"Old Qian, is your cirrhosis of the liver that you had for seven or eight years really cured?"
Guo Ming looked at the middle-aged man in disbelief: "Are you sure?"
"Of course I'm sure!"
The middle-aged man stood up with an excited look on his face, patted his liver and said, "I have cirrhosis of the liver. I can no longer touch it. I don't even dare to turn over when sleeping. Even the slightest tug will be so painful that I will faint."
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"But look at me now!"
As if to prove that he was fine, he punched his liver several times with his fist: "There's nothing wrong at all!"
"Lu, Divine Doctor Lu..."
"How did you do it? I have been to all the best hospitals in the country for my disease. Even foreign experts have come for consultation, but they all said there is nothing that can be done."
"How come you just clicked a few times and it was ready?"
Qian Weimin was so grateful to Lu Fan that he almost knelt on the ground for him.
"You're not a doctor. I'm really being careful. Can you understand me?" Lu Fan said with a smile. In fact, he didn't do anything at all. He completely used the power of Shennong's wish to cure his condition. Naturally,
There is no way to explain it clearly.
"How should I thank you?"
Qian Weimin said excitedly: "How much do you want? As long as you write the number, I will write you a check now."
No one knows better than him how much pain these old problems are causing him all the time.
Only those who have suffered from illness know that money is really something outside the body.
"Let's not talk about money. You are only recovering temporarily now, and you still need a period of continuous recuperation. If you stay in Nandu, I can continue to help you."
"But it seems that you still want to go back to Beijing..."
Lu Fan had a troubled expression on his face.
"I'm not going back!"
Qian Weimin expressed his position directly, and then looked at Guo Ming: "Guo Bureau, I would like to take a leave of absence and stay in Nandu for a while until the illness is cured. I would like to ask Bureau Guo, for the sake of you and me having worked together for decades, to take a leave of absence."
promise."
"but."
He added: "If you don't agree, I will write you a resignation letter immediately. I hope Director Guo can understand me."
Guo Ming didn't say anything. He could see that Qian Weimin's face, which had always been dull and gloomy, was now simply radiant and looked more than ten years younger.
The most important thing is this spirit.
He, who had also been suffering from illness for so many years, was filled with envy.
"You've said so, what else can I say?"
Guo Ming sighed deeply and looked around.
The other attendants all stood up and at the same time coaxed the hostesses to leave.
There were only three people left in the private room: Lu Fan, Qian Weimin, and Guo Ming.
Guo Ming sat on the sofa, raised his head and drank the remaining liquor in the bottle.
Then he took a long breath, looked at Lu Fan and asked: "If you want us two brothers to do something for you, just tell me directly. If you can do it, I can do it, but there are some things that even death can't do."
Cannot be disclosed."
"This is our bottom line as an investigation department, and I hope you can understand it."
"I know this."
Lu Fan nodded and said, "I'm not asking about your investigation department, I'm just asking you some personal questions."
"My personal problem?" Guo Ming was slightly stunned, looking a little confused.
Lu Fan smiled: "I want to ask, what are your personal thoughts on the Luo family and the sacred temple secretly uniting to cause trouble in China?"
