mysterious forerunner

Chapter 137 Injection
The other criminals, led by Ximen Ye, were first escorted back to the mysterious prison for temporary detention.

Feng Lintong went up to the roof. She was the one who called Shi Luo, so she had to come out and thank him.

As soon as she got to the top of the building, she saw Bai Qian, all limp, being slowly walked toward the stairwell, being held up by Shi Luo and Yuan Zi.

Feng Lintong was stunned: "Sister Bai, why are you here?"

Bai Qian forced a smile and said nothing. Shi Luo was grateful and slowly said: "If Miss Bai hadn't arrived in time, we might not have been able to hold on to your reinforcements..."

Bai Qian smiled bitterly: "I'm just an empty frame. Fortunately, they ran away in the end, otherwise we would have died together."

Mariko said stubbornly: "No matter what, it was you who saved us. We must remember this kindness."

Feng Lintong felt it was very magical: How could these two people have formed a deep revolutionary friendship?

Or...are they naturally attracted to each other because they have a common enemy?

The enemy of your enemy is your friend, this is true.

Feng Lintong quickly took out the secret medicine and gave it to Bai Qian to take. It had an immediate effect. Bai Qian recovered a lot of strength and was able to move on her own.

Feng Lintong began to worry about himself again, and said repeatedly: "It's over, it's over...

If Yanei knew that Sister Bai had participated in such a dangerous action, he would definitely not spare me! "

When Bai Qian was not in front of Zhang Qingxiang, she was quite brave. She stared up her beautiful peach blossom eyes and said fiercely: "I'm protecting you because I'm afraid of what Zhang Qingxiang will do!"

Feng Lintong believed it: "When the office scolds me, you must speak for me."

"Definitely!" Bai Qian vowed: "If he dares to say one more word, see if I don't kill him, huh."

Shi Luo, the three of them and Bai Qian were all injured, and Feng Lintong drove them to the Fourth Hospital of the City.

Ye Shumin was busy. It was Dr. Zhao who examined and treated them.

Dr. Zhao is a serious person, and the nurses in the hospital always talk behind his back: They have never seen Dr. Zhao smile, and they don’t know if he is under too much pressure at work.

The examination and treatment of several people went smoothly. When it finally came to Yuanzi, Dr. Zhao closed the curtain and needed to give her an injection.

Across the curtain, Mariko cried heartbrokenly!
The entire diagnosis and treatment hall is thousands of square meters, and everyone can hear clearly.

Dr. Zhao reluctantly opened the curtain: "Get a friend to comfort her."

"I haven't even inserted the needle yet..."

"Those who don't know think I did something to her."

Mariko burst into tears, revealing a section of her white shoulders.

The secret medicine treatment injection was placed on the shoulder, which is different from ordinary people.

Moreover, the location of the injection needs to be very accurate. Ordinary nurses cannot operate it, so the [physician] can only do it in person.

Dr. Zhao didn’t know when he became a [physician].

Shi Luo followed up apologetically: "Yuanzi has been particularly afraid of injections since she was a child."

The curtain was closed again, and Feng Lintong and Bai Qian couldn't help but snicker. Xiao Tao, who usually bickers with Yuanzi all day long, has a worried face.

……

Ye Shumin quickly saved Mr. Liu's life.

During the treatment, the son had already told his mother what Mr. Liu had done, and Ye Shumin told the anesthesiologist on the side: "You go out first. It has been too hard recently. You need to rest more."

"This patient does not require anesthesia."

After the treatment, Ye Shumin took off her rubber gloves, threw them into the tray, and left without caring.

Her son stepped forward and began to interrogate Mr. Liu.

Mr. Liu really didn't want to cooperate, but he obviously didn't know that Zhang Qingxiang had accumulated a lot of "interrogation" experience in his previous life.

A large part of these experiences are even learned from "mystery".

Zhang Qingxiang only used two kinds of techniques in a small way. There were still dozens of "big dishes" that were not served, so Mr. Liu took action.

Zhang Qingxiang was very sorry.

Mr. Liu's name is Liu Jiantao, and his family has had sheepdogs for generations. At the end of the feudal dynasty, the family was a helper for foreigners.

He is in his forties and has opened a small company of his own. He has always wanted to engage in foreign trade business, but he was tricked by foreign devils after several attempts.

But he has been looking for the reasons himself, focusing on reflection.

After Zhang Qingxiang asked for his real name, he sent a message to Bi Zhan and asked him to help confirm it.

Soon, Bi Zhan sent all Liu Jiantao's information to Zhang Qingxiang.

While looking at the information, Zhang Qingxiang interrogated Liu Jiantao: "Your foreign trade business has failed one after another. It is said that you have no way to contact foreign countries. How did you hook up with Jishijiao?"

Liu Jiantao answered honestly: "It's a man named Ji Yuanwei. He is a cultural relic dealer. After the Lingbo impact, he started selling secret relics abroad.

I once moved a grave in my hometown, and someone in the village dug up a treasure. I bought it for several thousand yuan. I met Ji Yuanwei through someone else's introduction, and I sold it to him and made tens of thousands of yuan.

Later, after I became a practitioner, I contacted him several times and together we sold two secret items that I had no use for.

He introduced me to Cliff and the others. "Zhang Qingxiang's heart was moved. The "Liu Juanzi Ghost Recipe" from the previous life was sold abroad by a group of cultural relic dealers in the original city.

"Is this Ji Yuanwei?"

"He started selling secret objects to foreign countries so early. It is very likely that when he sold "Liu Juanzi's Ghost Prescription", he already knew that it was a precious source object, not just a cultural relic."

"Any national treasure that dares to be sold for takeout should really be cut into pieces!"

Zhang Qingxiang continued to ask: "How to contact this Ji Yuanwei?"

Liu Jiantao gave his contact information.

"Besides this action, what else did Jishijiao ask you to do?"

Liu Jiantao: "After we got on the line, they tested me twice. One was to investigate the background of the orphanage, the second was to help them transport a package, and what happened next."

"What's in the package?"

"I really don't know, and I don't dare to open it and look."

Zhang Qingxiang frowned: "Where did you come from, and where did you send it?"

"It's just an express package. I received it and then sent it out according to the address they gave me."

Zhang Qingxiang threw out a pen and paper: "Write down the address."

"On my phone."

Zhang Qingxiang asked him to unlock the phone and found the address himself.

In Black Cloud Province.

Zhang Qingxiang remained calm, but he couldn't help but have doubts in his heart: tonight's actions should also be very important to Ji Shijiao.

He simply tested Liu Jiantao twice and then handed him the important task of arranging the sacred objects?
“There are so many charities in the city, why did you choose this one?”

Liu Jiantao hesitated for a moment and then said: "During the previous dynasty, there was a charity home run by a sect here, and over a period of seven or eight years, hundreds of babies died in it.

These innocent souls were suppressed underground by the preachers of the sect. This place was chosen in order to use these innocent souls as [medicine guides] for cultivating holy objects...

Then use the current human sacrifices to obtain the secret item [Word Spirit]. "

Zhang Qingxiang's expression turned cold for a moment: "You know this, but you still help them?"

Liu Jiantao did not answer.

Zhang Qingxiang interrogated him several times and even served Liu Jiantao a "big dish", but Liu Jiantao really didn't know.

Zhang Qingxiang ended the interrogation and escorted Liu Jiantao back to the third group and imprisoned him in the underground prison.

The clues on this shepherd dog still need to be dug in depth, but now Zhang Qingxiang is ready to trace Ji Yuanwei's line first.

Team leader Zhang summoned all his generals to his office.

"Deng Wanhong's breakfast is ready, I asked him to bring it to us, and we all talked while eating."

Ximen Ye and Feng Lintong immediately grimaced.

They originally wanted to skip breakfast this time, but things at the orphanage were too big. They had to complete various reports and couldn't go home directly from the hospital.

As soon as Zhang Qingxiang finished speaking, Deng Wanhong knocked on the door. With a warm smile on his face, he was carrying a large tray with eight large bowls filled with steaming wontons.

Thin crust and large filling. The clear soup is sprinkled with chopped green onions and a few drops of sesame oil.

When he opened the door, the aroma hit his face, causing the stomachs of the agents who had worked hard all night to move, and the saliva under their tongues to secrete rapidly.

Just like the food during the day, if you only look at the appearance and smell the aroma, you will never believe that this food is delicious!
"Come on, come on," Deng Wanhong greeted enthusiastically: "You've worked hard all night, eat it while it's hot."

He served bowls of wontons to everyone, and repeatedly assured: "Don't worry, everyone, I am the one doing the whole process this time, without anyone interfering, and the taste will never go wrong again..."

Deng Wanhong obviously doesn’t know about the mysterious era and the curse of the [Chef]. He is still working hard, still struggling, and still launching an unyielding fight against fate!
But Zhang Yanei knew very well that all this was in vain.

So when Deng Wanhong waited eagerly, wanting to watch everyone eat breakfast and get a wave of approval for their taste, Zhang Qingxiang said to him: "You go out first, we have a meeting."

"Oh." Deng Wanhong said reluctantly: "If you have any comments after eating, tell me."

When he went out, Zhang Qingxiang was the first to pick up the bowl and eat it bravely.

It took Zhang Qingxiang ten full minutes to finish a bowl of wontons. Zhang Qingxiang looked at the other people. They were all in more pain than taking medicine.

Zhang Qingxiang sighed, it was even worse than the meal he cooked during the day yesterday!

Therefore, the profession of [chef] also depends on talent. Deng Wanhong, please stop working hard. The harder you work, the harder it will be to taste. Instead, we just cook it casually every day, and maybe we can still eat it.

But complaints are complaints, Zhang Qingxiang clearly felt that with a bowl of wontons, the fatigue from last night was washed away, and all the nutrients needed by the body were quickly replenished.

Zhang Qingxiang has just been promoted to the fifth level, and his foundation has been solidified.

"Hurry up, I'll give you half a minute." Zhang Qingxiang glared, and everyone had no choice but to close their eyes and swallow it all, trying not to pass through the tongue.

"Okay," Zhang Qingxiang said after seeing everyone finish eating: "Let me summarize what we gained last night. What rewards did everyone get?"

　Today’s count: three thousand.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)