheyuan

Professor Hu Guangshen hurriedly shook the phone to notify the printing factory, and immediately took down Professor Gu Yuehua's paper, and waited for Li Donglai's paper to be delivered before printing.

Hearing the content of the conversation, Zhang Zhigao curled his lips, this Gu Yuehua is really unlucky.

. . .

Fortunately, the machines in the printing factory were still warming up, so there was no time to print.

Otherwise, it would be a major accident.

After putting down the phone, Professor Hu Guangshen wiped the sweat from his forehead, picked up the tea, sipped it, and carefully studied the paper.

Like the previous paper, this paper has detailed steps and high feasibility.

Likewise, the CPR steps described in the paper seem to have been practiced thousands of times.

Such a talent is too wronged to stay in the rolling mill hospital.

If you can enter a university for a few years and receive a professional medical knowledge, there may be a famous medical professor at home and abroad in Huaxia.

Thinking of this, Hu Guangshen shook the phone to a student: "Geng Heng?"

The person on the other side of the phone was obviously stunned. After hearing the voice, he was overjoyed: "Mr. Hu, how are you doing recently? I went to see you two days ago, and you happened to be on a business trip in Guangzhou."

"I heard from your teacher's wife about this." Hu Guangshen nodded while holding the phone, "I called you today to ask you to check the information of a doctor."

"Doctor's information? What's his name?" Geng Heng agreed without hesitation. As a secretary of a ministry, it is easy to check the files.

. . .

Ten minutes later, Hu Guangshen got the detailed information of Li Donglai.

Looking at the age recorded on the paper, he frowned.

"25 years old... already missed the age to take the college entrance examination."

"Unless...can be converted into a cadre status and be recommended by the district-level health department."

Although he had a solution, Professor Hu Guangshen hesitated.

He never wanted to interfere with local affairs.

After standing in front of the window and thinking for a long time, Professor Hu Guangshen finally picked up the phone.

. . .

Chapter 113 Discuss with Chen Xueru

Not knowing that he has been targeted by Li Donglai, he is still immersed in the joy of practicing CPR.

Cough, as a serious doctor, it is understandable to practice a few more times.

Of course, Ding Qiunan was still the subject of the practice.

After several times of practice, Ding Qiunan has completely adapted to Li Donglai's rhythm.

The body can no longer feel a little pain, but because the muscles relax, it produces an irrepressible pleasure.

She was lying on the bed, looking at Li Donglai who was riding on her with a blushing face, who was sweating profusely from exhaustion.

This rough guy really belongs to the donkey.

A complete cardiopulmonary resuscitation was completed, and Li Donglai was about to get up after checking the results.

Suddenly, there was a sound of heavy footsteps outside the door.

The footsteps hit Li Donglai's heart like a hammer.

Too bad, even though he and Ding Qiunan are dating, they haven't got any proof yet.

If caught, a big penalty cannot be escaped.

Ding Qiunan also woke up from the afterglow, his face suddenly turned pale.

"Brother Donglai, outside..."

The sound of footsteps was close at hand, and Ding Qiunan's clothes were thrown messily on the ground. (You need to unbutton your shirt to perform cardiopulmonary rehabilitation)

It's too late for her to put it on again.

"Shh, I'll handle it!"

Li Donglai turned over and got out of bed, without thinking too much, covered Ding Qiunan with the quilt.

Well, strictly.

He buttoned his shirt as he walked, then fastened the belt of his trousers.

When you come to the door, don't forget to pull the hem of the shirt to smooth out the folds on it.

"Tuk-tuk" knocked on the door on time.

Li Donglai took a deep breath and gently opened the door.

Mr. Lu Zhishen said that if two or more events occur, and one of them will lead to disaster, the probability of this event will increase dramatically.

Especially when you have fear in your heart.

Outside.

A middle-aged man with a dark complexion and a tawny uniform of a security officer stood silently.

He seemed to sense that there was something wrong with the smell in the air, and his nose twitched twice.

Then he sized up Li Donglai suspiciously, a look of doubt gradually appeared on his face.

Li Donglai suppressed the tension in his heart and pursed his lips: "Comrade, what do you do?"

The middle-aged man withdrew his gaze and pointed to his feet.

On the ground, a piece of army green coarse cloth was quietly placed.

Li Donglai's heart, which was already hanging in his throat, suddenly let go.

The right hand that clenched the pen was also relaxed.

The security officers were not here to arrest people, but Gu Shen sent them to deliver cloth for hats.

Delivering the cloth to the door, the security officer seemed to have accomplished his task.

Without saying a word, he turned and left.

Li Donglai's eyes fell on his bulging waist, and he stopped him:

"Comrade, may I ask your name?"

This person was able to deliver the cloth, obviously he was a close friend of Gu Shen and Zhou Dao.

In the future, we may have to deal with each other many times, so it is better to find out the basics.

Hearing this, the middle-aged man turned his head slowly, his dark face expressionless: "I call me Wang Duozi, and everyone in the factory calls me bald."

Saying this, he took off his hat, leaving nothing on his scalp.

He just took off his hat lightly, put it back on quickly, and left without a sound before Li Donglai could react.

Li Donglai frowned as he watched his back disappear at the end of the stairs.

This person was too indifferent, exuding a cold aura all over his body.

There was neither embarrassment nor complacency in his eyes as he took off his hat.

It's like showing something that isn't your own.

Although it was just a face-to-face meeting, Li Donglai firmly remembered the bald head in his heart.

People who don't take themselves seriously often don't take others seriously either.

Such a person may not be very powerful, but he must be terrifying.

He dared to kill.

Just like the green skin on the streets of Beijing.

Those hugging each other, wearing general school coats, riding bicycles, and holding bicycle chains, looked awesome.

In a real fight, it might not be the opponent of a stunned guy with a kitchen knife.

. . .

Turn around and go back inside the house.

Ding Qiunan was already dressed.

She blushed and said, "Brother Donglai, we can no longer practice here."

"It's bad to be caught."

The footsteps just now really frightened her.

Li Donglai looked at Ding Qiunan's timid appearance, and cursed secretly in his heart: "Damn Gu Shen, you really know how to pick the time to deliver the cloth."

He pinched Ding Qiunan's little nose, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Then how about going to my house?"

"..."

Ding Qiunan limped away.

Li Donglai took out the sack that he had prepared earlier, and packed the cloth.

Then, carry it outside the gate and put it on the back seat of the bicycle.

He got on his bicycle and went straight to Xueru's tailor shop.

This kind of dangerous thing is naturally done by old acquaintances.

The tailor's shop was open, and there were trivial voices inside.

"Oh, Boss Chen, you can save another [-] cents. Now it's not as good as before. Everyone's life is hard."

"Comrade Zhang, it can't be any cheaper. You see, the fabric of this cheongsam is made of Su satin. Today is different from the past. These materials are much more expensive than before."

"Hey, you know it's different now. Look at the street, who dares to wear a cheongsam? That's me, willing to spend money to buy it and wear it as pajamas at home. Tell me, is it cheap?"

"It really can't be cheap, no matter how cheap it is, I can't even afford the cost of fabrics...Hey...don't go."

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