Medical Sovereign

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Chen Xiaolu subconsciously looked up at the gray sky, his face became even weirder, and he reminded in a low voice: "It's cloudy today, and the weather forecast says there will be light snow."

The corner of Ding Ning's mouth twitched. Damn, this woman must be really bad at chatting. Is she trying to resolve the embarrassment?

"Ding Ning, I am twenty-two years old this year, uh, after the New Year, I will be twenty-three years old. I am a recent graduate of Ninghai University School of Medicine. During my internship, I was retaliated for pointing out a misdiagnosis made by the intern teacher. After graduation, Ninghai did not Any hospital is willing to accept her, but after saving a girl on the Bund, her fate took a turn for the better. With her superb medical skills, she completed a counterattack in life in just half a year. Not only did she invent traditional Chinese medicine anesthesia, but she also developed Midou Oral Liquid, the latest antibiotic of epoch-making significance, currently serves as the dean of the School of Traditional Chinese Medicine and Anesthesiology at Ningda University. He is also a distinguished professor at Ningda University and was awarded the honorary title of Academician of the National Academy of Science and Technology..."

Just when Ding Ning felt even more embarrassed, Chen Xiaolu recited Ding Ning's information like a treasure, with a proud look on his face.

Ding Ning narrowed his eyes slightly. These information were all on the surface. It was not surprising that this female reporter could find out through investigation. He smiled noncommittally: "So what?"

"According to the information I have obtained, you have always kept a low profile and never accepted interviews. I am very curious. Obviously you have such good medical skills, why don't you like publicity? Let more people know you and get to know you, so that you can benefit more. Wouldn’t it be better to have more patients?”

Chen Xiaolu suddenly flashed his big bright eyes and asked extremely seriously.

"A show? I don't have that hobby."

Ding Ning lit a cigarette and said disdainfully.

"I think your idea is a bit extreme. There are indeed some people who like to sensationalize and exaggerate their own abilities, which makes people feel disgusted. But I think everything has two sides. Good things should be publicized more and let people More people know that medical skills are like a good product. No matter how good the quality is, if no one knows about it, it will not be sold. However, as a doctor with medical ethics, you never accept interviews. , and even refused to publicize it. This kind of thinking is wrong. It will blind you to such good medical skills and benevolence as a doctor. How can you bear to watch more patients being tortured by the disease without bringing them a glimmer of light and hope? …”

Chen Xiaolu's small mouth was good at talking, and he began to teach at a very fast speed.

What she said was exactly the same thing. She must accept her exclusive interview, otherwise she would have failed the country and the people.

"Okay, I'm convinced by your mouth. With your eloquence, it's a shame to be a reporter. You should perform a talk show. I guarantee you will become famous."

Ding Ning raised his hands in surrender with a face full of helplessness. This was the first time he met such a eloquent woman. He was so ashamed that he wished he could kill himself to thank the world.

"I was very eloquent when I was a child. From elementary school to university, I never lost in recitation competitions, Mandarin Bishao, or debate competitions."

Not only was Chen Xiaolu not ashamed of it, but he was proud of it and showed off triumphantly.

Ding Ning gave a thumbs up in admiration: "I really envy your husband."

Chen Xiaolu blushed and said coyly: "I'm still single. I haven't even had a boyfriend yet. Where can I find a husband?"

"oh."

Ding Ning had a look of sudden realization: "Then I envy your future husband."

"Hehe, I can't be as good as you say."

Chen Xiaolu thought Ding Ning was praising her and said humbly.

"How not?"

Ding Ning suppressed a smile and said seriously: "People say that one woman is worth three hundred ducks. With your eloquence, one person can be worth ten women. In other words, your husband marrying you is equivalent to marrying Having married ten women, this beautiful blessing,

Gee, can I not be envious? "

"Ding... Ning... don't run away if you have the guts."

Chen Xiaolu didn't react at first. She was enjoying the handsome guy's compliments. When she realized something was wrong and was about to get angry, she realized that Ding Ning had already disappeared. She was so angry that Stomp your feet.

"Sister Xiaolu, thank you for coming, why don't you come in."

While she was pouting angrily and gritting her teeth, thinking about how to deal with Ding Ning next time she caught him, the girl's hoarse voice suddenly came to her ears.

Turning to look at the girl with red and swollen eyes, she walked quickly to the girl's side, gently hugged her thin body, and said distressedly: "Ainur, you must be strong, if you collapse , your parents are even more sad."

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu..."

Tears burst out of Ainur's eyes, and he threw himself into Chen Xiaolu's arms and cried loudly.

Ainur studied broadcasting and hosting. She is a senior this year and is interning at a TV station. Chen Xiaolu has always taken good care of her. She also relies on this big sister and has become a good friend after going back and forth.

Now that her brother, who had always loved her the most, was dead, how could she bear this blow? Her voice was hoarse from crying. Seeing Chen Xiaolu was like seeing a relative, and she released all her sadness.

The sadness infected Chen Xiaolu and made her eyes red. Even though she could talk normally, she was choked up and speechless at this time. She could only pat Ainur's back gently to express comfort.

Didi, beep, crunch!

A BMW Z4 rushed over arrogantly, blaring its horn, almost hitting Chen Xiaolu and Ainur, and stopped suddenly next to them.

"Good dog……"

The car window opened, revealing a pale cheek that looked too drunk. Just when he was about to open his mouth to curse "a good dog doesn't block the road", he suddenly realized that these two people, big and small, were all rare beauties, and he swallowed his words immediately. He went back, stared at the two women who were very frightened, and said with a leering look: "Beauty, add WeChat to make friends."

"roll!"

Chen Xiaolu was filled with anger. This bastard almost bumped into them, which frightened her out of her wits. He didn't say a word of apology, but he even wanted to flirt with her.

Not only was the young man not angry, he even whistled frivolously: "The girl is so hot. I just like this one. Just wait, I will find you later."

After saying that, regardless of Chen Xiaolu's angry gaze, he started the car and drove directly into the yard of Annivar's villa.

"Is he your brother's friend?"

Chen Xiaolu frowned and asked when he saw that he actually entered Brother Anyinur's villa.

"I don't know. I know very few of my brother's friends. I have never met this person."

Ainur shook her head blankly. She was still immersed in great sadness and didn't take the young man's words to heart at all. She only thought that he was scolded by Sister Xiaolu and felt that he was shameless, so she walked down the steps.

"Let's go take a look."

Chen Xiaolu didn't take his words seriously. She had seen many such frivolous men, but she always felt that something was wrong. If this man was a friend of brother Ainur, he shouldn't be so rude.

Chen Xiaolu saw that the young man got out of the car with a middle-aged man in leather clothes and walked swaggering towards the lobby of the villa. There were many helpers on the way who greeted him politely. He was slightly relieved. It looked like it was indeed Ah An acquaintance of Brother Inur, otherwise not so many people would know him.

"Maybe he's my brother's colleague. The people who greeted him were all employees of my brother's company."

Ainur's observation skills were very keen and he made a judgment immediately.

Chen Xiaolu nodded noncommittally, and then stopped paying attention. He let go of Ainur's hand and planned to go to the memorial shed that had been set up to offer incense to Annivar.

"Anivar's body is still cold. I don't think about anything right now. We'll talk about anything later. You're not welcome here. Get out."

As soon as I walked to the funeral shed, I heard a woman's angry voice faintly coming from upstairs.

Chen Xiaolu was slightly startled, thinking about the young man's arrogant attitude before as if he didn't come to express condolences, and thought, could it be that young man who angered Ainur's family?

He raised his ears and listened carefully, but unfortunately, the scene was too noisy and he couldn't hear anything clearly.

My curiosity was aroused, and when I was about to go upstairs to take a look, I saw a figure suddenly floating in front of me.

Yes, it was just floating. The figure was surprisingly fast, as if its feet were not touching the ground. It floated past her eyes with a whoosh, making her wonder if she was dazzled.

When she rubbed her eyes and looked again, there was no figure anywhere. Remembering that this was a mourning hall, and the gray weather adding a bit of a gloomy atmosphere, she suddenly felt creepy and could not help but shudder. It must have been a ghost in broad daylight.

Just as he was about to sneak up to see what was going on, there was a sudden noise outside the gate of the villa, and the relatives and friends who came to help all hurried out with sad expressions on their faces.

Even after a serious car accident, Anniwar's body was in terrible shape. It should have been sent to the crematorium to sort out the remains and then be cremated. However, according to the funeral customs of the Uyghur people, it is important for fallen leaves to return to their roots, and they have to be brought home for a while before being buried, so Ekel Still insisted on pulling him back.

Hauna was not idle either. He went to the mosque and invited a monk to come and purify the body. Both parties arrived almost at the same time.

Chen Xiaolu had not seen the funeral ceremony of the Uighurs. When he saw that Ainur had already put on a white hijab and tied a white cloth belt around her waist, she went out crying. He immediately followed her and supported her, putting aside his previous curiosity. back.

Ekel burst into tears, but still held back his grief, and carried Annivar's body to the prepared room with several able-bodied relatives.

Annivar and Siren's mother both went downstairs after hearing the news, crying so hard that they fainted several times.

Xilin shed tears silently. With the support of Yuan Shanshan and Diba, she also went downstairs and stood guard in front of the purification room.

The arrogant young man drove away with the leather-clad man with a look of resentment on his face. No matter how arrogant he was, he would not dare to destroy the funeral customs of ethnic minorities. These Uighurs could tear him alive.

Ding Ning followed Diba. Seeing Xilin crying silently, her heart ached secretly. Seeing the arrogant young man leaving, his eyes shone with a frightening coldness.

The young man's name was Tang Cheng, Yang Wenyu's cousin, and the man in leather clothes who came with him was a lawyer.

Yang Wenyu's shares in Ming'er Pharmaceutical Company were under Tang Cheng's name. He came here this time to force Xilin to sell all his shares at a low price on behalf of Yang Wenyu.

Li Wei's inference turned out to be true. Tang Cheng provided a fake account and offered an ultra-low price of 200,000 yuan to acquire 30% of Annivar's shares on the pretext that the company had actually been losing money. .

Xilin is not stupid. The company's market value is at least hundreds of millions. Tang Cheng actually offered a low price of 200,000 yuan to acquire the shares. She really thought she was a fool.

After refusing directly on the spot, Tang Cheng still pestered them endlessly, used threats and inducements, and used all possible means, which was very annoying. If Ding Ning hadn't been worried about having a funeral, he would have dealt with them long ago.

Although the negotiations were interrupted by the return of Annivar's body, Ding Ning knew that Yang Wenyu would never give up, and subsequent troubles would follow.

What puzzles Ding Ning is that Yang Wenyu takes a fancy to Annivar's ability and uses coercion and inducement to take away 40% of the equity. Logically speaking, Annivar should own 60% of the equity. , why only 30% of the shares?

He wanted to ask, but at present everything was focused on funeral matters, so he could only bury his doubts in his heart, thinking, could there be other shareholders in the company?

Relatives were standing guard in front of the cleansing room, while friends like Ding Ning were doing nothing. Seeing Li Wei and others waiting boredly, they quietly waved to him and walked to a remote corner, wanting to ask what was going on. .

But Li Wei didn't know what was going on. He always thought Annivar held 60% of the company's shares.

He also quietly called his son Li Yong to ask, but he also didn't know what was going on.

After all, he is just a college student who has just graduated. Although he has Annivar's care, he has not entered the senior management of the company and knows nothing about the company's equity distribution.