When he threw a thick stack of property ownership certificates in front of his wife, Ding Qiunan stared wide-eyed.
"Wow, you've only been gone a short time and you've already taken care of so much?"
"What do you think?" Li Chu's smug expression was like that of a child who had gotten a good grade and was waiting for his mother's praise.
He picked up his wife's water glass from the table and gulped down several mouthfuls of water.
"Let me tell you, apart from the room in the middle courtyard and the room in the backyard of Lao Yi's house, everything else is taken care of. Oh, no, there's also one room at Xu Damao's house."
What are you going to do about Da Mao's family?
"Same, bought it for six hundred yuan."
"I don't think he'll take the money."
"That won't do. You have to give it to me. Otherwise, what would I be? What if someone sues me for this someday? I wouldn't be able to explain myself."
"Not bad, no arrogance." Ding Qiunan's teachable expression made Li Chu both amused and exasperated.
"I'm that kind of person."
While the couple was having a pleasant conversation, several people from the Intermediate People's Court were already getting restless.
The family that swapped houses with He Yuzhu back then also came back, and the several families in the courtyard gathered together to discuss things.
"What do we do now? We've sold everything that could be sold in the front and back yards."
"They're so inconsiderate. Didn't we agree to stand together through thick and thin?"
Hearing the words of the male head of the household in the main house, Qin Huairu revealed a hint of disdain on her lips.
"Stand together through thick and thin? Ever since her second and third uncles talked about this yesterday, she knew it was impossible. Everyone has their own agenda."
The reason why people in the front and back yards can sell their houses together is because their houses are about the same size. Once one person sells, it's impossible for the others to raise the price, unless you don't plan to move to a different apartment building.
Selling it to someone else is even more impossible. Who wouldn't ask around? If someone else sells it for six hundred, and you're asking me for seven hundred, what's wrong with me? Do I look like a bastard?
"Now only a few of us are left. What should we do? Let's come up with a plan. Otherwise, if Li Chu digs up the front yard, we'll be in big trouble."
Qin Huai called out to Old Cai, who lived next door to her.
She sat there without saying a word. Whether these shops were for sale or not was none of her business. She had already made up her mind to sell to Li Chu. Seven hundred yuan a room, or at the very least six hundred, she could grit her teeth and accept it as an apology to him.
"Huai Ru, why don't you offer your opinion?"
“Hey, what can a woman like me say? But I already told Lao Cai this morning that I’ll sell it for 700 a room as soon as he agrees.”
"This...this is a full hundred less than the price we discussed last night."
"What can we do? Unless you want to watch them tear down the front yard, then it will be difficult for us to come and go. Besides, aren't those other houses in the front and back yards cheaper than what we talked about last night?"
The Gene Era
“Huai Ru, don’t you have a good relationship with Li Chu’s wife? Why don’t you talk to her about it?”
“I have a good relationship with them? You overestimate me. They just feel sorry for me because I'm a widow. You all know what I did before, right? I'm already grateful that their husbands haven't come after me. Why would I bother with them?”
After hearing Qin Huairu mention seven hundred, the person in the main house also began to ponder it in his heart.
His house is bigger, and it's the main house. Last night he said that 2,500 was an outrageous price, but 2,000 should be about right, or at the very least 1,800.
With this in mind, he felt much more at ease and planned to talk to Qin Huairu after they finished discussing it, asking her to take him to find Li Chu.
Otherwise, he wouldn't know anyone at all, and wouldn't know where to look for them.
...
At the main hospital, a young doctor rushed out of the operating room and ran away, ignoring the patients' family members gathered at the operating room door.
He couldn't help but be anxious, as there was still a patient lying on the operating table whose fate was uncertain.
It would be more appropriate to say "the injured person," especially since this injured person was someone who worked at their main hospital.
The people who were gathered around the operating room door just now were the coworkers of the person inside.
These people were working on demolishing the old administration building for their main hospital. One of them was accidentally hit in the chest by a large brick while working and started vomiting blood on the spot.
After they were brought here, they were taken to the operating room quickly, but the surgery couldn't continue halfway through. They couldn't find one or even two bleeding points, and the team almost turned the chest cavity inside out.
There was nothing else they could do but have someone call Li Chu.
This wasn't the first or second time this had happened. The thought that he, as the head surgeon of the main hospital, had repeatedly sought help from a traditional Chinese medicine doctor, even though that doctor was a hospital leader, made him feel so ashamed he wanted to bang his head against the wall.
However, all he could do now was silently pray that Dean Li would be at the hospital, otherwise they would have to watch helplessly as the worker died on the operating table because the blood transfusion couldn't keep up with the bleeding.
Isn't this that famous math problem?
The young doctor who ran out of the operating room went to a nearby office, picked up the phone, and dialed a number.
"Hello, Assistant Zhao, this is from the operating room. Is Dean Li here? We'd like to ask him for a favor."
...
"What? You went out?"
...
"Oh, okay, I won't hang up. Could you please check and ask him to come to the operating room as soon as possible if he's there?"
Knowing the urgency of the situation, Zhao Zhijun tossed the phone onto his desk and ran out.
He first ran to Li Chu's office and grabbed the white coat hanging on the wall, then ran towards the stairwell.
The sound of running attracted everyone in the second-floor office to come out and see what was going on.
Seeing Zhao Zhijun running around with a white coat, they knew there must be another critically ill or important patient, so they all retreated back to the office.
"Sir, the operating room called and asked for your help."
The short, intense run left Zhao Zhijun breathless, but he still managed to say it through his own breath.
When Li Chu saw him appear at the door with a white coat in his hand, he knew something must have happened. He stood up, took a needle case from his bag on the desk, and walked towards the door.
He took his white coat and walked quickly out of the building, saying, "Tell them I'll be there in two minutes."
"yes"
Ding Qiunan, who had just stood up, sat back down when she heard the operating room calling. She was used to this kind of thing; it happened countless times, not just during the day, but also in the middle of the night. So now, Li Chu usually drives home by himself at night, so the car is right at his doorstep and convenient if he needs it.
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