Outside the door.
It was a strange big man in black.
When Yang Hua saw him, her first reaction was to close the door.
The big man in black quickly stretched out his hand to block the door, "Ms. Yang, our master Yang Lai wants to see you."
As he spoke, he made way for Yang Hua to look behind him.
There was no expression on Yang Hua's face. She was used to doing farm work and was very strong. Just as she was about to close the door by brute force, she saw the scene behind the man.
Behind him is a middle-aged man.
There were slight traces of time on the man's face. If you look closely, his eyebrows were slightly similar to those of Yang Hua, and his temples were gray. More importantly, he was sitting in a wheelchair.
When Yang Hua saw this scene, her expression didn't change much, but her hand holding the door handle tightened slightly.
Seeing Yang Hua clearly, the man in the wheelchair looked a little excited. He struggled to stand up from the wheelchair, but before he could stand up, he sat back in the wheelchair. Finally, he only stammered and looked at Yang Hua: "Baozhu..."
...
...
"Bang——" Yang Hua closed the door.
It's already past seven in the evening.
It was almost November, it was getting late, and there was hardly anyone to be seen in the village.
Outside the door.
The middle-aged man in the wheelchair looked at the gate for a long while before speaking in a hoarse voice, "Let's go back to town first and come back tomorrow."
The big man next to him reached out and pushed his wheelchair back.
The cement road in the village had been built less than a year ago and was very new. The big man pushed the middle-aged man to the cement road at the entrance of the village, and a car slowly stopped.
The car is a modified and extended type.
Can accommodate a wheelchair.
The car stopped, the big man put down the pedal, pushed the wheelchair into the back of the car and secured it.
An old man wearing reading glasses got out of the car from the passenger seat and handed a document to Yang Lai, saying respectfully, "This is Miss Baozhu's information over the years."
Hearing this, Yang Lai directly opened the document and read it carefully, "Let's go back to town first."
The description of Yanghua in the information is very simple.
It only said that she was sold three times and finally married a fool in Wanmin Village. She did not continue her studies. There was nothing else. It seemed that she had an adopted daughter.
This is the information Yang Lai asked a private detective to collect. There is not much information.
Even the information about her adopted daughter is vague.
In this case, either the information has been deliberately concealed, or there is nothing worth finding out.
Looking at these less than two pages of paper, Yang Lai could imagine how difficult it had been for Yang Hua in the past few years.
Soon, the car returned to the town.
Yang Lai locked himself in the room.
An old man wearing reading glasses got off the bus. He did not enter the hotel, but just looked in the direction of Wanmin Village.
The man in black handed the two photos in his hand to the old man, "Butler, these are the photos I took these two days."
The housekeeper lowered his head and squinted to see that the photos were two candid photos of Yang Hua.
She was holding a bundle of firewood in her hand and seemed to be talking to someone off-camera. There were two ducks at her feet.
The butler frowned slightly, remembering the information about Yang Hua in the file. He returned the photo to the big man in black: "I understand."
"Miss Baozhu has several relatives," the big man in black followed the housekeeper into the hotel, "Did the detective find out? The people in this village are too backward and a bit feudal."
There is very little information about Yanghua.
Even private investigators can't figure it out.
As for the people of Wanmin Village, the big man in black had also met them. When asked, they knew nothing about anything and did not mention anything about Yang Hua. They just called them "village guards" in a mysterious way.
Too feudal.
The housekeeper shook his head, "There is no news about Miss Baozhu's relatives."
"Then should I ask the people around me?" The big man in black was stunned, then spoke.
"No need," the butler pondered for a moment. Miss Baozhu was enough of a headache for him, and he had to spend time teaching her basic etiquette, not to mention those barbarians in the village. "Don't alert the enemy. Let the accompanying doctor keep an eye on the master's physical condition at all times."
He turned around, frowning. Yanghua was too remote, and he had to take a plane, then a train, and finally a bus.
If he hadn't come here in person, he wouldn't have known that such a backward place existed.
**
This is Meng Fu.
She had already arrived at the box. Su Cheng had perfect timing and the food had just been served when she arrived.
At the dinner table, Zhao Fan mentioned the charity variety show to Meng Fu.
"Cooperating with the national TV station is an opportunity that you can't ask for, but working in a hospital involves great risks. It's up to you." Zhao Fan picked up the chopsticks and picked up a piece of pork ribs.
Zhao Fan didn't want Meng Fu to miss this opportunity.
Meng Fu picked up the chopsticks and looked at Su Cheng, "What's the specific situation?"
"It takes a month," Su Cheng half-closed his eyes and slowly explained, "The original design of this program on the national channel was to reveal to the general public the most realistic hospitals, birth, aging, illness and death, as well as conflicts in various industries. The team leader is an old professor who has resources in remote areas, and the environment will not be very good."
One month...
Zhao Fan raised his head and looked at Meng Fu, "This program doesn't pay much, so let's not take it."
Meng Fu's phone lit up. It was a message from the village chief.
[A stranger has been looking for your mother recently.] 】
Meng Fu narrowed her eyes, biting her chopsticks, and sent a message to the village chief, still mumbling to Zhao Fan: "I'll go to this variety show."
Zhao Fan was surprised by Meng Fu's decision, but he didn't ask why. "Okay, then I'll contact Manager Sheng and ask him about the specific situation."
She sent a WeChat message to Manager Sheng to tell him about Meng Fu's decision.
As soon as Zhao Fan replied, Manager Sheng called her. She picked up the phone and said, "Manager Sheng."
"Sister Fan, the show ER is not suitable for Miss Meng," Manager Sheng said in a serious voice. "This is not a traditional variety show. The guests have to assist the doctors and get familiar with the hospital system. The most important thing about this show is that it has no script at all. You don't know what kind of emergency patients you will encounter. I have learned that one of the guests invited by the organizer is a very popular doctor blogger. Some of the other guests graduated from nursing majors, and some have filmed similar TV shows. They are familiar with the emergency room and know what to do."
"But Miss Meng has never been exposed to these things. It's easy to make mistakes on the show, and if she's not careful, people's lives will be at stake. How many people are waiting for her to make a mistake? Let Miss Meng participate in Super Brain. Why take such a risk?"
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