He turned a blind eye and just wanted to see the results.

“Beep~”

The gene hatch slowly opened.

Lin Qingqing immediately walked up to him, and before the hatch was fully opened, she reached in, grabbed Zhang Gong's shoulder, and led him out of the space.

When they came out, Zhang Gong was still lying on the ground, but Lin Qingqing was standing.

Lin Qingqing squatted down and put her hand on Zhang Gong's pulse.

There is no doubt that all indicators of Mr. Zhang are normal now.

She picked up Zhang Gong and put him on the large sofa.

Waiting for the doctor to come.

Just two hours after we sat down, Secretary Ye came in with two middle-aged men wearing Mao suits and carrying briefcases.

Secretary Ye was stunned when he saw two people, one lying and one sitting on the sofa.

Aren’t people who have a sudden heart attack unable to move?

This is common sense.

How could Marshal Lin?

"Mr. Zhang, have you ever thought of asking me for the medicine box?"

Secretary Ye pointed at the sofa and locked the door.

Walk straight to the desk.

The two doctors thought that Mr. Zhang had simply fainted on the sofa and didn't pay any attention to it.

Lin Qingqing raised her eyebrows slightly.

Has it reached this point that doctors are disguising themselves as important personnel in their workplace?

She coughed lightly and said, "I've given Mr. Zhang some medicine. He's now stable in all aspects of his health. I'll check him carefully again."

The two doctors recognized Lin Qingqing, but felt a little dissatisfied when they heard this.

They are Mr. Zhang's personal doctors. Marshal Lin just casually takes out medicine for Mr. Zhang. If something goes wrong, who will be responsible?

Mr. Zhang is not an ordinary old man. He shoulders the prosperity of China.

Little girls are little girls, they don't know the importance of things.

The two doctors looked at Secretary Ye who had opened the secret room behind the desk, wondering if he had heard what was said.

Lin Qingqing looked at the expressions of the two doctors and knew what they were thinking.

She stood up and walked to Zhang Gong.

Let’s see how the two doctors will examine Mr. Zhang later.

The two doctors did not dare to delay and immediately checked Zhang Gong's condition, checking his pulse and pupils...

Secretary Ye quickly took out two medicine boxes, gave them to the two doctors, and then turned back to close the secret room.

After the two doctors got their respective medicine boxes, they opened them hurriedly.

One took out an acupuncture needle and the other took out a stethoscope.

It turns out that one is Western medicine and the other is Chinese medicine.

Secretary Ye closed the secret room and came back. Seeing the two doctors busy, he didn't dare to disturb them.

Turning around, I saw Lin Qingqing standing beside me with a calm expression. I secretly admired her for her composure.

"I'll do the acupuncture, and you give Mr. Zhang first aid."

The two doctors worked for a while, and then the older doctor said to the other doctor in a serious tone.

The doctor nodded, and the two of them looked at each other seriously and were about to start.

"etc!"

Lin Qingqing took out a tube of ointment from her pocket, which was the antidote for the drug.

She twisted open the ointment and shook it under Zhang Gong's nose while the three people stared at her.

The two doctors and Secretary Ye followed the ointment with their eyes. Seeing Lin Qingqing put the ointment back into her pocket, they still didn't understand what happened.

At this time, Zhang Gong's eyebrows moved.

He slowly opened his eyes and saw three heads approaching, his brows slightly furrowed.

"Mr. Zhang, wake up!"

The young doctor was pleasantly surprised.

Secretary Ye asked hurriedly: "Mr. Zhang, how do you feel about the current situation?"

Zhang Gong waved his hand and asked the three people to move aside.

He supported himself on the sofa with one arm and sat up nimbly.

I felt relaxed all over, as if several big sandbags had been thrown away from my body.

The chest tightness and dizziness also disappeared.

It hurts to breathe.

Zhang Gong looked down at his hands and clenched them tightly, with much greater strength than before.

Secretary Ye and the other two had no idea what Mr. Zhang was doing.

Lin Qingqing quietly took a half step back and carefully watched Zhang Gong's expression.