Break out of the courtyard

Capital, Bureau 749 Conference Room.

"This is a video of what happened tonight in Shenzhen Peace Hospital!" Mr. Qian held a pen and pointed at the paused image of the glass on the computer monitor. He said calmly, "Everyone, please express your opinions."

"It looks like that, but..." An old man in a gray Mao suit said with a smile, "Add some iron powder to the tea leaves and add a simple magnetic field to the cup lid, and you can also achieve the effect of liquid rotation in the glass."

"We have found so many people who know qigong and special abilities over the years, but they are all scammers!" a young man said indignantly, "Do qigong and special abilities really exist in this world?"

As soon as these words were spoken, two more young men echoed them.

Seeing that the other veteran experts didn't say anything, Mr. Qian clicked on the play button and continued playing the video.

In the video, the lid of the glass was opened, and the water in the glass was replaced with transparent boiling water. The slender hand still only extended an index finger to point at the edge of the glass, making the water in the glass rotate again.

The video was paused here by Mr. Qian.

Mr. Qian didn't say anything, and the other people in the meeting room were also silent, staring at the images of their hands and water cup on the computer monitor.

After a while, seeing that no one had expressed any opinions, Mr. Qian clicked play and stood up and said, "I have to go to Shenzhen tomorrow morning. You guys continue to verify the strange people and things in various places. In addition, this video needs to be kept confidential. Don't tell anyone after watching it."

After Qian left, the video suddenly switched to an old doctor wearing a white mask and a white coat lying on the table. The slender hand appeared again and pointed behind the old doctor's ear. Then the old doctor exclaimed, "I feel it!"

If it weren't for the previous image of the rotating water in the cup, everyone present would think that this old doctor was a stooge.

But after seeing the cup of clear boiled water spinning in the transparent glass, everyone had a question in their mind: Is there really such a thing as qigong?

Or is this a more deceptive magic trick?

~
North bank of Houhai, Zhang family.

Zhang Pandi just received a call from Zhuang Lin, who first talked about Zhang Heping's treatment of her grandfather, then expressed his gratitude to Zhang Pandi, and finally mentioned that the application for a coordination letter from the Ministry of Foreign Trade and Economic Cooperation had been rejected.

Seeing her second daughter put down the phone, Ma Xiuzhen continued to gossip with her about what she heard today, "That idiot Zhu is really stupid. He actually transferred his main house, his sister's side room, and the deaf old lady's backyard house to Banggeng!"

Ma Xiuzhen has been paying attention to nearby house transactions in recent months, so she got the news as soon as Sha Zhu's house was transferred.

"Didn't you say that Banggeng agreed to take care of Shazhu in his old age?" Zhang Pandi opened the smartphone that had not yet been sold to the public, and responded to her mother while checking the news on the World Internet Forum.

She was just outside the door. In fact, she had heard about this from her eldest cousin Ma Lili, but she was busy with work during the day and rarely spent time with her mother at night, so she pretended to hear about it for the first time.

"Otherwise, why would I say he's stupid!" Ma Xiuzhen became interested and glanced at her eldest daughter Zhang Zhaodi. Seeing that she was sitting next to her watching TV, she continued:
"Think back to when we first lived in Courtyard 95, the deaf old lady relied on Yi Zhonghai and Sha Zhu to take care of her in her old age. Did Sha Zhu get the room only after the deaf old lady died?"

"If the deaf old lady had given the house to Yi Zhonghai or Sha Zhu earlier, would they still be so kind to her?"

"That's not right!" Zhang Pandi retorted without even looking up: "Heping analyzed it with us at the beginning. Yi Zhonghai counts on Jia Dongxu and Sha Zhu to take care of him in his old age. That's why Yi Zhonghai is so close to the deaf old lady. He wants to confuse Jia Dongxu and Sha Zhu, so that they respect the elderly and then take care of Yi Zhonghai in his old age!"

Zhang Zhaodi on the side interrupted and said, "Yi Zhonghai was only nice to the deaf old lady in words, but it was the aunt who was actually nice to her. Otherwise, why didn't she give her room to Yi Zhonghai after she died?"

"If you ask me!" Zhang Pandi raised her lips, "The deaf old lady didn't give the house to Yi Zhonghai because Yi Zhonghai was not disciplined and pissed off a lady to death, which caused the deaf old lady to get no benefits from Yi Zhonghai later."

Ma Xiuzhen nodded hurriedly, "I think so too. I heard from people in Nanluoguxiang that when the deaf old lady died, she was so thin that she was just skin and bones."

"Yi Zhonghai doesn't care about the deaf old lady, and Qin Huairu has taken away Sha Zhu's salary. Ha..." Zhang Pandi sneered, "Maybe the deaf old lady starved to death!"

"It shouldn't be that serious!" Zhang Zhaodi said, "When Shazhu helps people prepare banquets outside, he can earn some extra money and bring some food back to the host's house, so the deaf old lady won't starve to death."

"It's hard to say!" Ma Xiuzhen continued, "Before the deaf old lady died, no one dared to set up a banquet to entertain guests. Think about it, isn't that right?"

While the three women were chatting enthusiastically here, Zhang Bing was still teaching his apprentice in the shoe store outside.

Brothers-in-law Chang Sheng and Zhang Yong squatted by the lake with brothers Zhou Chengwen and Zhou Chengwu, smoking and chatting about recent national affairs.

Next to an unnoticed public toilet, Yan Bugui and his three sons stood in the shadows, whispering about how to deal with the Zhang family when they meet them later.

Because Zhang Heping was not in the capital, Lao Zhang had increasingly close contact with his relatives in his hometown of Zhangjiakou.

No one asks the poor in the downtown area, and the rich has distant relatives in the mountains.

Ever since the Zhang family became wealthy, Old Zhang has often helped relatives in his hometown.

Ma Xiuzhen didn't say much to her son Zhang Heping because his son was not around, because the magnesium money that Zhang Heping gave to the old couple was managed by Ma Xiuzhen.

The money that Lao Zhang used to help his relatives in his hometown was all earned from his shoe store.

In Ma Xiuzhen's eyes now, those few thousand dollars are really not a lot. If she had to care about this, she and Zhang Bing would have no idea how many quarrels they would have every day.

It was because Zhang Heping was away that Zhang’s relatives came to Zhang’s house on the north bank of Houhai.

So, the news that Zhang Cuishan and Zhang Xin joined Heping Aerospace Company and received a high salary of 1000 yuan spread from the Zhang family.

Then, the news was passed on to No. 95 Nanluoguxiang by Zhou Chengwu, the second son of the Zhou family who loved to show off, which made the Yan family father and son very excited.

However, when the four members of the Yan family, father and son, carrying a net bag of six apples, walked out of the shadow of the toilet, a car horn honked behind them.

Then, three black cars drove by and stopped in front of Zhang's house.

Then, under the astonished gaze of the Yan father and son, 12 people got out of three cars, each holding large bags of gifts, and walked straight into the Zhang family's gate.

The four members of the Yan family looked at Chang Sheng and Zhang Yong who were running quickly back home, and they didn’t know what to say for a moment!

The six apples they brought as gifts today were carefully calculated by Yan Bugui.

Today is Monday, and all the children of the Zhang family have gone to school. Only Zhang Bing, Ma Xiuzhen, Zhang Zhaodi, Zhang Pandi, Chang Sheng and Zhang Yong are at home, so 6 apples are just right!
In Yan Bugui's opinion, if one less is given, the distribution will be uneven; if one more is given, it will be a waste and will only benefit the Zhou family next door!
However, the group of people just now were too unethical. How could they be so lavish in giving gifts?

~
Shenzhen Peace College, Villa No. 1, Zhang family.

Zhang Heping received a call from his home in the capital. His second sister Zhang Pandidi said that Mr. Zhuang’s children came over with large and small bags of gifts and asked how to deal with the matter.

In fact, what Zhang Pandi meant was that if Zhang Heping could cure Grandpa Zhuang, their family could accept the gift with peace of mind; if not, they would definitely not accept so many cigarettes, alcohol, and precious medicinal materials.

"It's not a big problem!" Zhang Heping said to his second sister with a smile: "Uncle Zhuang can already swallow food by himself tonight." "In two days, I will clean up the blood clot in his brain, and he will be able to talk and walk normally."

"The only bad thing is that Mr. Zhuang's illness has been delayed for two months, and there will be some sequelae."

Zhang Pandi on the other end of the phone felt relieved when she heard that Grandpa Zhuang could swallow food by himself. When she heard that Grandpa Zhuang could speak and walk again, she was sure that the children of the Zhuang family would come to give gifts tonight!

If Uncle Zhuang didn't have such obvious treatment results in Shenzhen, the Zhuang family probably wouldn't have come here tonight.

Because they gave the gifts too late, it seemed like they were using people early and not needing them later.

Fortunately, the relationship between the Zhang family and the Zhuang family depends entirely on Grandpa Zhuang and Grandma Yang, who have no contact with the Zhuang family's children and grandchildren, with the only exception being Zhuang Lin.

But that was the relationship between Zhang Pandyi and Zhuang Lin, and had nothing to do with Zhang Heping and Zhang Zhaodi.

After Zhang Heping hung up the phone, he no longer paid attention to what was happening in the capital.

He read some random online news on the computer in the study on the second floor, and finally took a look at the comments under the pinned post he posted, then told his two wives to go upstairs to bed.

The 12 controlled nuclear fusion solutions he proposed still need to be verified by various countries with money!
Most of the foreigners who came to talk to him about controlled nuclear fusion in the past two days wanted to get involved in Zhang Heping's controlled nuclear fusion research in advance, with the idea of ​​​​rather making a wrong choice than letting it go.

However, the thorium-based molten salt reactor nuclear power plant invested by Zhang Heping has not been completed yet, so why would he waste energy on controlled nuclear fusion?

That thing only consumes a little more electricity, but the energy and time consumed increase exponentially.

According to Zhang Heping's estimation, with the current manufacturing level, he will need at least three years to upgrade the relevant manufacturing process level of the mainland factories, and then another three years to guide the production of equipment and parts, and finally the construction of a controllable nuclear fusion power station...

Therefore, in the next two days, Zhang Heping was still at the Peace University Health and Medical Research Institute, meeting with agents and experts from various countries, showing them cloned monkeys, and refusing to cooperate with them in controlled nuclear fusion research.

To put it nicely it's a rejection, to put it bluntly it's disdain. How could Zhang Heping possibly look down on the pitiful R&D funds of foreigners!

On the evening of March 3, after returning from Hong Kong Island, Zhang Heping once again came to Shenzhen Heping Hospital to prepare for the second phase of Qigong treatment for Mr. Zhuang.

"Consultant Zhang, long time no see!" Old Qian brought two young men and mixed in with a group of people in white coats.

Zhang Heping stretched out his right hand to Qian Lao, shook his hand, and said with a smile: "Mr. Qian, are you here for the Qigong thing?"

Seeing Zhang Heping's directness, Mr. Qian didn't beat around the bush and nodded, "Let me confirm whether Consultant Zhang is helping us to set off a smokescreen."

Zhang Heping did not explain, but turned and walked into the ward and asked about the patient's eating and excretion habits today.

Then Zhang Heping took Uncle Zhuang's pulse, and then he put his hands on Uncle Zhuang's head.

This time, several doctors in the ward could clearly see that Zhang Heping pressed with greater force than last time.

The most intuitive feeling was that of Uncle Zhuang who was screaming in pain.

"Pain Pain!"

"Gently... Ouch!"

"It hurts to death!"

About an hour and a half later, everyone heard Uncle Zhuang speak clearly.

However, seeing Mr. Zhuang's expression of excruciating pain, others had some unreasonable suspicions that Mr. Zhuang was forced to restore his language function because he could not bear the pain any more.

As Uncle Zhuang finished speaking, Zhang Heping took his hands off Uncle Zhuang's head and pressed them on his neck, spine, and legs.

"The blood vessels are too fragile. We can't continue today!" Zhang Heping retracted his hand and said to the patient's family, "Grandma Yang, please talk to Grandpa Zhuang more these days. Push him out in a wheelchair. Don't let him stay alone to avoid Alzheimer's disease."

Grandma Yang nodded hurriedly and escorted Zhang Heping and his group out of the ward.

Zhang Heping still went to the doctor's office next door, ready to answer some of the doctor's questions.

"Teacher Zhang!" The head of the brain department of Shenzhen Peace Hospital said anxiously before Zhang Heping sat down: "Even if we know Qigong, we still can't learn your Qigong treatment method of breaking up blood clots!"

"After all, you rely on Qigong to penetrate into the patient's brain to perform treatment. We can't see or feel the key points at all."

After Zhang Heping sat down, he asked a young doctor to set up a projector, and then answered: "This is why qigong is almost lost. Most people can't see or feel it, so they don't want to believe in it."

"However, this is not the focus of your attention. Let's take a look at the patient's brain CT scan first. I will compare and explain to you the patient's CT scans before and after, layer by layer, to see the subtle changes after the last treatment."

Zhang Heping held a small laser pen, pointed at the brain tissue image on the projection screen, and began to explain to the doctors present. Mr. Qian, who followed in, just sat quietly by the side, listening to the questions and answers between Zhang Heping and the doctors.

"The person who asked this question is still looking at the brain structure with the past cognition." Zhang Heping put down the laser pen and waved to the middle-aged male doctor who had just spoken. "Come here, I will open your mind and let you know where the qi enters your brain when it rushes to your forehead!"

The middle-aged male doctor who was called hurried forward and, with the help of other doctors, lay down directly on the wooden bed made of two office desks.

Zhang Heping's right index finger pointed at the middle-aged male doctor's brow, and in less than a moment the doctor's face turned red.

After the middle-aged male doctor stood up and sat at his desk, others noticed that his eyes were bloodshot and he looked extremely angry.

A female doctor hurriedly took out a mirror and handed it to the middle-aged man who was still sitting at his desk thinking about life.

"When I was talking about acupuncture and massage before, I told you that human meridians exist. But how many people took it seriously?" Zhang Heping sat back in his seat, picked up the laser pen, and continued to explain the subtle changes in Grandpa Zhuang's brain tissue.

Time quietly came to 11 o'clock in the evening. Even though the doctors still had many questions, Zhang Heping stopped talking and sent everyone back to rest.

After most of the people had left, Zhang Heping looked at the smiling old man next to him and said, "Mr. Qian, where do you live? Do you need me to arrange a car to take you there?"

"We'll stay at Mr. Hua's place tonight. Secretary Chen has already taken our luggage over." Mr. Qian said with a smile, "Counselor Zhang, can you open my mind and let me feel what Qi is?"

"No hurry, I'll take you to Mr. Hua's villa first." Zhang Heping stretched out his left hand and led the way to the door. "After you lie down on the bed, I'll let you feel it."

...(End of chapter)