I have ten trillion licking dog gold

Private kitchens at Yuhu Yipin.

Fu Zili poured tea for the couple, saying, "Aunt Pan, don't worry, either they ate something bad or they caught a cold."

Distracted, Pan Hui forced a smile. "It's not that I'm worried about her health. This girl, why is she so stubborn? We all care about her, but she seems very impatient."

"Fang Qing has been very stubborn since she was a child. Aunt Pan didn't just find out, did she?"

Fu Zili joked and put the teapot down.

"She should be here soon. A check-up should only take half an hour. Zili, you can serve the food now."

Fang Weiguo said gently, "As a gay man and the head of the family, I am quite composed."

While the daughter's reaction was certainly unusual, the worst thing you can do is scare yourself.

What's that saying? "Searching for illnesses online, cancer is the first sign."

Overthinking will only increase your worries.

"Okay. Let's eat over there and wait."

Fu Zili instructed the waiter to serve the dishes.

Fang Qing did not flee in panic, since it was impossible to escape. About forty or fifty minutes later, she arrived at the private restaurant as agreed.

When she entered the room, Fang Weiguo and the other two had just picked up their chopsticks.

"How about it?"

Upon seeing her daughter return, Pan Hui, who had lost her appetite, immediately asked impatiently.

"I told you I'm fine."

Fang Qing approached the round table and handed the medical report she was holding to her mother.

Pan Hui quickly took it. She certainly couldn't understand the various professional indicators and data, but the final diagnosis was clear at a glance.

Mild food poisoning

"show me."

The inspection report ended up in Fang Weiguo's hands, and then it was passed on to Fu Zili.

"It's good that you're alright. You really gave me a fright."

Fu Zili breathed a sigh of relief and smiled with a sense of relief.

Fang Qing pulled out a chair and sat down.

"How could it really be food poisoning? What did you eat this morning?"

The test results showed that there was nothing seriously wrong, but Pan Hui was still not completely relieved. "Could mild poisoning cause this much vomiting?"

"It must be a problem with the coconut milk we drank."

"Coconut milk?"

Fang Weiguo took the report back from Fu Zili and said in a deep voice, "Which store did you buy it from? I'll go find them later. If adults are like this after drinking it, what will happen if children drink it?"

really.

Once a lie is made up, countless more lies will inevitably follow.

Lying was out of necessity, but as a legal professional, Fang Qing would never smear innocent people.

"Everyone's constitution is different. The doctor said there are many possible causes, so it's hard to say for sure."

"Didn't you just say it was because of the coconut milk?"

Fang Weiguo was puzzled by his daughter's inconsistent statements.

"That was my own doubt."

Fang Qing remained calm and composed, showing no signs of distress. If it weren't for the demands of her profession that had forged her into a strong mental fortitude, most people would have been unable to withstand the pressure in this situation, facing their closest relatives and childhood friends.

The consequences of not being able to withstand it are catastrophic.

The child was an accident, and she hasn't told the other party yet.

Therefore, she has no right to make the other party bear a false accusation.

"The doctor said it might also be related to the environment I've been to."

The Fang couple's attention was successfully diverted. "The environment you've been to? What do you mean?"

"For example, air pollution can also cause discomfort and poisoning."

The couple were puzzled.

"Air pollution?" Fu Zili frowned slightly. Although Shacheng's air quality had gloriously ranked last in the country, the government had since then increased its supervision and shut down a large number of factories that were illegally discharging pollutants. Moreover, Qinggege was not from out of town; she was born and raised in Shacheng. It was impossible for her to suddenly be unable to adapt to Shacheng's air quality.

“It’s possible that the formaldehyde levels are too high in the new house,” Fang Qing said, looking at him.

If we can't implicate innocent people, then we can only ask our dearest friends to make the sacrifice.

Fu Zili was taken aback.

So, after all this, the blame has fallen on my own head?

The Fang couple were caught off guard, but upon reflection, their reasoning was not entirely unreasonable.

The dangers of formaldehyde are a well-known issue, especially during home renovations, where paint, glue, and inferior wood are powerful sources of formaldehyde.

It's common knowledge that you shouldn't move into a newly renovated house immediately; it needs to be aired out for a while.

"That shouldn't be the case."

If he knew the inside story, there's no doubt that Fu Zili would willingly take the blame. The key is that he didn't know.

So, he instinctively explained, "All the materials used are the best, so it's highly unlikely that there's any formaldehyde pollution..."

The group's thoughts were completely diverted, shifting entirely from Fang Qing's health to the health of the new house.

"Is it possible that the wallpaper is the problem?"

Fang Weiguo thought to himself, "What a joke! The next generation is more and more outstanding than the last. Why would they bother with such trivial money? I have complete confidence in the quality of the furniture."

"How much glue is needed for whole-house wall coverings? No matter how good the quality of the glue is, it will inevitably release formaldehyde."

Upon hearing this, Fu Zili became somewhat insecure and was at a loss for words.

"Let's air out the house first, and then we can move in next spring. It should be fine then."

Fang Qing picked up her chopsticks. She couldn't eat now, but she had to eat something.

"Yes, it's good to get some fresh air. Let's eat."

Fang Weiguo nodded, stopping the conversation, because continuing would only embarrass Fu Zili.

After finishing the meal and seeing off the Fang family, Fu Zili stood by the roadside, feeling that something was wrong with everything.

First, Qing Gege suddenly vomited violently, unlike anything she had ever done before.

They resisted going to the hospital for a checkup.

Then the diagnosis came back as mild poisoning.

The problem inexplicably turned out to be that the house had excessive formaldehyde levels.

Calm down and sort things out.

Is this reasonable?

Anyway, Fu Zili felt it was unreasonable. After thinking it over, he looked across the street at the high-standard resettlement community, which was probably the only one of its kind in the city and even the country. He chose to return alone and re-enter the house, which cost more than seven figures to renovate. He first walked around the house.

I still couldn't smell any strange odor.

Ok.

That's right.

Formaldehyde is colorless and odorless.

But what if there really is a problem?

Why isn't he reacting?

Why did the Fang couple, who are older and should theoretically be weaker, not experience any discomfort?
Fu Zili picked up his phone and gave an order. In less than twenty minutes, the formaldehyde testing team hurriedly brought in their professional equipment.

"President Fu."

"Check everything."

"Alright. Let's get to work!"

Fu Zili sat on the several-hundred-pound mahogany tea table, waiting.

All doors and windows were closed.

Kitchen, bedroom, bathroom – every space is meticulously prepared.

Half an hour later, the test results were compiled.

"Mr. Fu, the highest is only 0.03, there's no problem at all."

The national standard limit for residential housing is 0.1; anything less is considered acceptable.

Is it accurate?

The person in charge stood by the coffee table, his back hunched. "It's pretty close. If we want a more accurate result, we need to seal the whole house for seven days before testing again. But based on our experience, this value is safe right now."

Fu Zili waved his hand.

"knock off."

The workers quickly left the site.

Fu Zili's eyes flickered. Professional technicians don't make mistakes, nor would they dare to lie. In other words, no one below him would be so audacious as to embezzle funds and use inferior materials to pass off as work on this project.

It's not a problem of formaldehyde exceeding the standard.

Then the problem is coming.

It's not a formaldehyde issue.

What kind of question is that?

The more Fu Zili thought about it, the more gloomy his face became, and his heart, which had been calming down, started to pound again.

Princess Qing must be hiding something from them.

Then, recalling the time I brought Li Shurui to meet him and Tie Jun...

Blue Love and Death.

The stairway to heaven.

The melodramatic Korean dramas that were all the rage when I was a child have uncontrollably resurfaced in my mind.

Unrequited love, unfortunate coincidences, selflessness, and terminal illness... These iconic core elements of dramas were invincible back then, earning countless tears from viewers.

Stop!

Being full is not a reason to overthink.

Fu Zili forcibly cut off his thoughts, exhaled a deep breath, and realized that the skilled worker was still lacking in interpersonal skills; he had even forgotten to put the closed window back on its original state when he left.

Fu Zili, holding his phone in one hand and supporting himself on his knee with the other, got up from the coffee table, walked to the balcony, and opened the window.

Looking at the serene and beautiful lake outside, he finally picked up his phone.

"Brother Fu."

"Don't you know the president of the Second Hospital?"

"Yes what's the matter?"

"Help me check something. Around 11 a.m. today, a woman named Fang Qing went to the Second People's Hospital for a checkup and gave me her test results."

"The 'clearing after the rain' in 'the clearing after the rain'?"

Yes. Twenty-six years old.

"Okay, I'll check right away, Brother Fu, please wait a moment."

For ordinary people, registering at a hospital might take an hour or two, but accessing someone else's medical records only takes a little over ten minutes.

You should know that at this time, the hospital is still on lunch break.

"Brother Fu, are you sure you're not mistaken? Is this the Second Medical University?"

"what happened?"

“I called the president of the Second Hospital, and he instructed his staff to check, but we couldn’t find any medical records for a woman named Fang Qing from this morning.”

"No record?"

Fu Zili had not anticipated this.

"Yes, Brother Fu, could it be another hospital?"

impossible.

The Second Hospital is the closest to here.

Moreover, the header of the examination report that Fang Qing brought back clearly stated the name of the Second People's Hospital.

Hell?
"The 'Fang' in 'Fang' means 'sunny day,' are you sure you're not mistaken about the name?"

"That's right, it's Fang Qing. Not just around 11 o'clock, but all morning there haven't been any patients with that name."

The other party was resolute.

The hospital's database is definitely not faulty, and registration, examinations, and especially reports will certainly be archived in the hospital's system.

of course.

If it's another hospital, then it won't be able to be found.

So here comes another problem.

Fang Qing has retrieved all the reports, but the hospital's system cannot find any record of them. Why is that?
—There seems to be only one answer.

The hospital lied and refused to pay.

Either.

Fang Qing lied and didn't actually go for a checkup.

Forging a report would be a piece of cake for her, and then she could just have any random print shop on the street print it out.

The possibility of the hospital lying is immediately ruled out; it makes no sense.

So why did Fang Qing lie?

Why fabricate a report to deceive them when there was no actual inspection?
To put their minds at ease?
The tragic Korean drama, filled with bitterness and hatred, began to churn in Fu Zili's mind again.

"Brother Fu?"

"Alright, it's nothing."

Fu Zili put down his phone, hung up the call, and frowned deeply.

It's not that he's paranoid.

Connecting Fang Qing's recent actions together is truly heartbreaking.

Should I just ask her directly?

Should we inform Uncle Fang and Aunt Pan?

Neither is suitable.

Pretend you don't know?
Less likely.

Fu Zili hesitated and struggled, glancing at the bathroom where Qian Qing had vomited violently not long ago, before finally dialing the number on the East China Sea side.

Compared to the cloudy weather in Shacheng, the weather in Donghai was less than ideal, with continuous overcast skies and rain that lasted all night.

"Sister Shurui, your skills are terrible!"

Wu Sheng was playing games with Li Shurui, but the difference was that he was the one being dragged down.

The Taoist nun sat cross-legged on the glass curtain wall, her hands on her thighs, listening to the dripping of the clock outside. Her eyes were closed, and she was almost like a human statue, completely still. She had been in this position for half an hour. It was unclear whether she was meditating, contemplating, or simply asleep.
Boss Jiang wasn't idle either. He had just finished exercising upstairs and came down. Since he didn't want to take medicine, he naturally had to pay more attention to strengthening his body. He had just put his butt on the sofa and hadn't had time to rest for long when Fu Zili called.

What was that saying again?

I dread receiving calls from my hometown late at night.

Although the sky outside was gloomy and rainy, it was still daytime, so Mr. Jiang, who was answering the phone, was very relaxed. He leaned back on the sofa and watched his girlfriend being captured by the monster again, game over.

"Is it convenient for you to talk?"

Jiang Chen frowned slightly. As soon as the other person spoke, he sensed something was wrong. This was the tacit understanding that could only be developed by growing up together.

He sat up straight. "Speak."

Have you been in contact with Fang Qing recently?

You're bringing up the very thing I shouldn't be talking about.

Isn't this a "Cold War"?

However, one shouldn't air their dirty laundry in public, even with childhood friends; it's not something one can just share casually. Jiang Chen calmly asked, "What's wrong?"

He could tolerate Li Shurui's visit to Shacheng, but since it concerned Qinggege's health, Fu Zili dared not pretend to be deaf and dumb. "Fang Qing seems to be sick."

The person's heart skipped a beat, and their expression immediately changed. "What illness?"

For a common fever or cold, Fu Zili wouldn't specifically call him.

"I don't know, she won't say, and she doesn't want us to know."

"What exactly is going on?"

"...I...it's hard to say. You should ask her yourself. If she really has some kind of illness, you must persuade her to get treatment as soon as possible. Only you will listen to her."

This is a misunderstanding caused by information asymmetry.

Jiang Chen was inevitably led astray; anyone in his position would have been.

"I see."

"Ah."

Without needing many words, Fu Zili hung up the phone, his heart heavy.

God can't be that unfair, can he?
Korean dramas are clearly outdated and have been phased out by the times.

Nothing.

With the advancements in modern medicine, Jiang Chen's abilities allow him to revive the dead and restore the dead to their former glory. If it's impossible domestically, there are always other options abroad...

Fu Zili cannot be blamed; once a person's thought patterns are formed, they are difficult to control and can even be contagious.

Completely unaware of the situation, the person's mind was buzzing, and their once dashing face, which had been battered and bruised for the past few nights, now looked incredibly ugly.

What does "three men can make a tiger" mean?

That's it. (End of Chapter)