Restarting life by going to the countryside to support medical work

Chapter 619 Threat
Although Li Yancheng had a smile on his face when he stood up, his wife Luo Min could tell at a glance that the smile on her husband's face did not reach his eyes, but was only on the surface.

As a couple married for over ten years, she knows her husband very well. There's only one explanation for this situation: he has something on his mind, and this thing is making him very unhappy.

"Sigh, that patient I saw this morning." Li Yancheng lowered his head and gently kissed his wife's forehead before explaining the reason for his bad mood.

Of course, he would never say that the patient was his mother in his previous life. If he dared to say that, even if Luo Min loved him very much, she would only think that he had suffered some kind of trauma and was having delusions.

When she heard him say that what he had just written was a revised treatment plan, she turned her head to take a look, but didn't pay much attention to it, since she couldn't understand it anyway.

She was more concerned about her man's feelings.

Luo Min raised her head and looked at her husband, saying softly, "Birth, aging, sickness and death are the natural course of life. You are a doctor, and although your medical skills are quite good, you can't cure all diseases. You should understand these principles better than I do."

"Hehe," Li Yancheng chuckled as he looked at his wife, who was cradling him so carefully in his arms. This time, the laughter went straight to his heart.

He reached out and pinched his wife's nose, nodded, and said, "I was being too attached to appearances. Let's go downstairs. What do you want to eat tonight? I'll cook for us."

"Really?"

"of course it's true."

"I want to eat hot pot, Sichuan-style hot pot."

"Let's go!"

"Are you really going to do it? Didn't you say that thing is troublesome, and you have to stir-fry the ingredients?"

"No matter how troublesome it is, as long as my wife wants to eat it, that's fine."

"Hehe... MUA..." Luo Min chuckled and gently kissed the corner of her man's lips.

……

The Li family plans to have Sichuan hot pot for dinner, but they still need some time to prepare. Meanwhile, the Zhu Yongyang family, who lives not far from the Li family, has already started eating.

This guy followed Li Yancheng's advice and has begun to gradually withdraw from the ghost market business. However, since his family and business are so large, he can't just quit. He can only take it one step at a time.

In this way, he felt much more relaxed. As the old saying goes, a broad mind leads to a healthy body. In just two or three months, his weight soared by twenty pounds, and his face became much rounder. He was always cheerful. If he got any fatter, he would really look like Maitreya Buddha.

"Dong dong dong..."

I was chatting with my wife when there was a knock on the door.

"Who is this? Why are you here at this hour?"

He waved his hand to stop his wife from moving, put down his chopsticks, got up and walked out of the house, asking loudly, "Who is it?"

No one answered, but there were a few more knocks on the door.

"Hey, who is it? Are you mute or what?"

Zhu Yongyang shouted loudly as he walked towards the gate.

Even as he reached the door, the person knocking outside remained silent, only coughing once.

Judging from the sound of the cough, the person knocking on the door was a man, and he was quite old.

No matter how he asked, the man wouldn't speak and he didn't know what was wrong with him. This made Zhu Yongyang, who had already walked over, frown. He didn't rush to open the door, but instead reached behind his back with his right hand and touched his waist. When he returned to the front, he had a dagger in his hand.

He has been dealing in various invoices and scarce supplies for many years, maintaining many relationships, but also offending many people, and there are many who want to get rid of him.

Therefore, he always carried a dagger with him in case of emergency.

He gripped the dagger in a reverse grip before opening the door a crack.

Standing outside the door was indeed a man, though his appearance was not yet clear. He was of medium build, wearing a navy blue half-length cotton overcoat and military green trousers. He wore a very ordinary worker's hat and a gray acrylic scarf around his neck, which was wrapped very high, covering most of his face, leaving only his small eyes visible.

"Who are you looking for?" Zhu Yongyang frowned as he looked at the person standing outside the door, and his tone was not very polite.

"Who are you asking? Who are you? You're not saying a word, are you mute or deaf?"

The person outside the door did not answer the question. He first looked Zhu Yongyang up and down before speaking.

"Zhu Yongyang, Master Zhu..."

The voice of the person outside the door was not pleasant; it had a sharp, abrasive quality, like the sound of sand rubbing against glass, and was rather grating.

"I am Zhu Yongyang, who are you?"

"Who I am is not important, what's important is that I have this." As he spoke, the man took out a neatly folded piece of paper from the pocket of his cotton coat and handed it over.

Zhu Yongyang lowered his eyes and glanced at the paper the man handed him, but did not reach out to take it. Instead, he raised his eyes again and looked at the man outside the door.

"You'll see what it is once you take a look. I'm sure you'll be interested in what's written here, Mr. Zhu."

The man outside the door understood the meaning in Zhu Yongyang's eyes, and raised the paper in his hand as he spoke.

"Ha...playing tricks!"

Old Zhu didn't tolerate him at all. After saying something with a cold laugh, he slammed the door shut.

The man outside seemed surprised by this outcome. Even though the Zhu family's gate was closed, his right hand, still holding the paper, was still outstretched until he heard the sound of bolting the door from inside. Only then did he come to his senses.

He stared blankly at the paper in his hand, then turned to look at the closed door, seemingly unable to believe what had happened.

But soon, he raised his free left hand and knocked on the door a few times.

"First, tell me who you are and what brings you here."

"dong dong dong"

The only response Old Zhu received was another knock on the door.

"Ha, you have a really bad habit with the ball. Take your time tapping it."

Old Zhu still had no intention of indulging him. Since you want to play the deep and mysterious card, then take your time. I'm not going to play along. I'd like to see how long you can keep this up.

Before the words were finished, footsteps could be heard leaving from inside the door.

Now the man outside the door could finally confirm that the other person wasn't joking with him, but was serious and genuinely didn't want to deal with him.

"and many more……"

He hurriedly called out, "Master Zhu, I just want to make friends with you."

"Making friends?" Old Zhu's voice came from inside the door, but not from behind the door, but from a relatively far place.

"Hehe, I, Zhu, never make friends with people who have no name or surname, let alone deal with people who pretend to be mysterious."

!!!

Old Zhu's words clearly stunned the man outside the door. He raised his left hand and waved it in the air, quite annoyed. He probably didn't expect that his pretentious act of coming here would backfire.

"Mr. Zhu, I'm really sorry, my name is Liu Zizhou, this is my real name. I always carry my household registration book with me, you can take a look if you don't believe me. Also, I came to see you today because I sincerely want to make friends with you. I believe you will be very interested in what is written on this piece of paper in my hand."

There was no sound coming from inside the door. Just when the man outside thought that Old Zhu didn't believe him and had left, there was a sudden sound of the door latch being pulled from inside.

This made him breathe a sigh of relief, take a small step back, and pull down the scarf that was covering his face.

Soon, the door was opened again, but just like before, it was only opened a crack.

"What did you say your name was?"

After opening the door, Zhu Yongyang first stared at the man's face carefully. After confirming that he did not recognize this middle-aged man who looked to be in his fifties, he asked.

"Uncle Zhu, my name is Liu Zizhou, and I have my household registration book with me." As he spoke, he reached out and unbuttoned one of the buttons on his coat, preparing to take something out of his inner pocket.

"No need." Seeing his gesture, Old Zhu waved his hand: "You just said that there was something on that piece of paper you had that I was interested in?"

"That's right"

Seeing that Zhu Yongyang said there was no need to see the household registration book, the man outside the door stopped insisting on taking things out of his inner pocket and instead stretched out the paper he was holding in his right hand.

This time, Old Zhu didn't refuse. He first took a deep look at the middle-aged man outside the door before raising his hand to take the neatly folded piece of paper.

After receiving it, he hesitated for a moment before slowly unfolding the paper and carefully examining its contents under the light from the doorway.

After glancing at it a few times, his pupils contracted sharply, and he abruptly raised his head, coldly staring at the middle-aged man standing opposite him.

"What, are you trying to threaten me with this?"

"No, no, no, Mr. Zhu, you've misunderstood." The middle-aged man waved his hand with a smile and said, "As I said before, Mr. Zhu, I just want to make friends with you."

"Heh," Zhu Yongyang chuckled coldly, waving the paper in his hand and saying, "Your method of making friends is quite unique. So, tell me, what exactly do you want? Or what do you want to get from me?"

"Mr. Zhu, this isn't the place to talk. How about... we find somewhere quieter? I'm sure you don't want too many people to know about this, right?"

The middle-aged man's words sounded like he was asking for opinions, but you could tell from his expression that he was certain Zhu Yongyang would agree.

Sure enough, after staring intently at the middle-aged man for a while, Old Zhu said, "Go wait for me at the alley entrance, I'll be right out."

"okay"

The middle-aged man nodded with a smile, without saying a word, and turned to walk towards the alley entrance.

"call……"

After watching the middle-aged man's figure disappear from his sight, Zhu Yongyang let out a long sigh of relief, then looked down at the paper in his hand, a cold glint flashing in his eyes.

After letting out another heavy breath, he folded the paper in his hand again and put it in his pocket. Then he rubbed his face, closed the door, and turned to walk into the house.

Less than five minutes later, Zhu Yongyang came out of the courtyard gate.

"Alright, close the door. I'll try to be back as early as possible tonight."

"Okay, take your time. Just knock when you come back. I'll wait for you."

Behind him were his wife's earnest words of advice.

Zhu Yongyang didn't turn his head, but simply raised his arm and waved, as if in response to his wife's words.

At the entrance of the alley, when he came out, the middle-aged man named Liu Zizhou was squatting by the roadside, puffing away on his cigarette.

In Beijing on a winter's day, even though it was only six o'clock in the afternoon, it was already completely dark. Because it was Sunday, there were no crowds of people leaving get off work. The few pedestrians who were there were all bundled up tightly and hurried along. It was freezing cold, and no one wanted to linger outside.

Perhaps hearing the footsteps behind him, just as Zhu Yongyang was about to walk over, the middle-aged man who was squatting there turned around and looked over.

When he saw the person he was waiting for come out, he stood up, supporting himself on his knees with his hands.

"Mr. Zhu, shall we find a restaurant and chat while we eat?"

"No need," Zhu Yongyang waved his hand. He didn't want to sit at the same table as this guy who was threatening him.

"If you have anything to say, just say it here."

As he spoke, Old Zhu took out a cigarette from his pants pocket and lit it. Through the rising smoke, he squinted at the middle-aged man opposite him, trying to see what he was up to.

Seeing that Zhu Yongyang had rejected his suggestion, the middle-aged man smiled helplessly. He turned to look around, and after making sure no one was paying attention, he took a small step forward and said in a low voice.

"Master Zhu, I have a favor to ask of you."

"Hehe, this isn't how you should act when asking for a favor. Alright, stop pretending. Just tell me what it is."

Although he was taken aback, the middle-aged man was not annoyed. He still smiled and said softly, "Mr. Zhu, I hope you can introduce me to Director Li of the Municipal Public Security Bureau."

"Director Li of the Municipal Public Security Bureau?"

The middle-aged man's words made Zhu Yongyang pause for a moment before asking with some surprise, "Is the Director Li you're talking about the same person I'm thinking of?"

"Mr. Zhu, the Director Li I'm talking about is your old classmate."

"Heh, you've done quite a thorough investigation." Zhu Yongyang chuckled coldly.

"I'm here to ask for your help. If I don't know anything, how can I ask you for help, Master Zhu?"

The middle-aged man didn't care about Zhu Yongyang's cold words at all, and said with a smile.

Old Zhu fell silent. He wanted to refuse the middle-aged man's request, but the piece of paper in his pocket reminded him that if he really refused, he might not be able to bear the consequences.

But if he doesn't refuse, who knows if this guy will keep threatening him because he has something on him.

Seemingly sensing what he was thinking, the middle-aged man said, "Mr. Zhu, I know what you're worried about, but you have no choice now but to trust my promise."

As he spoke, he raised his right hand and held up his index finger: "I only ask you to help me with this one thing. After this is done, I promise I won't come looking for you again."

promise?

Old Zhu could never believe such words that could be uttered so easily, but did he have a choice?

No, just like the middle-aged man said, he had no choice but to believe him.

Ugh……

Zhu Yongyang clenched his fists in frustration, but quickly released them and said in a low voice, "What do you want with Director Li?"

"I'm sorry, I can't tell you that, but you can rest assured that I will definitely not do anything to harm Director Li."

"When?"

"Of course, the sooner the better."

(End of this chapter)