Feihu Renxin [Flying Tigers + on call 36 hours]

The former college classmates were scattered all over the place. After Song Wei returned to Hong Kong for so long, he finally had the opportunity to get together and hold a small party. Song Wei also dressed up to attend.

"You call this 'dressed up'?" Che Che looked surprised.

Song Wei looked up and down, sweater, jeans, and high heels: "Verygood, fashionable, youthful, and leisurely." He snapped his fingers in satisfaction.

The problem is that it's too casual!Che Che tried to remind her: "You are a reunion of college classmates, everyone has a successful career, maybe you will wear a famous brand suit and tie." So should you also dress more formally?

them?Song Weiyi thought of his former classmates wearing suits and ties pretendingly, and he couldn't help but burst out laughing. "You don't understand." Song Wei ignored Che Che's suggestion and went out for the appointment in a chic manner with a bag on his shoulders.

Song Weiyi's appearance immediately caused a small climax among the classmates.

"What are you doing, you deified?"

"We are betting on what you will wear today." The former monitor was still covering his mouth and laughing.

"Boring. Are you satisfied with what you see?" Song Wei turned around coquettishly in the same place, and everyone quickly covered their eyes and cried out that they couldn't stand it. They all talked about Song Wei's time spent in the library for a whole class in order to review. It's a wonderful experience that I didn't even change my clothes during the week.

Song Wei quickly defended himself: "That's because I studied hard, I'm not like you. In today's words, I was a top student at that time! There should be applause here."

The students applauded in unison: "It's not just a top student, it's a god of learning!" The classmate looked at Song Wei enviously, "Obviously a classmate, the best of us barely became a specialist intern, you are already You are a specialist, are you on a rocket?"

The class monitor patted the talking classmate on the head and teased him: "You don't change your clothes for a week for reading and reviewing, and you will soon be promoted from an intern to a specialist intern."

"But Song Wei is really hardworking. Speaking of going to the UK to study medicine, she successfully applied for an offer from a British medical school before graduating from university. She walked faster than us, which shows that she went harder than us."

After hearing this sentence, the person concerned covered his face and lowered his head, not knowing what he was looking at.

"What are you looking for?"

"Find a gap and get in. Squad leader, I haven't seen you for so many years. I can't accept that you suddenly changed to a sensational route. And chicken soup for the soul is no longer popular."

"What's popular then?"

Song Wei cleared his throat and raised his head: "Brother Xin Zeng, you won't fail!"

Everyone pretended to beat her up, Song Wei hurriedly ran away, and everyone played around for a long time before subsiding.The friends who hadn't seen each other for a long time disappeared, and everyone seemed to have regained the intimacy of going to the library and eating food stalls together in the university.

Unknowingly talking about their current situation, the squad leader suddenly looked mysterious: "Do you still remember Huang Sir?"

"Huang Sir?"

"Because his wife is sick and needs a lot of treatment expenses, so why did you switch to become a private doctor, Sir Huang?"

"Smart!" The monitor snapped his fingers.

"Do you have any news about him?" Ever since Huang Sir became a private doctor, Song Weiwei has not heard about him. Seeing the monitor's smug face, he must know.

Sure enough, the class leader immediately wrote down the address of Huang Sir's clinic and handed it to Song Wei: "There are so many students in the class, Huang Sir treats you the best. I saw him before and asked about your situation. Find time to visit him."

"I still need you to explain. I'll go right away as soon as the party is over. Give him a surprise." Song Wei winked at the class monitor triumphantly, and put away the note.

"Do you want to be in such a hurry?" The squad leader laughed.

Song Wei gave him a look of "you don't understand". For Song Wei, Huang Sir is not only a good teacher, but also a good friend.

As soon as the class reunion ended, Song Wei called Zhuo Yuan and told him that he was going to see Sir at the university and would go back later so that Zhuo Yuan would not come to pick her up, and then groped for the address provided by the monitor.

It is not an exaggeration to use the word grope to describe it.Song Weiyi walked on the road, his face became more and more serious, until he turned into an old-fashioned residential area, Song Wei's doubts were even greater: with Huang Sir's ability, even if he can't reach the level of Dr. Fan Zhiyue, he must be serious and comfortable There is always no problem with the facade, how could he live in such a remote and simple place.But the address provided by the squad leader is accurate to the house number, so it shouldn't be false, right?Is it a prank?

Thinking of Cheng Cheng's bombing case, Song Wei sent Zhuo Yuan the address and Huang Sir's name to be on the safe side, and reached out to knock on the door.

There was a sound of rustling things and moving furniture, and after a while, it became quiet, just when Song Wei wondered if the class monitor was playing a prank, Huang Sir's familiar voice came from the room: "Who is it? As soon as the words were finished, the old-fashioned wooden door creaked open from the inside, and Huang Sir poked his head out with a look of vigilance.

"Huang Sir, I'm Welly!"

"Song Wei!" Huang Sir immediately recognized his proud disciple, and opened the iron gate in surprise to welcome Song Wei in. "How did you find this place? It's rare that you still remember my old bone."

"Huang Sir, you are talking nonsense again. How old are you? It is the golden age of a doctor." Song Wei smiled, and while Huang Sir turned to pour tea, he looked around the clinic.In fact, there is nothing to see. It is just a small private clinic converted from an ordinary residential building. It can be seen everywhere. The outside is a place for consultation. The inside should be an examination room or an injection room, but the thick curtains are drawn, so you can’t see it. The situation inside.There was still a pile of medicines that hadn't been put away in a mess on the table. Song Wei took a rough look, frowned, and turned to look at the inner room with vigilant eyes.

Not knowing if he was sensitive, Song Wei intuitively felt that there was a pair of eyes staring at him behind the curtain.

Song Wei's spine suddenly felt a chill, and he couldn't help shivering.

"Well?" Huang Sir handed the tea to Song Wei and smiled, "Is the air conditioner too cold?"

Seeing that Huang Sir looked normal, Song Wei also found it funny. He must have been with those Sirs for too long, and he was suspicious all day long: "Thank you, Huang Sir. Is there a patient inside?"

"A patient with inflammation, nothing serious." Huang Sir unnaturally glanced at the tightly covered inner room, as if he was afraid of something.

"Patients with inflammation? Sir Huang, you still said it's nothing serious, you've already used such a large dose of morphine." Song Wei casually joked about the painkillers on the table.

Unexpectedly, Sir Huang's complexion changed, and he hurriedly swept the medicine on the table into the drawer: "I suddenly thought that I have something to do, you should go back today, and come out and have tea together some other day."

"But..." Song Wei was pushed out of the door by Huang Sir involuntarily. With a "bang", the iron gate was pulled heavily behind him. Song Wei looked at the sign that closed the door to thank guests, and his doubts deepened as he walked back While thinking about it, there is a problem that I can't figure out.Sure enough, it's not material for being a Madam.

"Huang Sir is in urgent need of money. Instead of opening a high-end private clinic, he hides in this dark small residential building. The inner room of the clinic cannot be seen by others. There are a lot of powerful painkillers? Morphine?"

Song Wei suddenly thought that, as an over-the-counter drug, morphine has strict restrictions on its purchase and use. It is too abnormal for Huang Sir, a private doctor, to be able to get so much morphine. Besides, what does he need so much morphine for? Patients need a lot of painkillers?

Private doctor, secretive, patients who need a lot of painkillers, the fear in Huang Sir's eyes, it's hard to be a gangster!

It must be!Song Wei complacently made a conclusion for his reasoning.

Gangsters are also human beings, and they will be born, old, sick, and die, not to mention they fight and kill all day long, and the chance of being injured is higher. People who are often exposed to death must be more afraid of death, so they must be willing to pay higher rewards.Huang Sir chose to be an underworld doctor, so he must have a plan.

Song Wei decided to pretend that he didn't know anything, and helped Huang Sir keep this secret.

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