Yuanshin: The duty of the inspector is to eat melons

Without waiting for it to try again, the ice above the pool on the other side spread over at this moment, with an unstoppable trend, filling up the small gap that had just been dug.

A silent roar resounded on the top of the snow mountain, and the silent wind and snow expanded, covering the ice again.

as always.

......

Tavernaar stepped out from the [door door], and stepped on a podium.

Before she could stand still, her face was blurred by the overwhelming flashlights, so bright that she could only raise her hand to cover it.

"My lord!" Victoria shouted in a low voice, Tavernar jumped off the podium table and cast a questioning look, only to see Victoria made several mouth shapes in a row, the content was:

"News, press conference!"

Seemingly sensing Victoria's silent cry, Tavernall realized what was going on here.

A press conference was held to draw the curtain on the previous incident of the pollution of the Lord of Dreamland's divine body.

Zoya's speech had just ended, and she looked at Tavernar with the microphone.

Tavernall quickly went through the large and small speech scripts in his mind, reached out to take the microphone in Zoya's hand, and faced the reporter below.

"Maybe I should introduce myself?" With an indifferent and serious expression, he began his speech on this incident.

Chapter 198 The Poor Man

Tavernall does not have much experience in public speaking, especially in such occasions where there are a large number of people and it is foreseeable that there will be widespread publicity in the future.

Every word, every word she said, will be released into the public eye.

Some people would speculate on the deep meaning contained in her every word, every word, and even every pause in her words.

Tavernal knew there was not much she could say.

"In the end, what I want to say is that the sails of the times have been raised, and the history has been deposited, from which we will draw the strength to move towards the future. Please believe that the future belongs to each of you." qδ

"My words are finished, thank you." Tavernall bowed humbly, and returned the microphone to Victoria.

"It's a good job, and I'll trouble you to finish it." Escorted by several security personnel, Tavernaer separated a few squatting reporters and left the exhibition hall through the small door.

Turning around, she noticed that the exhibition hall behind her was connected to the municipal building.

Presumably, as the direct initiator of this campaign, Puccinera's task is much more arduous than that of the person who contributed to it from the sidelines, and he should be busy at this moment.

Tavernaar walked to the other side of the square and was about to leave in the wind when a carriage stopped a few steps in front of her.

The curtain parted and Pantalone nodded to her.

"What a coincidence, did the Lord Inspector also come to that press conference?"

"You too?"

"Are you going back to the mansion? I'll drop you off." Pantalone smiled and invited Tavernaer to get into the car.

There is no reason not to take a car that does not cost money.

Tavernaar got into the car immediately.

After entering, I found that the carriage was actually equipped with a small heating facility. No wonder I dared to let the carriage wander outside the city hall against the cold wind and was not in a hurry to go back.

As soon as she sat down opposite Pantalone, a plate of pastries was pushed in front of her, and when she looked up, it was Pantalone smiling as usual.

"You're living a really comfortable life." Tavernall twisted a small piece of pastry, feeling a little emotional.

"It's all hard work. It was hard work in the early years. Now that you have the conditions, you should naturally treat yourself better." Pantalone signaled the driver to turn around, then turned around and continued to Tavernall:

"This victory was much easier than I expected. It seems that the main altar located in the underground of the Alexei family had an infighting and was destroyed in advance. As the most polluted area, the military side had already Get ready for massive damage."

"Because of the unexpected chaos, not only were there no casualties among those who attacked the main altar, but all kinds of evidence that could be used to convict them were not destroyed. This allowed our Mr. Mayor to follow the vine and eradicate three secret polluted people. Your family is really a beautiful victory, and Zhidong will remember the achievements of you and Mr. Mayor."

Seeing that he never mentioned himself, Tavenal shook his head lightly, "There is no need for compliments between us, you should know that flattery is meaningless to me, tell me what you want Plan to come down."

"The industrialization of Zhidong has been stagnant for a while, and now that the obstacles have been cleared, when do you plan to take over the land that has been nationalized?"

In this activity involving the participation of all three parties, Puccinera gained political achievements, and Tavernal and the Solstice Propaganda Department behind him gained prestige.

Only this banker with a unique vision was left. It seemed that he had only provided a few pieces of information and funded a part of the operation funds. He didn't have a strong sense of presence, but he actually cleared the way for his future plans.

"I've talked to them about land transfer or lease before, but unfortunately, my sincerity failed to impress them." Pantalone opened the curtains and looked at the street outside the carriage, with a flat and gentle voice, even with a little regret .

Tavernar looked at this man, with a solid smile on his face that completely concealed his true emotions. The cunning chess player hiding behind the scenes was lamenting for an opponent he had never really cared about, and the false truth.

"Stop here, I'm not going back yet."

Tavernal saw the familiar street and decided to get off here.

"Okay, since you said so." Pantalone asked the coachman to stop the car, and opened the door for Tavernal in a gentlemanly manner.

Tavernal jumped out of the car, waved back, and walked to the other side of the street.

Around the corner, there was the old tavern again.

Pushing the door open, the business is still bleak, there are still a few sporadic people, but I saw it once before, it is said that the man who broke his leg happened to be there this time, he was lying on the bar counter, drunk like mud, with a snot Tearsly spit bitter water towards the tavern owner.

Tavernall's arrival only briefly interrupted his complaining, and after the tavern owner brought out a plate of salad for Tavernall and returned to the bar, the man with the broken leg began to state his suffering again.

Although the tavern owner didn't say anything about her arrival, Tavernall was a little disappointed, but she quickly put these aside and listened to the man with the broken leg with great interest.

"I really can't take it anymore. I have worked so hard to help them for so long, but in the end, because I am old and my hands and feet are not as dexterous as before, I will be fired."

"I should have known in the first place when I broke my leg that they wanted young lads, strong lads who could do the work of three, like me, like me..."

The man started to cry while talking, "But my wife is still sick, and my son is only ten years old. I can't live without a job..."

The tavern owner frowned, "Where is the place I recommended you to go? Not satisfied?"

"Hey, boss, the little leader you mentioned died of illness some time ago. The people who came up later, alas, are like that. They don't want me to be so inflexible, unless I am willing to cut my salary, but what about my wife? , what about my son..."

Tavernar understood it, and he was another hard-working man.

In the fast-developing Solstice Winter, although such things are rare, she, Tavernall, knows that there will be many.

This is the case for the disadvantaged groups. Their lives are not guaranteed, and a slight turmoil can destroy their families.

Tavernall lowered his head and ate quietly.

After spitting out his bitterness, the man limped and left the tavern. He still needed to find a new job to make ends meet.

Someone sat across from Tavernar, the owner of the tavern.

"What do you think will happen to him in the future?"

He was referring to the man who had just left.

"Running around for pay, getting sick from overwork, his wife will gradually decline due to illness, and in the end may leave this world early, and the burden of the family will eventually fall on his children, and he may drop out of school and work at a young age. If there is no accident will follow a somewhat different but broadly similar trajectory to his father's."

Tavernal stopped his knife and fork, "This is the epitome of an ordinary person in the background of the times."

"Do you have a solution?" the tavern owner asked again.

Tavernal smiled, "No one is the savior of others. Even if I can help one, I can't save everyone."

The tavern dad got up silently and walked back to the bar.

Both of them are well aware of the other meaning behind this conversation. According to the last time Tavernar brought someone suspected of his subordinates, the tavern owner guessed that he was tall and not a child from an ordinary family. Either rich or powerful.

Finding a job for a crippled man couldn't be easier for these people.

But everyone didn't pick it out, so let's stop.

The tavern owner also asked for something immorally, but just returned to the bar. This time he didn't read any more, and fell into long-term contemplation.

Chapter 199 Practicing Medicine Without a License

Tavernaar paid the bill and left the tavern.

She stood outside the door of the tavern, her eyes swept across the street, and a hidden eye opened in the hair below her neck, catching a faint lingering breath.

Tavernaar followed the traces across the street and through the narrow and dirty alleys. After walking like this for more than ten minutes, he stopped in front of a badly damaged hut.

The window glass of the house facing the street was broken, but it was not replaced with a new one. It was only blocked with cardboard, and a corner beam of the house was also worn out, and it looked crumbling in the non-stop wind and snow.

Although Tavernaar was not walking fast, it was still not much slower than a lame man.

The man who had left before her had just walked to the door of his house at this moment, and pushed the door open with his red, swollen and stiff hands.

Yes, the house didn't even lock the door, and the family was so poor that thieves wouldn't even visit.

Tavernal stood behind him silently.

It wasn't until he entered the room and turned around to close the door that the man saw Taverner behind him and was taken aback.

"Who are you!"

Immediately afterwards, he remembered that he had met him in a tavern not long ago. He was a customer who was incompatible with that old tavern no matter his clothes or temperament, and he exuded an unfriendly aura.

It's just that he didn't know why such a person would find him.

"...Is something wrong?"

"I heard you say in the tavern that your wife seems to be sick?"

"As it happens, I'm a doctor."

"I don't have any money for you." The man waved his hand impatiently, trying to drive away this little girl who didn't know where she came from.

"Honey, have you brought any guests back yet?"

The wife's inquiry came from the house, where she heard the door opening and her husband's voice.

"No money." Tavernaar glanced at the room, then continued to the man:

"My life credo is to see others for free at least once a month, which can give me spiritual satisfaction. You are lucky, I haven't started this month."

His wife had already approached behind him, and the man muttered, "Anyway, I can't give you any money, so you can do whatever you want." After speaking, he got out of the way and walked inside.

Tavernall followed behind and closed the door casually.

The house smells of old herbs, which usually means that there are patients who have been taking medicine for a long time. The woman's footsteps are heavy, and the soles of her feet are almost dragging on the ground. Her body is weak and weak.

"Yeah, who is this lady?" The man's wife stood by the living room, looking a little surprised when she saw Tavernaar.

Because it really doesn't look like someone my husband can know. They are well-dressed, and they still look custom-made. They are clean and there are not many wrinkles, as if they have ironed clothes every day.

"I am the doctor he invited."

The woman was even more surprised, and then became happy, "Honey, have you found a job again? It's great. I'm still worrying about what to do with our family these days. Should I also go out and try my luck?" , maybe some restaurant needs a cleaner..."

The woman talked a lot, but her words were full of concern for her family and children. The man didn't interrupt her, but nodded after she finished speaking, and then said to Taverner with some concern:

"My wife's lungs have not been very good. The air here is too cold. She coughs badly every winter. She can't blow air or do heavy work."

"You..." He paused in the middle of speaking, as if realizing that his tone was not respectful enough, he quickly changed his words: "Doctor, is there anything else she can do about this situation?"

Tavernaar didn't answer right away. She first walked up to the woman and circled around her. In the process, she saw the situation on the woman more clearly, and then motioned the woman to sit down on a stool beside her.

After the people were seated, Tavernal started a symbolic consultation, trying to make himself look more professional.

The woman answered her many questions, and only after going through the relevant questions did she pull out a bottle of strange potion from her pocket.

It was a strange bottle of pale white potion that looked like a surging mist. Through the colorless glass container, it looked somewhat mysterious under the dim light in the room.

"You are really lucky, because not long ago I developed a specific medicine for this disease, drink it, and you will be fine."

Tavernaar handed the medicine in the test tube-like glass container to the woman.

"Will there be any side effects, doctor..." The man was hesitant to say anything, he really didn't believe that there is any medicine that can cure the disease after drinking it once, not to mention the various treatments they have been able to do over the years After trying them all, every doctor shook his head in the face of his wife's illness.

Without saying a word, Tavernar opened the potion and poured a third of it into his mouth, "Do you think I'm going to joke about my life?"

The man was speechless for a moment.

"Sorry." After a while, he lowered his head.

Tavenal handed the medicine to the woman again, and looked at her encouragingly.

The woman drank the potion, closed her eyes and felt the changes.

She stood up little by little, and began to take a deep breath, one time, two times, blood gradually appeared on her face, and the look in her eyes became bright.

"This feels great, doctor, your potion is really amazing." The woman came to her senses first, the heavy feeling of congestion in her chest for many years was gone, and the faint tingling pain also disappeared, and she seemed to have returned to the When you were young, back when your body was still healthy.

The tangled pain on the man's face was gradually dissipated by his wife's visible good condition. He stood aside, recalling his indifference and distrust just now, and a burst of guilt hit his heart.