In the study next door, Lu Yuchuan was originally analyzing a financial statement and marking it with a marker.
The phone suddenly rang, and after taking it, he looked at it and calmly connected it, and gently put the phone in his ear, "What's the matter?"
"Mr. Lu, Lu Baichuan is discharged from the hospital. He went to meet Yang Yiqing, the head of Shengyu Group, today."
The content of the other party's report made Lu Yuchuan's deep and sharp eyes covered with a layer of frost!
Yang Yiqing was once a friend of his grandfather, but because he had betrayed his grandfather, the Lu family and him were incompatible!
This person is always cunning and is not a good person at all.
Moreover, most of the Shengyu Group is engaged in now is shameful underground activities!
"I understand." Lu Yuchuan's tone was cold, and there was no need to ask the reason anymore.
This brat Lu Baichuan!
We must ask him to warn you again, that principled issues cannot be violated!
After hanging up the phone, Lu Yuchuan was no longer interested in working. Of course, the important work had already been completed for a paragraph.
He leaned against the back of the chair and reviewed what happened today in his mind.
Gao Qingrong's appearance once again came into her mind, making Lu Yuchuan frown slightly.
Every time he saw her, he felt familiar, but he couldn't remember exactly where he had seen her.
This feeling... seems to carry a very distant memory, as if it is a different world, and it is like a fantasy and reality.
The night is getting deeper.
A feeling of fatigue finally came to him.
When Lu Yuchuan left the study and pushed open the door of the master bedroom, he unexpectedly found that the bed was empty and the quilt was neatly laid.
He couldn't help but feel a little surprised. Didn't Tong Hua come to sleep?
Where have you gone?
He took a step back and then found that there was light in the other study room, so he took a step towards the other side.
The door was not closed, and Lu Yuchuan stood at the door.
Under the soft light in the room, Tong Hua sat at the desk, and a laptop turned on in front of her. She was drawing pictures carefully, but she did not notice his existence.
Her face was gentle, her expression was extremely serious, and her eyes were always staring at the screen.
Under the light, the face is smooth and delicate, with a white and red texture.
A black hair was casually tied up, and a pure and gentle aura was emitted from the whole body.
Lu Yuchuan did not disturb her, and he turned and went into the kitchen.
After a while, he had cooked warm milk and brought a cup into her study.
When Tong Hua noticed someone coming in, she raised her eyes and he was already standing opposite her, and the two of them looked at each other.
Lu Yuchuan gently put the milk cup next to her right hand and instructed warmly, "It's getting late, drink early and rest."
Tong Hua was slightly surprised, looked at him, then looked at the cup, and then looked at his left back, and the thank you stuck in his throat.
Soon, his figure disappeared at the door.
She didn't feel enlightened for a long time.
The next morning.
Lu Yuchuan still didn't wait for her, and after getting up, he left home by himself.
Tong Hua contacted Jiang Nan early and said that she would take two hours off in the morning. Jiang Nan always thought that she had a good relationship with Mu Chen, so she agreed.
"Uncle Li, go to Dr. Ai's place, thank you."
"Okay, Miss Tong."
She got into the co-pilot of the car, and Uncle Li drove her to, and asked curiously, "Didn't you go there yesterday?"
"I need to make an appointment to pick up the number, I'm late."
Uncle Li couldn't help but sigh, "Doctor Ai is really indifferent to fame and fortune. Compared to the doctors in the hospital who rely on instruments for treatment, a small cough makes people finish all the tests. He is so conscientious!"
"Why did Dr. Ai only make an appointment for 20 numbers?" Tong Hua couldn't understand, "Don't he want to make more money? Moreover, the medicine he prescribes is not expensive, and it costs dozens of dollars a pair, which is lower than the market price.
Now.”
"I heard that he dug all these medicines by himself, not only lower than the market price, but also better than the medicines on the market. Maybe to spare more time to dig medicine."
Is this true?
So, is the purest kind of Cistanche in his family exactly what she needs? The most effective one?