Restarting life by going to the countryside to support medical work

Chapter 290 Traditional Chinese Medicine?

Ma Dagui and Harlan are both short and thin. They can go to the rooftop at will for cleaning without being suspected by anyone.

Moreover, there was a long period of time in their past history where it was impossible to verify whether what they described was true.

Judging from these aspects alone, it can be said that the suspicion is indeed very high.

But the facts proved that suspicion was just suspicion and there was nothing wrong with the couple.

After eliminating these two people, the key project team's case officially reached a dead end.

There were no clues, no suspects, and the veteran investigators all felt like a tiger trying to eat the sky but had nowhere to start.

Security Director Tang Aijun was also having a headache. This case could not be solved completely, and those of them stationed in the project team could not dare to let their guard down for even a moment.

Because according to their judgment, if the mysterious person online has not evacuated, that guy must be holding back and trying to do something.

If nothing unexpected happens, it should be sabotage.

This requires them to be even more vigilant.

After seeing off Director Tang and his group from the Security Department, Li Yancheng strolled to a street store and bought a few packs of cigarettes.

Standing at the door of the store, he looked at the pedestrians coming and going on the street with unfocused eyes.

I kept thinking in my head whether they had missed anything in this case.

It's impossible to do it so perfectly without leaving any loopholes. He doesn't believe that a person can hide himself so deeply.

"Li Yancheng"

I don’t know how much time had passed. Anyway, he had finished smoking and throwing away the cigarette he had lit after coming out of the store. Suddenly, a female voice woke him up from his thoughts.

"Um, ah?"

Looking at the woman who was standing not far in front of him, dressed appropriately and looking somewhat familiar, Li Yancheng hurriedly searched through his inherited memories.

"Cao...Cao Kaiying"

"Ha, it's been so many years since we last met. I didn't expect that you, my old classmate, still remember me."

Seeing Li Yancheng calling out her name, the woman walked over with a smile.

This woman was Li Yancheng's classmate in technical secondary school. He hasn't seen her since graduation, which is eleven years.

"Look at what you said. You can even call out my name. I can't forget my old classmate."

"I met Qi Minchao during the Chinese New Year this year, and he told me that you were transferred to the Public Security Bureau last year.

I say to my old classmate, how come every step you take after graduation is so surprising?"

Looking at the police uniform Li Yancheng was wearing, Cao Kaiying asked with some amusement.

Indeed, when the technical secondary school graduates were being assigned jobs, Li Yancheng went to the conscription office to sign up without saying a word.

After seven or eight years, he was discharged from the army and reassigned to the hospital, which was considered a suitable professional position. But I didn't expect that he would leave the hospital and work at the Public Security Bureau.

His two choices really surprised his technical secondary school classmates.

"Well, I'm different from you guys who have been working in the hospital since graduation. I don't have good medical skills, and I don't dare to hang around in the hospital. There's nothing I can do."

"Hahaha, come on. I heard from Qi Minchao that you are very good at Chinese medicine. You have been transferred from the First Hospital, and many old patients still come to see you."

"Listen to what that kid said, what are you going to do? I remember the hospital you work in should be in Yangchao, right?"

Li Yancheng didn't want to talk about his work problems anymore, so he changed the subject and asked.

"Yes, that's right. I worked the night shift last night and have today off. I came to my sister's house for something. Her house is right behind here."

Cao Kaiying raised his hand and pointed to the north, then asked, "Is your unit the Security Division 3 in the east?"

"right"

"Li Yancheng, are you looking for someone new now? Do you need an old classmate to introduce you to one?"

"Haha, thank you in advance, but I'm already married."

"When did you get married? I ran into Qi Minchao during the Chinese New Year and he said you weren't married yet."

“Only half a month”

"You're not nice enough, old classmate. You didn't say anything last time you got married, and you're not saying anything this time either.

Do you want to completely cut off contact with us classmates?"

Li Yancheng muttered in his heart: I really plan to cut off contact with my classmates, but they are not my classmates.

Although I thought that in my heart, I just laughed it off with a silly smile.

Everyone can talk, but if he really informed these classmates when he got married, they would probably curse him to death behind his back.

Isn't it obvious that he wants to receive gift money?

Fortunately, Cao Kaiying just said it casually, and the two chatted for a few more words before saying goodbye and leaving.

Unexpectedly, he had just taken two steps when the woman called him again.

"By the way, Li Yancheng, I want to ask you something. Do you know anything about it?"

"what's up?"

"Do you still remember Yu Xinmei?"

"Remember, what happened?"

"She was sentenced to death and has been executed, did you know that?"

"I know." Li Yancheng nodded.

"She was bribed by the undercover agents and was caught doing things for them. Sigh... She was living a good life, but ended up like that. Who can she blame?"

"That's true! I thought the rumors were nonsense." Cao Kaiying shook his head with emotion.

"What a pity!"

Is it a pity?
Li Yancheng didn't know where the "regret" Cao Kaiying mentioned came from. He only knew that Yu Xinmei chose the path she wanted to take herself, and no one forced her to do so by pointing a gun at her head.

After saying goodbye again, the two of them went their separate ways, one east and one west.

As a result, Li Yancheng stopped after taking just two steps. He frowned and turned to look at the back of his old classmate who was getting farther and farther away.

old classmate?
Old classmate!
Yes, how could I forget about this!
They still have an old clue to dig up and continue their investigation.

Whether it is called a safe house or a temporary transit station, it is located in a small courtyard in Wuxuan District.

The place where Mao Chunan was killed in the film room of the People's Hospital.

The homeowner Liu Jiaquan and his old classmate who died of cerebral hemorrhage at the beginning of the year!

It has now been confirmed by Xue Baolai that the house was not found by him, but by his mysterious superior.

That means this person must have some connection with Liu Jiaquan or one of his deceased classmates.

Thinking of this, Li Yancheng hurriedly took a few quick steps towards his unit.

But after just a few steps, his steps slowed down again.

Because he suddenly remembered that during this period of time, the deputy team leader Zhou Jianwen had never given up this clue and had been leading people to investigate.

It’s just that maybe they haven’t found out anything yet, so they haven’t reported it to the department.

Ugh……

He was immediately deflated.

A week has passed since the yard was discovered, and no useful information has been found. I guess there is no hope.

I raised my arm and looked at the time. It was already past five o'clock. Okay, I should go back and prepare to get off work. I have to work and I also have to live my life. The right way is to combine work and rest.

……

Deputy team leader Zhou Jianwen had indeed been leading people to investigate the yard and the homeowner Liu Jiaquan and his old classmates.

Even their respective family members and children's relatives were almost all checked. Not to mention the suspects, not even a single person who had any connection with the research institute or the instrument factory was found.

"call……"

After eliminating another related person, Zhou Jianwen opened the car door and sat in the driver's seat with some depression, then took out a cigarette and lit it for himself.

On the other side, Feng Caiyun sat in the co-pilot seat. She took out a notebook from her shoulder bag and crossed out the last name on it with a pen.

"Caiyun, are there any more?"

"This is the last one."

Feng Caiyun carefully looked over the names she had written in the notebook, and after making sure that they were all crossed out, she raised her head and spoke.

"We must have missed something." Zhou Jianwen turned his head and looked at the female subordinate beside him with some reluctance: "Caiyun, think about it again, that person online must have some connection with that small courtyard.

It’s just that the connection may be so subtle that we overlook it.”

"Captain Zhou, what you said makes a lot of sense." Feng Caiyun nodded in agreement: "But we have basically checked everything that needs to be checked.

Liu Jiaquan, his old classmate and neighbor living near that courtyard.

The six of us met at lunch today. Pingmei and Xiaoyun from another group said that they couldn't find any clues to continue the investigation. We can't just go back and investigate all over again."

On the investigation side, Zhou Jianwen brought a total of five subordinates, three of whom were female comrades. They were divided into three groups and conducted investigations in three different directions.

Yesterday, Mr. Xu gave the whole department a holiday, but none of the six of them got any rest.

"Well, I remember the leader or someone said that exclusion is also a kind of gain, so this can be considered a gain for us.

OK, let's go back to the office and ask the leader to let all six of us take a day off tomorrow."

As he spoke, Zhou Jianwen hailed a taxi and turned around to drive towards his workplace.

Hearing that she could take a day off tomorrow, Feng Caiyun smiled, but still said unwillingly: "Captain Zhou, you only applied for one day off, can't you take two more days off?"

"Haha, Comrade Feng Caiyun, don't be too greedy. It's good enough to have a day off. What you should do most now is to pray that there are no urgent tasks."

"Okay, I'll shut up! Captain Zhou, stop cursing and just say 'Pah, Pah, Pah.'"

"Hahaha... Bah, bah, bah, go with the wind."

Hearing the words "urgent mission", Feng Caiyun hurriedly raised her hand and pinched her mouth.

People in their line of work often have good things that don't work and bad things that work, and sometimes they can't help but be superstitious.

……

one place

After coming back from outside, Li Yancheng sat in the office of Li Zhiguang, deputy director of the General Affairs Office.

Looking at the young man sitting opposite him, Deputy Director Li smiled with some emotion.

"You are amazing, you have been promoted to section chief in less than a year, and you are also an expert appointed by the committee. Tsk tsk... If you are given more time, I don't know where you can fly to."

"Director Li, please don't laugh at me. If you continue, I will be embarrassed to sit here with you in the future." Li Yancheng waved his hands quickly.

He didn't dare to be arrogant in front of these old seniors, not to mention that Deputy Director Li was one of the few heroes in the bureau who had received honorary titles while still alive.

He is the kind of person who has so many medals that he doesn't even have anywhere to wear them.

In front of him, let alone Li Yancheng, Lao Xu and Su Xiaotong are all considered newbies.

As mentioned before, there are currently three people in the bureau who enjoy deputy bureau-level treatment and are still working. The last one is Deputy Director Li, who is also the only one who is not a member of the bureau team.

Originally, the higher-ups meant that since his legs were not in good condition, they would arrange for him to retire and go home to recuperate, or go to the bureau or headquarters and take up a retirement position.

Deputy Director Li disagreed. He felt that he was still capable and that it would be a waste of resources for him to retire so early or take a pension position.

He has been working in one place since he followed the troops into Beijing in early 1949. He has a special feeling for this place and would rather stay here and do odd jobs than go anywhere else.

Seeing that there was no other way, the leader simply gave him the position of deputy director of the office, without assigning him any specific work to do, and just let him recuperate here.

He understood what his leader meant, and he also knew that his legs were not in good condition. If he insisted on getting a job, it might delay things, so he just did odd jobs in the department and did things within his ability.

Hearing Li Yancheng's words, Deputy Director Li shook his head and said, "I don't mean to laugh at you. You have a unique ability and others can't take your job away.

All you have to do is work hard in the future."

"Thank you for your advice." Li Yancheng responded with a smile.

After he finished speaking, he turned his head and looked at Deputy Director Li's right leg: "How is it, Director Li, has the wound on your right leg still hurt during this period?"

Speaking of his missing right leg, Deputy Director Li's eyebrows seemed to be dancing. He raised his hand and patted his remaining thigh.

"Haha, your medical skills are really good. Ever since you gave me that injection last year, the wound hasn't hurt or itched in the past six months. My wife has been asking me to invite you to our house for a simple meal to thank you very much."

"Hey, Director Li, why are you so polite? It's just my job."

Your job?

Upon hearing this, Deputy Director Li was slightly stunned. After a moment of silence, he realized that when the leaders read the document just now, they did not say that Li Yancheng was removed from his position as director of the health center.

In other words, he still has two jobs.

"It's different, it's different. You don't know how long this leg has been tormenting me. I've consulted every doctor I can find in Beijing, and I've even thought about committing suicide because of it.

You cured the pain and itching in my wound, which has helped me a lot. It is necessary for me to treat you to a meal.

How about you set a time and go to my house to try the food your sister-in-law cooks. I'm not bragging, but your sister-in-law's cooking skills are no worse than Lao Cui's in our cafeteria."

Since the other party has said this, Li Yancheng can only agree, but the time is yet to be determined.

"By the way, Yan Cheng, speaking of medical skills, I just remembered that I wonder if you know He Yidong, the vice president of our city's Traditional Chinese Medicine Hospital?"

"Uh... Director Li, when it comes to Chinese medicine doctors, I don't know any of them except those from the East City First Hospital."

"Hey, isn't it said that Chinese medicine doctors often communicate and discuss with each other?"

"That's not clear."

Li Yancheng shook his head and continued, "I am registered with the health system as a Western doctor, and the Chinese medicine doctors simply ignore me.

Director Li, is there anything you want to talk about with Vice President He?"

"Oh, it's like this. I've always seen Vice President He for my wound. The medicine he prescribed can make it better if I take it, but it won't work if I stop.

And because I’ve been drinking for a long time, I might have that…”

"You mean drug resistance, which means that after taking a certain medicine for a long time, the effect is not as good as before. Either you need to increase the dosage or change the prescription."

"Yes, yes, that's it, that's it.

Vice President He has been thinking about the problem with my wound. He has also given me acupuncture, but the effect was not very good.

Ever since you gave me two injections, I'm fine now and I haven't been to him again.

I didn't expect that he would come to my house to find me some time ago.

When I told you that I had only two injections and didn't need to take any medicine and the pain and itching had gone away for half a year, I was very surprised and wanted to meet the doctor who cured my wound to have a chat.

I didn't tell him who cured him, so I just wanted to tell you first, to see if you're willing to see him."

"forget it!"

When he heard it was about this matter, Li Yancheng waved his hands hurriedly.

"Director Li, please don't tell him about me. I'm not a Chinese medicine doctor, and I have no interest in communicating with them."

Traditional Chinese medicine emphasizes inheritance, but he has no inheritance and is still a Western medicine doctor.

When the time comes, he will meet those masters of traditional Chinese medicine and be looked down upon for no reason. Why would he bother?

Moreover, judging from his current development trend, it is estimated that he will not be able to return to the hospital and work as a professional doctor in the future.

but……

Speaking of this, he thought of the acupuncture classics that he had inherited.

During the days he was hiding in the basement in Hong Kong Island, he discussed some knowledge of traditional Chinese medicine with team leader Feng Xianrong.

Seeing that Team Leader Feng was particularly interested in his special interrogation method, he did not keep it to himself and taught him all at once.

Feng Xianrong has been studying Chinese medicine for almost forty years. Logically, he should have learned it quickly, but unfortunately, ideals are full, but reality is skinny.

He couldn't even determine which acupuncture points should be pierced by taking the patient's pulse.

It was only then that Li Yancheng realized that there seemed to be something wrong with the acupuncture classics he had inherited.

He then taught Feng Xianrong some very practical tricks that he had learned from the Acupuncture Classics.

For example, acupuncture can be used to freeze a person's movements for half a second. This was the method he used to deal with Feng Lianshun last time.

Another example is acupuncture can quickly make a person unconscious or awake.

Sure enough, Feng Xianrong could not learn any of the little tricks involved in finding acupoints. He could only learn a small part of the acupuncture treatment methods involving fixed acupoints.

The method of treating diseases by acupuncture at fixed points has actually always been popular among the people, but the acupuncture methods are different.

The real subtlety of the acupuncture classics passed down by Li Yancheng is just like a decoction. Each person has one needle, and the acupoints used for the same disease are different. If you can't even find which acupoints you need to pierce, how can you learn it?

This is also one of the reasons why he doesn't want to communicate with those people in the field of traditional Chinese medicine, so that others won't accuse him of being too self-centered.

Although those people may keep some secrets even when teaching their apprentices, otherwise there wouldn't be so many precious prescriptions lost in the past, but who can't stand on the moral high ground and accuse others?

He has absolutely no interest in flattering others.

(End of this chapter)