Outside the door.

He is a strange man in black.

When Yang Hua saw him, her first reaction was to close the door.

The man in black quickly reached out and blocked the door, "Ms. Yang, our gentleman Yang Lai is looking for you."

As he said that, he made a way out and let Yang Hua look at him behind him.

Yang Hua's face has never had any expression. She is used to farm work and is very strong. She is about to close the door with brute force when she sees the scene behind the man.

Behind him is a middle-aged man.

There were traces of time on the man's face. Looking closely, his eyebrows were slightly similar to those of the sunflower, and his temples were white. More importantly, he was sitting in a wheelchair.

When Yang Hua saw this scene, her expression on her face did not 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 got up, he sat back on the wheelchair. Finally, he only looked at Yang Hua with a stutter: "Baozhu..."

"Bang--" Yang Hua closed the door.

It's already past seven o'clock in the evening.

It was almost November, and it was getting late and there were no people in the village.

Outside the door.

The middle-aged man in the wheelchair looked at the door and after a while, he spoke in a hoarse voice, "Let's go back to town first and come tomorrow."

The big man next to him reached out and pushed his wheelchair back.

The cement road in the village has been built for less than a year and is very new. The 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 extended type.

Can put down a wheelchair.

When the car stopped, the man put down the pedals on the car, pushed the wheelchair to the rear compartment, and fixed it.

On the passenger seat, the old man wearing reading glasses got out of the car, handed a document in his hand to Yang Lai, and said respectfully: "This is Miss Baozhu's information over the years."

Hearing this, Yang Lai opened the document directly and looked carefully, "Go back to town first."

The description of the sunflower in the information is very simple [    www.biqugew.xyz].

I only said that she was sold three times and finally got married to a fool from Wanmin Village. She didn't continue to study in the middle, and there was nothing else. There seemed to be an adopted daughter at her knees.

This is the information Yang Lai collected with private detectives, and there is not much information.

Even her adopted daughter has vague information.

In this case, either the information is deliberately covered up, or there is nothing worth inquiring about.

Looking at the less than two pages of paper, Yang Lai could imagine how dire straits Yang Hua had been in recent years.

Soon, the car returned to town.

Yang Lai locked himself in the room.

The old man wearing reading glasses got off the car. He didn't enter the hotel, but just looked at the direction of Wanmin Village.

The man in black handed the two photos in his hand to the old man, "Butler, this was taken by me these two days."

The butler lowered his head and squinted his eyes. The photo showed two secret photos of Yanghua.

She held a bundle of firewood in her hand, as if she was talking to someone outside the camera, and there were two ducks at her feet.

The housekeeper frowned slightly, remembering the content about Yanghua in the information, he returned the photo to the man in black: "I understand."

"Miss Baozhu has a few relatives," the man in black followed the housekeeper into the hotel. "Have the detective found out? The people in this village are too backward and somewhat feudal."

There is too little news about Yanghua.

Private detectives can't figure it out.

As for the people in Wanmin Village, the man in black has also been exposed to them. When they asked them three times, they would never mention Yanghua's affairs, and they would mysteriously say "the villagers guarding the village."

Too feudal.

The butler shook his head, "There is no news about Miss Baozhu's relatives."

"Then I'll ask the people around me?" The man in black was stunned and then spoke.

"No need," the housekeeper pondered. A Miss Baozhu was enough for him to have a headache. He also had to spend time teaching her basic etiquette, not to mention the barbarians in the countryside. "Don't alert the snake, let the accompanying doctors pay attention to the master's physical condition at any time."

He turned around and frowned. Yanghua was too far away from home. She had to transfer to a train and finally to a bus.

If he hadn't come in person, he wouldn't have known that there would be such a backward place.

**

Meng Fu's side.

She had arrived at the private room, and Su Cheng had just controlled the time. When she arrived, the food had just been served.

At the dinner table, Zhao Fan and Meng Fu mentioned the charity variety show.

"This kind of opportunity is hard to find when cooperating with the state and Taiwan, but in the hospital, the risk is also high, it depends on yourself." Zhao Fan took the chopsticks and picked up a piece of ribs.

Zhao Fan didn't want Meng Fu to miss this opportunity.

Meng Fu picked up the chopsticks and looked at Su Cheng, "The specific situation?"

"It took one month," Su Cheng half-squinted his eyes and slowly explained: "The National Channel program was originally designed to reveal the most real hospitals to the general public, including birth, old age, sickness and death, and conflicts in various industries. The team led an old professor with resources to remote areas, and the environment would not be very good."

One month...

Zhao Fan looked up and looked at Meng Fu, "This program is not paid much, so we should not take it."

Meng Fu's phone lit up, it was a message sent by the village chief—

【Recently a stranger is looking for your mother.】

Meng Fu narrowed her eyes, biting her chopsticks, and replied to the village chief with a message, and was still talking to Zhao Fan in a vague way: "I'll go to this variety show."

Zhao Fan was surprised at Meng Fu's decision, but he didn't ask why, "Okay, then I'll contact Manager Sheng and ask about the specific situation there."

She sent a WeChat message to Manager Sheng about Meng Fu's decision.

Zhao Fanyi replied that Manager Sheng quickly called him a phone call, and she answered, "Manager Sheng."

"Sister Fan, the program "Emergency Room" is not suitable for Miss Meng," Manager Sheng's voice was very serious. "This is not a traditional variety show. The guests in it have to help the doctor and be familiar with the hospital system. The most important thing about this program is that there is 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. They are familiar with the emergency room and know what to do."

"But Miss Meng has never been exposed to these things. It is easy to make mistakes on the show. If you don't do it well, life will be at stake. How many people are waiting for her to make mistakes now? Let Miss Meng go to participate in the super brain, why take this risk?"

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In the paper, brain pain

See you tomorrow ~
Chapter completed!