Beijing-Hong Kong Confession

Zhu Xia drooped her eyelids and slowly sent a message to Li Baize.

Li Baize: "I have checked other people, and Zheng Tianyou is the most likely person you are looking for. Can't the business be checked?"

Li Baize: "I have also investigated many aristocratic families before."

Zhu Xia: “I can’t find it.”

Zhu Xia: "Merchants are not ordinary aristocratic families."

People in the upper class are cruel and vicious, and few of them are good.

Shang Xun seems easy to talk to on the surface, but once his interests are affected, he will never show mercy.

Not only Li Baize didn't expect to find the merchant, Zhu Xia also didn't expect it.

She just wanted to find a fortune teller to clarify the ridiculous remarks about warding off disasters and avoiding danger.

I never thought it would be so troublesome.

Hong Kong Metaphysics...

Zhu Xia fell into deep thought.

"Asthma patients cannot touch anything with fur, whether it's a sweater or a furry toy."

Su Weiwen looked solemn and spoke through gritted teeth.

"Don't let her eat raw or cold food, and let her do moderate exercise when she has time. I've told you so many times, but have you ever remembered?"

Zhu Xia raised her eyelids and looked at Su Weiwen, feeling quite surprised.

Apart from eating, Su Weiwen has always been gentle and elegant, and she is rarely seen angry.

Su Weiwen also realized that her reaction had frightened them. She forced a smile at them that was uglier than crying, then stood up and walked outside while talking on the phone.

Zhu Xia looked at her departing back thoughtfully.

Xiao Jiyan was used to it and even had the energy to ask Zhu Xia: "If a person is not in his right mind and talking nonsense, is he mentally ill?"

Zhu Xia narrowed his eyes and spoke slowly, "It's hard to say. The patient may have internal medicine problems, such as low blood sugar, low oxygen saturation, or electrolyte problems. He may also be mentally confused."

Her easy answer surprised Xiao Jiyan a little.

The most important thing in interpersonal communication is to know the limits. Zhu Xia did not ask about Su Weiwen's private affairs, nor did he explain to Xiao Jiyan why she, a surgeon, knew internal medicine.

At three o'clock in the afternoon, the sunlight shines into the office through the curtains, illuminating the dust floating in the air.

Without an outpatient clinic, Zhu Xia has time to study the patient's surgical plan.

There was a knock on the door and Hu Qianxin walked in, respectful but not reserved.

It was said that Su Weiwen had asked for leave from the hospital for some urgent matter, and the patient in Ward 7 was suffering from convulsions and asked her to help take care of him.

Zhu Xia had treated this patient once before and was familiar with the patient's condition, so he rushed to the ward immediately.

As soon as I entered the ward, I saw Li Jiayi stuffing the patient's mouth with medical cloth. There was a tooth mark on his right hand, which was obviously caused by the patient's bite and bleeding.

"Blessings, Doctor!"

Zhu Xia frowned and took a few steps forward to take the patient from Li Jiayi.

She placed a tongue depressor wrapped with gauze between the patient's upper and lower teeth, adjusted the patient's lying position, and made sure there were no foreign objects in the mouth... Her movements were orderly, and soon the patient stopped convulsing.

Hu Qianxin was in charge of the follow-up. Zhu Xia asked Li Jiayi to go to a quiet area in the corridor and asked him to show his concern:

"How are your hands?"

"I can still hold the scalpel, so it won't hurt much." Li Jiayi laughed heartily, even with some joy.

He waited for Zhu Xia to praise him for stabilizing the patient in time.

However, Zhu Xia had a calm face and a gentle voice, pointing out his mistakes without leaving any room for doubt.

"A patient with convulsions may vomit at any time. If you stuff something in his mouth, his vomit will flow back, causing pneumonia at the mildest, and even death at the worst."

Li Jiayi's smile froze instantly and he couldn't smile at all.

"And if you let him bite your hand, and he had an infectious disease, you would be in trouble."

Li Jiayi lowered his head: "I know all this, it's just... the situation was quite urgent, and I didn't react for a while."

I was just careless for a moment, is it necessary to be so serious?

After Zhu Xia finished speaking, he asked him to bandage the wound.

The sun sets and gradually disappears over the horizon. The night is as dark as ink, and the city's skyscrapers and neon lights complement each other.

Zhu Xia returned to Yangriju. After dinner, she sat in the study, turned on the computer, and searched for Australian city businesses on the browser.

The person in charge of the Shang family now is Shang Xun's twin sister Shang Qiao.

She is the main person in charge of Shangkun Group.

Most of the information about Shang Xun on the Internet is about his romantic scandals, nothing interesting.

Zhu Xia closed the page, opened the email, and started processing the information.

When she was done, she stretched, leaned back in her chair, and unlocked her phone.

After the last gathering, she exchanged contact information with Shang Xun, and he sent her a message asking if she wanted to come and play.

Zhu Xia ignored his message and responded to Lin Jiayue's message instead.

Lin Jiayue: "Guess who was the first person I interviewed when I switched to the financial channel?"

Lin Jiayue: "Guess! Guess!"

Zhu Xia: “People.”

Lin Jiayue: "Be more specific. Hint, he's a big shot! Super, super, super big!"

Zhu Xia: "The living."

Lin Jiayue: "I can't possibly interview a dead person..."

Zhu Xia: "Who do you want to interview?"

Lin Jiayue: "Congratulations Lianzhou!"

Zhu Xia: “…”

Since that night when He Lianzhou got angry and she blocked and deleted his contact information, there has been no contact between the two of them since.

Looking at the three words "He Lianzhou" on the screen, an idea finally popped up and circled in her mind.

He Lianzhou said he wanted to dig out her heart...then he should study medicine and become a cardiac surgeon.

However, from ancient times to the present, there are many people who gave up medicine to pursue business, or gave up medicine to pursue literature...

If He Lianzhou had gone to study, given his ambition, he would definitely give up medicine and go into business.

Zhu Xia was lost in thought when his cell phone suddenly rang, bringing him back to his senses.

The call was from Lin Jiayue.

"Sumer, when you're free some other day, let's go to the top of BMW Mountain to enjoy the evening breeze and watch the sunset."

"Okay." Zhu Xia stretched his arms, clenched his fists and hit his shoulders.

Lin Jiayue listened to the familiar voice and asked, "Are you massaging my shoulders?"

Zhu Xia smiled and said, "Why, do you want to give me a massage?"

"Find a boyfriend for a massage, free masseur." Lin Jiayue was eager to try, "I'll introduce you to a few, take turns to massage you once a week."

"Forget it. My boyfriend will definitely make me more tired the more he massages me."

"That's right, men are clumsy." Lin Jiayue changed the subject, puzzled, "How come He Lianzhou, who hasn't shown up in so many years, agreed to an interview?"

Zhu Xia turned off the computer and walked out of the study, "I don't necessarily have to show up for the interview."

"How do you know he won't show up?" Lin Jiayue was surprised and smiled mysteriously, "You know him very well."

"I do know his palms." Zhu Xia replied casually.

"Although it is a financial interview, the content will involve relationships between men and women, that is, topics such as the person you like, love, marriage... and so on."

Lin Jiayue paused and asked, "There is a question related to you, and He Lianzhou did not delete it. What do you think?"