It's hard to quit, but it's the perfect marriage!

Zhou Yinghuai suppressed his playful and carefree mood, his deep eyes narrowing.

Chen Nan was also sensible; he immediately drove away from the hospital and headed straight for the airport.

Zhou Yinghuai answered Old A's call and said, "Speak."

It wasn't quiet on Old A's end. "Boss Zhou."

Zhou Yinghuai hummed in agreement and got straight to the point, "Congratulations, shall I?"

A lighter clicked on the other end of the phone, and after a three-second pause, the conversation resumed, only after Zhou Yinghuai urged him to continue.

Congratulations on your hasty departure abroad; Zhou Yinghuai has already accomplished a great deal in the rush.

No matter how skilled he was or how long his arms were, he couldn't reach across the vast distance.

"Old A, just say what you have to say!"

Old A exhaled a smoke ring and glanced at Zhu He, who was still busy in the lab and almost went crazy.

A laboratory that wasn't small is now reduced to ruins, blackened by soot and broken bones.

"Brother, it's a bit difficult for him if he doesn't eat or drink."

Zhou Yinghuai frowned, slowly lowering his long, crossed legs. "Not feeling well?"

"You're in great shape," Old A said, his cigarette burning down to almost nothing. He congratulated Old A, his hands blackened, as he pinched a piece of unrecognizable remnant.

He shook his head helplessly, standing under the tree. "Boss Zhou, Brother Zhu is in a frenzy! He's not eating or drinking, and he doesn't see anyone alive!"

Unnatural hyperactivity.

Zhou Yinghuai was looking at the photos and videos transmitted back to his tablet, including several close-up shots of congratulatory faces.

The congratulatory photos no longer capture the carefree and relaxed atmosphere of that night when we were toasting and drinking together.

He didn't know the Zhu siblings very well, but he could tell that Zhu Xi and Zhu He were the same kind of people.

They are obsessed and overly attached to things.

He is nonchalant and indifferent, but when he cares, he is stubbornly unyielding.

Their lives have a future; even if they give it their all, Zhu Xi and Zhu He will reach the finish line and win that red flag fluttering in the wind.

Zhou Yinghuai was completely helpless against Zhu He's current excitement.

He couldn't bring himself to stop it, even though he now had a stance.

"Old A," Zhou Yinghuai said in a deep voice, "what did your men find out?"

Old A sighed again, followed by heartfelt admiration for Zhou Yinghuai, "I knew I couldn't hide it from you."

Zhou Yinghuai locked the screen, pinched his brow, and looked out the window.

Because all my attention was on congratulating them, I didn't notice for a moment and strained my shoulder again.

I slept soundly last night, and the shock was even more intense than the first time.

Zhou Yinghuai gave a soft groan, rubbed his arm, and listened as Old A continued to report the situation.

"There are signs of arson at the scene. The fire was too big, and there are too few clues at the scene. My people are still investigating. You know, I need time."

"Ruleing out the possibility of it being an inside job, I suspect it was done by a rival!"

The faint screen light reflected off Zhou Yinghuai's face, but this level of light could not smooth out his tightly furrowed brows.

He stared at the message Zhu Xi had just sent and said to Old A across the ocean, "I'll find someone to cooperate with you. Just tell me what you need. I need to uncover the whole truth within three days!"

He sighed deeply, swallowed hard, and said earnestly, "Old A, please! Protect Zhu He, and make sure we find the mastermind behind this!"

Zhou Yinghuai rarely had such murderous intent; his life before the age of 30 had been too smooth.

Even though he had witnessed too many black-and-white views of human nature, good and evil, he never harbored any thoughts of destroying or killing life.

But now that the ugliness of human nature has reached out to him, don't blame him for becoming increasingly aggressive.

"Old A, once you find the arsonist, don't take action yet, wait for me to get there!"

Old A was quite surprised. "You're going to handle this personally?"

"Yes."

"You didn't even consider killing him in the underground casino in City A, Boss Zhou, you're such a saint, you're going to have to draw blood!"

Zhou Yinghuai spoke each word with ruthless cruelty: "The bottom line is here; cross it and you'll be killed!"

"OK!"

The call with Old A has ended.

Zhou Yinghuai immediately put on a smiling face and made a video call to Zhu Xi.

Zhu Xi didn't answer immediately, letting Zhou Yinghuai listen to the ringtone for over ten seconds, which sounded like a young person complaining about their dissatisfaction.

He smiled, thinking she was busy again, and was about to hang up.

Unexpectedly, Zhu Xi answered first.

In an instant, Zhou Yinghuai's phone screen was filled with a sea of ​​white and uneven backs of heads.

He didn't speak, but waited shrewdly for Zhu Xi's signal.

Never before had Zhou Yinghuai waited so patiently. He listened to her report, which was full of technical jargon, and thought of the professional books on her desk in the dormitory.

For him, written words are like a foreign language; at this moment, they are like a foreign language.

As Zhou Yinghuai watched the screen occasionally glide across her chin and the white blur of the phone camera lens, which seemed to be wandering off somewhere, a warmth suddenly welled up in his heart.

Perhaps Zhu Xi was like that when she was in school.

Caught using his phone, he frantically hid it.

Not knowing where to hide it, I could only helplessly turn my hand around.

Zhou Yinghuai really wanted to cause her trouble, and several times he tried to cough lightly to make his presence known, but he was afraid that she would really get angry, so he had to give up.

He prided himself on being a patient person, but little did he know that such quiet waiting could not satisfy his desire to possess and admire Zhu Xi.

Humans are inherently contradictory.

Control your desires and strive for respect.

Zhou Yinghuai started arguing back and forth between his left and right brains, and after several rounds of debate, it was still difficult to determine a winner.

When the situation became tense, he heard the name "Zhu Xi".

The voice sounded somewhat aged, and one could still faintly detect a hint of interrogation and censorship.

Zhou Yinghuai raised his eyebrows; it was the first time he had ever heard of his wife being called out by a strict teacher.

Director Hao: "Zhu Xi, come here."

The camera followed the owner's movements, and Zhou Yinghuai saw a fleeting glimpse of a fingertip on the screen. He raised an eyebrow and silently increased the volume.

"How should we plan the surgery for this patient? What key indicators should be examined preoperatively? What are the key points during the surgery? What is the best postoperative recovery outcome?"

Director Hao spoke for a long time, his words serious and devoid of any human warmth.

Zhu Xi was caught off guard and chuckled awkwardly, "Huh?"

Director Hao snorted coldly and continued to deliver the final blow, "Ah!"

The monosyllabic words, spoken by Director Hao in a sarcastic tone, successfully sent Zhu Xi back to the university classroom.

"Do I need to give President Zhu some time to look up information about Doubao?" Director Hao sneered, then added sarcastically, "Should I lend you my phone? I just downloaded Doubao last night."

Zhu Xi scratched his head, then steeled his resolve. "For benign tumors like this, I suggest we treat them while the patient is still young..."

Zhou Yinghuai listened attentively, and could even tell from the fluctuations in her tone whether she was relaxed or nervous.

Zhu Xi stuttered a bit during the first half, repeating three sentences.

He gradually found his rhythm, performed smoothly, and answered questions fluently.

Even though Director Hao kept increasing the stakes, Zhu Xi did not fall behind.

Finally, Director Hao smiled, though it was unclear whether he was speaking to the patient or the intern.

"This is my apprentice; he's good at memorizing!"

Zhu Xi tensed her back, gripped the ground with her toes, gave Director Hao a disdainful look, and silently took a step back.

The interlude of asking questions has temporarily come to an end.

Zhu Xicai slipped outside to check on Zhou Yinghuai's video.

The two finally locked eyes, and Zhou Yinghuai said, "Not bad."

As he spoke, he transferred another 52000 to her, saying, "This is a reward from your brother."

He was also proud because of Zhu Xi's excellence, and because he was the husband of such an outstanding doctor.

It's legal.

Zhu Xi pouted, not accepting the payment first, but asked worriedly, "Zhou Yinghuai, I still can't get in touch with my brother."