Almighty Your Persona Has Collapsed

outside the door.

It was a strange big man in black.

Seeing him, Yang Hua's first reaction was to close the door.

The big man in black hurriedly stretched out his hand to block the door, "Ms. Yang, our husband Yang Lai is looking for you."

As he spoke, he stepped aside to let Yang Hua look behind him.

Yang Hua has no expression on her face. She is used to doing farm work and has great strength. Just as she was about to close the door with brute force, she saw the scene behind the man.

Behind him is a middle-aged man.

There are traces of age on the man's face. If you look carefully, his eyebrows are slightly similar to Yang Hua, and his temples are white. What's more, he is sitting in a wheelchair.

Seeing this scene, Yang Hua's expression didn't change much, but her hand holding the doorknob tightened slightly.

Seeing Yang Hua clearly, the man in the wheelchair looked a little excited. He struggled to get up from the wheelchair, but he didn't get up, so he sat back in the wheelchair, and finally he just looked at Yang Hua with a murmur: "Baozhu..."

"Bang—" Yang Hua closed the door.

It was past seven o'clock in the evening.

It was nearly November, and it was getting late, and there were no people in the village.

outside the door.

The middle-aged man in the wheelchair looked at the gate, and after a long while, he said hoarsely, "Let's go back to town first, and come back tomorrow."

The big man beside him reached out and pushed his wheelchair back.

The cement road in the village has been repaired for less than a year, and it is very new. When the big man pushed the middle-aged man onto the cement road at the entrance of the village, a car stopped slowly.

The car is a modified extended type.

Can fit a wheelchair.

The car stopped, the big man put down the pedals on the car, pushed the wheelchair into the rear compartment, and fixed it.

On the co-pilot, the old man wearing reading glasses got out of the car, handed a document in his hand to Yang Lai, and said respectfully: "This is Miss Baozhu's documents for these years."

Hearing this, Yang Lai directly opened the document and read it carefully, "Go back to town first."

The description of Yanghua in the data is very simple.

It only said that she was sold three times, and finally married a fool in Wanmin Village. She didn't continue her studies, and nothing else happened. She seemed to have an adopted daughter under her knees.

This is the information collected by Yang Lai from a private detective. There is not much information.

Even the information on her adopted daughter is vague.

In this case, either the information was deliberately concealed, or there was nothing worth inquiring about.

Looking at the less than two pages of paper, Yang Lai could imagine how miserable Yang Hua has been in recent years.

Not long after, the car returned to the town.

Yang Lai shut himself in the room.

The old man wearing reading glasses got out of the car. He didn't enter the hotel, but just looked in the direction of Wanmin Village.

The man in black handed the two photos in his hand to the old man, "Housekeeper, I took these two days."

The butler lowered his head and squinted to see that the photo showed two Yang Hua's candid photos.

She holds a bundle of firewood in her hand and seems to be talking to someone off-camera, with two ducks at her feet.

The housekeeper frowned slightly, remembering the content about Yang Hua in the information, he returned the photo to the big man in black: "I see."

"Miss Baozhu still has a few relatives." The big man in black followed the housekeeper into the hotel, "Have the detectives found it? The people in this village are too backward, a bit feudal."

There is too little news about Yang Hua.

Private detectives can't figure it out.

As for the people in Wanmin Village, the big man in black has also come into contact with them. When he asked them what they didn't know, he never said anything about Yang Hua, and said mysteriously, "the village guards."

Dahan hasn't seen such a feudal crowd for many years, so it's strange that there is an intercity bus in this backward place.

The housekeeper shook his head, "There is no news about Miss Baozhu's relatives."

"Then I'll ask the people around me?" The big man in black froze for a moment, then spoke.

The housekeeper pondered for a while, a Miss Baozhu was enough for him to have a headache, and it took time to teach her basic etiquette, let alone those barbaric people in the village, "Don't startle the snake, let the accompanying doctor pay attention to the master's physical condition at any time."

He turned around, his brows furrowed, Yang Hua was too far away, the plane was transferred to the train, and finally to the bus.

If he hadn't come here in person, he wouldn't have known there was such a backwardness.

**

Meng Fu is here.

She had already arrived at the box, and Su Cheng's timing was just right. When she arrived, the food had just been served.

At the dinner table, Zhao Fan mentioned the charity variety show to Meng Fu.

"Cooperating with the national TV station, this kind of opportunity can be hard to come by, but in the hospital, the risk is also high, it's up to you." Zhao Fan took the chopsticks and picked up a rib.

Zhao Fan didn't want Meng Fu to miss this opportunity.

Meng Fu picked up the chopsticks and looked at Su Cheng, "The specific situation?"

"One month," Su Cheng half-closed his eyes, and slowly explained: "The National TV program was originally designed to reveal the most real hospitals, birth, old age, sickness and death, and conflicts in various industries to the general public. The team is led by a resource person." Old professors who go to remote areas, the environment will not be very good.”

time one month...

Zhao Fan raised his head and looked at Meng Fu, "This program doesn't pay much, so let's not accept it."

Meng Fu's phone lighted up, and it was a message from the village head——

[Recently, a stranger came to your mother. 】

Meng Fu squinted her eyes. She bit her chopsticks and sent a message back to the village chief, still talking vaguely to Zhao Fan: "I'll go to this variety show."

Zhao Fan was surprised by Meng Fu's decision, but he didn't ask why, "Okay, then I'll contact Manager Sheng and ask him about the specific situation."

She sent a wechat message to tell Manager Sheng about Meng Fu's decision.

As soon as Zhao Fan replied, Manager Sheng called quickly, and she answered, "Manager Sheng."

"Sister Fan, the show "Emergency Room" is not suitable for Ms. Meng," Manager Sheng said in a very serious voice, "This is not a traditional variety show. The guests in it should help doctors and be familiar with the hospital system. This show is the most important What’s more, there is no script at all, and you don’t know what kind of emergency patients you will encounter. I have learned that one of the guests invited by the organizer is a very popular doctor blogger, and some of the other guests are nursing graduates, and some have filmed similar TV, they know the emergency room, they know what to do."

"But Ms. Meng has never been exposed to these things. It is easy to make mistakes on the show. If it fails, it will be life-threatening. How many people are waiting for her to make mistakes now? Let Ms. Meng go to participate in the super brain, why take such a risk?"

**

In the process of filing, the brain hurts

See you tomorrow~