Luo Zhiyuan stood quietly at the door of his mother's bedroom, staring at his mother's lying in a well-dressed and thin back, and his eyes became brighter and brighter.

It is not difficult for my mother to disappear. As long as my mother is not allowed to go to Beijing, the disaster will naturally stop. But on this side of my father, it is not too urgent. We should clarify our thoughts and slowly plan it.

For him, the worst result is that even if his father loses his post in the end, as long as his parents are alive, the Luo family still has a chance to make a comeback.

He gently closed the door for his mother, sat on the old-fashioned spring sofa in the living room, making a creaking sound. After a moment of silence, he touched his father's "Butterfly Spring" brand cigarette from the coffee table, took one to light it, and took a deep breath.

He didn't smoke when he first started working. Later, he learned to smoke after his parents died one after another, which was probably related to his depression and depression at that time.

Smoking a cigarette, he fell into contemplation for a long time until the pager sounded again, interrupting his thoughts.

Still a message: Quick call 5623481, urgent!

Luo Zhiyuan let out a long sigh. According to his memories of his previous life, this was obviously a paging message sent by his college classmate and loyal friend An Guoqing.

Back then, An Guoqing also sent three or four text messages to page in a row today, but Luo Zhiyuan did not call back because of his father's accident. After a long time, he forgot and put it aside. Therefore, the friendship between the two broke into rifts and almost no longer contacted them since then. Just a year before Luo Zhiyuan was appointed as deputy county magistrate in his previous life, he met An Guoqing, who was already a successful businessman in the provincial capital, but the relationship was no longer there. He just said hello and passed by him in a hurry.

Luo Zhiyuan pondered for a moment, grabbed the phone and went back.

"Hey, who?"

"Brother, my country is celebrating, why don't you reply to me?" The familiar and unfamiliar voice of An Guoqing came from the other end of the phone.

This guy claimed to be the hoarse singer in college. He once became famous in Northern University for his song "Xintianyou" with a rooster crowing, becoming a classic joke for Luo Zhiyuan and his group.

"Oh, National Day. Are you asking me for something?" Luo Zhiyuan said softly, his voice not as enthusiastic, but also as indifferent.

For An Guoqing, the relationship between the two is still in the intimacy of drinking and bragging every day when they were young and watching pornographic videos. But for Luo Zhiyuan, after decades of sedimentation, this relationship has actually faded and far away.

Besides, he is in a bad mood now.

"cao, can't I talk to you if I have nothing to do?" An Guoqing sweared.

"I have something wrong with my dad. I'm very busy now. If nothing matters, we'll talk later."

Hearing Luo Zhiyuan's voice a little lonely and impatient, An Guoqing was stunned and immediately said enthusiastically: "What's wrong, buddy? What happened? Didn't your father just become the deputy county magistrate? Tell me, my father is at least working in the province, so he can't help you."

An Guoqing is really concerned, not pretentious or hypocritical.

Luo Zhiyuan felt aroused, and suddenly remembered An Guoqing's father An Zhiru works in the Provincial Department of Education and is still a director. He sighed and said, "I can't explain it clearly on the phone. In short, my father was implicated and was caused by the Discipline Inspection Commission..."

An Guoqing was silent for a moment, then chuckled and said, "Brother, I won't be fooling around you. Originally, I asked you for help today. Now it seems that this matter is really a coincidence..."

"What the hell is it? Let's explain it clearly." Luo Zhiyuan raised his eyebrows.

"Last year, you gave my father acupuncture and cured his neurasthenia and insomnia for many years... It just so happened that a leader of the Provincial Commission for Discipline Inspection had back pain and could not be cured for a long time. After seeing traditional Chinese medicine and Western medicine countless times, it was ineffective. My father recommended you to others... Brother, come here and take the opportunity to help your father move." An Guoqing's speech speed was a little quick.

Although Luo Zhiyuan had no intention of practicing medicine, he was "cultivated" by his grandfather as his successor since he was a child. Whether he was happy or not, he passively inherited the essence of the Mu family's medical skills, especially the Mu's acupuncture method, which was even more exciting.

In college, Luo Zhiyuan occasionally showed some medical skills and acupuncture techniques, such as when he encountered a classmate who was suffering from an acute illness, he couldn't help but interfere, and used acupuncture or moxibustion to rejuvenate his life. Familiar students all know his origins in his family. He is a "little miracle doctor" who does not have a medical qualification certificate but has real skills. If his classmates and teachers have headaches, fevers and difficult diseases, they will come to him to apply acupuncture for free, and even prescribe prescriptions.

Luo Zhiyuan is willing to help others, but only for minor illnesses. It’s not that he can’t treat a serious illness, but that he is not a practicing doctor after all. If an accident occurs, he will become an illegal practice of medicine. This is not a trivial matter.

In his senior year, An Guoqing's father An Zhiru's insomnia became more and more serious, and it was difficult for him to seek medical treatment and medicine everywhere to truly work. An Guoqing strongly recommended Luo Zhiyuan to his father.

An Zhiru, with the mentality of giving it a try, asked An Guoqing to give an injection, but the symptoms were greatly alleviated that day.

After a continuous course of treatment and seven days of acupuncture, the insomnia that troubled An Zhiru for several years was cured without medicine. An Zhiru was amazed by it and looked at Luo Zhiyuan with a high glance.

After hearing An Guoqing's words, Luo Zhiyuan pursed his lips and said in a deep voice: "Guoqing, what kind of leader is it?"

"The deputy secretary of the Provincial Commission for Discipline Inspection and the deputy secretary ranked first, and the department-level cadre is definitely a very powerful leader." An Guoqing answered gently.

"Okay, I can go to the provincial capital to try it, but on National Day, you have to let Uncle An tell people clearly that I am an unlicensed medical practitioner, not a full-time doctor. If you can trust me, I can cure me, but if you can't trust me, that's another matter." Luo Zhiyuan's eyes were filled with a layer of light, and his voice was low and firm.

"Don't worry, my dad has introduced your situation. It is said that they also know that your grandfather is a famous old Chinese doctor, and it's just Mu Shenjian." An Guoqing laughed, "When the time comes, let him say something for your dad, it will definitely work. Your city leaders will definitely not dare not give him face."

"Okay. Today is Wednesday and National Day. Please help me make an appointment with him. It's the weekend. I'll handle some private matters in the past two days and accompany my mother. I'll go there on Saturday." Luo Zhiyuan simply set a time with An Guoqing and hung up the phone.

The opportunity provided by An Guoqing to treat the disease for the deputy secretary of the Provincial Commission for Discipline Inspection is an unexpected surprise. However, Luo Zhiyuan did not think that if he spoke vernacularly, he could help his father "talk" - even if he helped him cure the disease. Because the complexity of the case involved in Luo Polu was far from useful if anyone said a few words.

However, taking the upper level route is definitely a shortcut to breaking the deadlock.

But before "letting", he must clarify some problems and master some key and substantial evidence. Only in this way can the leaders of the provincial discipline inspection commission pay great attention.

After hanging up the phone, Luo Zhiyuan heard something behind him. When he turned around, he saw his mother walking out. His body was a little unstable and his face was pale, so he quickly went forward to support her.

"Son, who did you talk to on the phone just now?" Mu Qing sighed and said, "You are hungry, mom will cook for you!"

"Mom, I'm not hungry. My classmate An Guoqing came to me and said that his father recommended me to a leader of the Provincial Commission for Discipline Inspection and asked me to go over and give him an injection. I'm going to go there on the weekend and talk about my father's affairs." Luo Zhiyuan said this intentionally or unintentionally, just to relieve his mother's heart.

Mu Qing's eyes lit up, he grabbed Luo Zhiyuan's wrist and said hurriedly: "Son, this is an opportunity. Your father was framed. Go and help others see, and you must talk about your father's grievances..."

Luo Zhiyuan comforted softly: "Mom, don't worry first. The Discipline Inspection Commission is just talking to my dad. Maybe my dad will come back tomorrow..."

Mu Qing shook his head sadly: "How is that possible? Son, you are still young and don't understand the sins of officialdom. Although your father didn't tell me clearly, we have been married for more than 20 years, so how can I not understand him? This time he went there, he just cared about burning his boats... Those people are so dark, your father doesn't know what's going on now..."

Mu Qing choked up again.
Chapter completed!