Young people are generally like this. They say they are just talking, but they may not mean what they say.
However, when it comes to work, it must be done right away, without delaying even a second. Lin Xiaoming said that he would provide treatment to Deng Mingzhu, so he immediately took her hand and took her pulse.
Seeing a doctor is only one thing. On the other hand, I want to check whether there are any bugs planted in her body, because if there are bugs in her body, it means that she is under the control of others, and she may steal the chicken but lose the rice.
Ordinary pulse-taking techniques cannot diagnose the poisonous insects. When the internal energy is used to check the pulse, the poisonous insects have nowhere to hide.
After checking her pulse, Lin Xiaoming breathed a sigh of relief. There were no poisonous insects on her body. Ashuman did not do anything to her. She must have known that she was deeply attached to Zhou Guangmao and felt that as long as she held Zhou Guangmao, he would be eaten to death.
With her, there is no need to waste any more effort.
However, her body was not healthy either, and the inflammation was very serious.
It is not difficult to understand. Song Jinlong likes to flirt with women outside, and Zhou Guangmao is not an honest person. It is difficult not to get sick when he is wandering between these two men.
Lin Xiaoming then asked, "Have you ever experienced burning pain, frequent urination, urgency, painful urination, etc. before?"
Deng Mingzhu was a little embarrassed, but the guy in front of him was undoubtedly amazing, because he could actually judge his disease from his wet skirt, and he could accurately tell his symptoms after feeling his pulse, so he nodded honestly.
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"Sometimes there will be hematuria, and the treatment will be repeated, but the attacks will happen again and again, right?"
Deng Mingzhu nodded again. The painful symptoms made her suffer like living in hell every day. This was one of the reasons why she didn't want to live!
Lin Xiaoming asked again: "Do you know why your disease cannot be cured?"
"Why?"
"First, the root cause of your disease is complicated. It can be said to be caused by internal and external troubles!" Lin Xiaoming pointed to the unconscious Song Jinlong over there, "He, as well as Zhou Guangmao, are your external troubles!"
Deng Mingzhu suddenly realized and looked at Song Jinlong with hatred.
"Second, long-term mental stress and depressed mood will make you inflamed, causing you to be irritable and irritable, and trigger a series of physical symptoms, which is internal worry." Lin Xiaoming raised two fingers, "Under the dual causes,
Your illness will be difficult to cure for a long time!"
"Then what should I do?"
"Treat the symptoms first, then treat the root cause."
Deng Mingzhu asked in confusion, "I don't understand!"
"First cure your physical symptoms, and then regulate your liver fire."
Lin Xiaoming always carried the holy gynecological medicine in his bag. He had never given it to anyone before, but it came in handy this time.
After rummaging around in his bag, he took out a bottle filled with black medicinal powder, handed it to Deng Mingzhu and said, "This is a medicine for external use. You use it in five times. Fill a medium basin with water to dilute it.
Then take a sitz bath for five minutes, once a day for five days!"
After Deng Mingzhu took the powder, she couldn't wait to ask, "I'm very uncomfortable right now. Can I use it right away?"
Lin Xiaoming nodded, "Of course!"
About twenty minutes later, Deng Mingzhu came out of the bathroom, with a look of relief on her face. It was obvious that Lin Xiaoming's medicine had an immediate effect.
Lin Xiaoming wrote another prescription for her, "This is a medicine to regulate liver fire. I will give you some psychological counseling later, but heart diseases are always treated by heart medicine, so you have to work hard yourself!"
Deng Mingzhu nodded slowly with hatred in his eyes, "I have nothing else on my mind right now. My only thought is to avenge Amao. I want to kill Ashuman and make the Blood Sect organization disappear from this earth."
This is obviously the result Lin Xiaoming wants, "We will do our best to help you, but you must also cooperate with us. It's almost time for me to leave, but I have one more thing to ask you."
"You ask, as long as it's about the Blood Sect, I promise to tell you everything."
"That night you asked Song Jinlong to meet Song Zhien at the B&B hotel to let the killer assassinate her?"
"No!" Deng Mingzhu shook his head, "I don't know anything about the killer."
"Then what did you ask her to do?"
"Ashuman asked me to ask her out. She said she wanted me to probe her and ask her what her plans are after she takes office and whether things at Mingde Group are business as usual."
Lin Xiaoming did not interrupt and motioned for her to continue.
Deng Mingzhu then spoke out the matter in great detail.
"I think Ashu is worried about changes in the fund company's affairs, because the money he gave me has been laundered through this fund company established in the name of the Song family."
"Before Song Jinde fell ill, he had always wanted to shut down this company. However, Song Jinlong and Song Lifan were all opposed to it because the profits earned by the fund company accounted for a certain amount of the total income of the Mingde Group, which is a big piece of cake."
"When Song Jinde asked Song Zhien to take over, the father and daughter had a secret conversation. Song Jinde told her some things she must do after taking office. One of them was that Ashu was afraid of canceling the fund company..."
Lin Xiaoming finally couldn't help but interrupt, "In other words, the killer was sent by Ashuman. The reason why he wanted to kill Song Zhien was because he was afraid that she would cancel the fund company and touch his cake?"
Deng Mingzhu nodded, "I think it's possible. This is not only Ashuman's cake, but also the cake of the other brothers. Song Jinlong and Song Lifan all secretly invested money in this fund company."
Lin Xiaoming thought for a while and asked, "Can you give me a copy of the operation of this fund company, as well as the list of investors, shareholding ratio and other insider information?"
After Deng Mingzhu hesitated, she finally nodded, "Okay!"
Lin Xiaoming stood up and was about to leave, but before leaving, he asked again, "Last question, is it possible that you will change your mind and vote for Song Zhien?"
Deng Mingzhu shook his head, "It's not possible, I have changed my mind now!"
Lin Xiaoming was a little surprised, "Huh?"
"The reason why I targeted Song Zhien before was because I was afraid that she would cancel the fund company. Then my existence in the Song family would be meaningless and I would have no use value to the Blood Sect. Then I would not be able to be with Amao. Now Ah Mao
Since Mao is dead, I wish this fund company would disappear immediately!"
Lin Xiaoming didn't expect that this support vote would be so easy to come by, without any effort at all, "Okay, I understand, my current superficial identity is still Song Zhien's assistant, and my true identity, I only hope that God knows and you know
I know, so in Mingde Group, we are still in a hostile relationship."
Deng Mingzhu nodded, indicating that he understood, "When I have time, I'll go to Song Zhien's place to make a fuss."
Lin Xiaoming shrugged, "Okay, as long as you are not afraid of being picked up and thrown out by Daxia again."
Deng Mingzhu: "..."
When Lin Xiaoming returned to Song Zhien's big villa, it was already time to go to work, and he was ready to leave for Mingde Group.
There are several luxury cars in the garage of the big villa, including Phantom, Maybach and Bentley, all of which can demonstrate the strength of Mingde Group and represent Song Zhien's identity.
However, she still wants to ride in the Wuling car that Zhaomei used. On the one hand, she supports domestic production, and the most important thing is that it is bulletproof.
However, after a few people got in the car, before they even set off, a Mercedes Benz was already driving quickly.
As soon as the car stopped, Song Fan, the fifth child, jumped out of the car and said urgently to Song Zhien: "Zhien, your dad is dying. Come with me to see him one last time!"