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At this moment, the flight attendant also rushed over. Song Jinhan disarmed the woman's arm again and took out the blade in her hand.

The two police officers, one old and one young, looked slightly upset and quickly apologized, "Comrade, I'm sorry to have frightened you."

The middle-aged man in the box's eyes flickered, and then he closed the door again. Song Jinhan just glanced at the door of the box and had a rough idea in his mind that there must have been a misunderstanding and he had found the wrong person.

Given their current identities, the couple is not worthy of being assassinated by spies.

"Mom, what happened outside?" Yining rubbed his eyes and yawned.

Yun Tinglan looked calm, "It's okay, the thief was caught by your father for stealing."

"There are pickpockets on trains? How disgusting." Yining thought again of the time when he was robbed that year.

Soon, the police came again, accompanied by the flight attendant, and brought steak, burgers and Chinese food to express their gratitude. The police stayed to record my statement, asking me my identity and purpose of travel in detail.

Song Jinhan did not hide anything, nor did he need to hide anything. Their identities were easy to confirm. It was just a matter of making a phone call.

When seeing people off the box, he keenly noticed that there were a few unfamiliar faces around him. They seemed to be standing casually in front of the aisle window and chatting, but in fact they were secretly guarding the next box.

Song Jinhan shook his head at Yun Tinglan implicitly. This matter was not directed at them. He pointed to the next door and said silently, "Accident, the wrong target was found."

No, you got it right.

Yun Tinglan had already learned the whole story from Ling Xi. She didn't know what to say for a moment. The only word in her mind was "accidental combination of circumstances".

It just so happened that they were on the same train as the adult who came to conduct the investigation in concealed identity.

No one knew where the rumor came from, saying that she was transferred to Beijing this time to treat that patient. The secret agent knew that the possibility of assassinating him was slim, so he turned his spearhead towards Yun Tinglan.

They were on the same train, and in the next compartment, so the hidden spies were ready to move. However, they were just small minions communicating with secret codes, and no other useful information was obtained from them, so Yun Tinglan knew very little.

What happened in the carriage obviously alarmed the Beijing side. After the train arrived at the station, she could clearly feel that the atmosphere in the train station was different, and cordons were set up in some areas.

Yining curiously peeped through the car window and asked, "Is there an important person traveling?"

Yun Tinglan pulled her daughter's head in and said, "It's cold, don't catch a cold." She then closed the window to avoid joining in the fun.

"It's far worse than the Northeast." Yining didn't feel cold at all, but she still sat obediently next to her mother, waiting for everyone else to get off the train before her family got off.

Someone from the College of Traditional Chinese Medicine came to pick us up, and the jeep went straight into the school’s staff quarters and stopped in front of a two-story townhouse.

There are six households in a row, and each household has a small courtyard. This house is much better than the standard three-bedroom and one-living-room house mentioned earlier.

Seeing Yun Tinglan's confusion, the man handed her the key with a smile, "The higher-ups think highly of Professor Yun. They say that an experienced master of traditional Chinese medicine like you is a national treasure and cannot be measured simply by your diploma."

Yun Tinglan knew in her heart that the "above" he mentioned was not the leaders of the medical school, but the real "above". Was it a compensation for the assassination on the train?

It's really not.

Three days later, Yun Tinglan met the elder. He was indeed in poor health, but in good spirits and very kind to Yun Tinglan. It was very comfortable to talk to him, just like an elder next door, without any airs.

Just like that, Yun Tinglan got a job in the Health Insurance Bureau and became the "Imperial Physician Behind the Red Walls", responsible for the traditional Chinese medicine health care and health care there.

At the beginning, she had to discuss and research the prescriptions and dietary recipes she prescribed with the director of the Health Bureau and another senior senior.

Seeing that the adult's health was getting better day by day, the two of them also recognized Yun Tinglan's medical skills. When talking to Yun Tinglan, they no longer used the tone of an elder, but discussed pharmacology knowledge with the attitude of peers.

She would visit her from time to time and borrow ancient books from her study. Yun Tinglan also scanned many rare medical books and secret recipes from their study.

When medical school started, she wore thick glasses and dark clothes, just to look calm and old-fashioned.

Yining sat in his seat and almost didn't recognize the person.

Time passed slowly. Yun Tinglan went to the Chinese medicine hospital to see patients on Monday, Wednesday and Friday, attended classes at school on Tuesday, Thursday and Saturday, and had to give acupuncture to the patient on Sunday. She became the busiest person in the family.

Song Jinhan is still in the home appliance factory. The technology research and development is on the right track. As the factory director, he is more responsible for negotiating business. Zhou Changqing has teased him more than once, "You are a factory director, but you also work part-time in the sales department. The factory should pay you double the salary."

In fact, everyone knows that Song Jinhan has to go through Beijing every time he goes on a business trip. It is understandable that the couple live apart. Besides, he always brings back orders every time he goes on a "business trip". The people in the sales department want to worship him and win without doing anything.

The orders for refrigerators and electric fans have been placed until September. Even Gao Chengli doesn't care, and no one talks about it.

But if you walk by the river, your shoes will get wet.

That day, just after Song Jinhan finished a leadership meeting, someone blocked the door of the meeting room and asked her to have tea.

The reason? It was reported.

When Yun Tinglan received Xu Jianmin's call, she was stunned for a moment, but she was not worried. After hanging up the phone, she went to work as usual.

She still has a class to go to.

On the way to the classroom, she pondered over and over again in her mind that if there were any problems with Song Jinhan, the only thing that could be used to make a fuss was the fact that he had been the director of the Revolutionary Committee.

But if you really check, you will find that he not only did not persecute anyone during his tenure, but used his position to protect many people. Even if you don't look at Song Jinhan's achievements in the past ten years, he should not be regarded as one of the three types of people to be liquidated.

Unless someone is doing something bad on purpose! Who could it be?

When she walked to the classroom door, she already had the answer in her mind - Zhang Zhigang.

It’s better to take a break from work and have a good rest at home.

As soon as the get out of class was over, she prepared to take Yining to the train station to pick someone up. As soon as she walked out of the classroom, she saw counselor Ma and an old man waiting outside.

Counselor Ma said, "I have something to ask you."

He motioned Yun Tinglan to talk to one side, and when they were some distance away from the old man, he whispered the reason, "Zhang Yan from Pharmacology, that uncle is her father, he has stomach cancer, and Western medicine says it will only take a month or two.

Look, summer vacation is coming soon. That uncle wants us to find an excuse to keep Zhang Yan in school and not let her go home, and he doesn’t want her to know that her father has cancer…”

Yun Tinglan looked at the old man. He had dark skin and a shriveled body, which was somewhat abnormally hunched. He had a smile on his face, but his hands pressed on his stomach from time to time.

Obviously, he was enduring the pain, trying not to look too embarrassed and embarrass his child.

Pity the parents of the world.

Yun Tinglan sighed inwardly, walked over and said, "Uncle, what do you think about letting Zhang Yan go to the hospital for internship?"

"Yes, yes, yes. I can do anything. Just don't let the child go home. The child is very careful (dialect, meaning thrifty). If he delays the summer vacation, he will have to wait until the end of the year to go back. By then..." He had also finished the funeral and would not burden the child. "Professor Yun, thank you."

The old man's address made Yun Tinglan stunned, "Uncle, do you know me?"