In the study next door, Lu Yuchuan was analyzing a financial statement and making notes with a marker.
The phone suddenly rang. After taking it, he glanced at Laixian, calmly answered the call, and put the phone gently to his ear, "What's the matter?"
"Mr. Lu, Lu Baichuan has been discharged from the hospital. He went to see Yang Yiqing, the head of Shengyu Group, today."
The contents of the other party's report made Lu Yuchuan's deep and sharp eyes filled with a layer of frost!
Yang Yiqing was once a friend of his grandfather, but because he betrayed his grandfather, the Lu family was at odds with him!
This man is cunning and cunning, and is not a good person at all.
Moreover, most of what Shengyu Group is currently engaged in are shady underground activities!
"I know." Lu Yuchuan's tone was cold, and there was no need to ask the reason anymore.
Lu Baichuan, this brat!
We must go to him to warn him again, and we must not make any mistakes of principle!
After hanging up the phone, Lu Yuchuan had no intention of working anymore. Of course, he had already finished a section of important work.
He leaned back in his chair and reviewed what happened today in his mind.
Gao Qingrong's appearance came to mind again, making Lu Yuchuan frown slightly.
Every time he saw her, he had a feeling of déjà vu, but he couldn't remember exactly where he had seen her.
This feeling... seems to be a very distant memory, as if it's a lifetime ago, yet also seems like an illusion and seems real.
The night is getting darker.
A wave of tiredness finally hit him.
When Lu Yuchuan left the study and opened the door of the master bedroom, he was surprised to find that the bed was empty and the quilt was neatly made.
He couldn't help but be a little surprised, Tong Hua didn't come over to sleep?
Where did it go?
He took a step back, only to find light coming from another study room, so he took steps towards it.
The door was not closed, and Lu Yuchuan stood still at the door.
Under the soft light in the room, Tong Hua was sitting at the desk, with a laptop open in front of her. She was drawing pictures carefully without noticing his presence.
Her face was gentle, her expression was extremely serious, and her eyes were always fixed on the screen.
Under the light, the face is smooth and delicate, white and rosy.
Her black hair was rolled up casually, and her whole body exuded a pure and gentle aura.
Lu Yuchuan did not disturb her, he turned and entered the kitchen.
After a while, he had boiled warm milk and walked into her study with a cup.
When Tong Hua noticed someone coming in, she raised her eyes and saw that he was already standing opposite her, their eyes facing each other.
Lu Yuchuan gently placed the milk cup next to her right hand and said warmly, "It's getting late. Drink it and go to bed early."
Tong Hua was slightly surprised. She looked at him, then at the cup, and then looked at his leaving figure. The words of thanks stuck in her throat.
Soon, his figure disappeared from the door.
She hadn't been in a daze for a long time.
Early next morning.
Lu Yuchuan still didn't wait for her, got up and left the house on his own.
Tong Hua contacted Jiang Nan early and asked for two hours of leave in the morning. Jiang Nan always thought she had a good relationship with Muchen, so she agreed.
"Uncle Li, go to Dr. Ai, thank you."
"Okay, Miss Tong."
She got into the passenger seat of the car, and Uncle Li drove her there, and asked curiously, "Didn't you go there after yesterday?"
"I need to make an appointment to pick up the number. I'm late."
Uncle Li couldn't help but sigh, "This Dr. Ai is really indifferent to fame and wealth. Compared with those doctors in the hospital who rely on instruments to treat patients and have all the tests done just because of a small cough, he is so conscientious!"
"Why does Dr. Ai only make 20 appointments?" This puzzled Tong Hua. "Don't he want to make more money? And the medicines he prescribes are not expensive. They cost dozens of dollars apiece, which is lower than the market price.
Already."
"I heard that he dug all these medicines himself. Not only are they lower than the market price, but they are also more effective than the medicines on the market. Maybe he wanted to free up more time to dig for medicines."
Is this really the case?
So, could his Cistanche deserticola be exactly what she needs, the purest one? The one with the best medicinal effect?