My legendary life

Ding Miaomiao has been a reporter for many years and has met many people like Xie Dong. Almost all of them are playing the gold lettered signboard of traditional culture or TCM masters, but in the end, they are nothing more than cheating money and color. Therefore, she basically holds a negative attitude towards people or things like special functions or Qigong masters. Especially last year, after the undercover agent was around a famous master and finally helped the public security organs to crack down on the criminal gang, she became a famous journalist all over the country and got to know several celebrities famous for anti pseudoscience. Through these people, she mastered more knowledge and skills to expose this kind of deception and became an expert in this field.

But today's situation made her a little uncertain.

My uncle is not an ordinary person. He is not only highly respected, but also extremely smart. He has seen a lot from the battlefield of life and death to the treacherous officialdom. He is definitely not easily deceived. Moreover, rheumatoid arthritis has plagued him for so many years, and numerous hospitals, large and small, have seen it. It is even more difficult to deceive him in the treatment of diseases.

But the current situation is that this ugly guy pricked a few needles, and then pretended to play tricks. My uncle actually stood up and said that he had excellent medical skills and was young and promising, which made her a little confused.

After pondering for a moment, she turned around and said to Xie Dong with a smile, "can I see your hand?"

This is a slightly abrupt request, which is somewhat impolite. But those present did not raise any objection.

No one has ever seen this strange way of treatment. Everyone is very curious. Zheng Jun and Lao Zhou are both policemen. They used to look at everything with a suspicious attitude. Lao Zhou's daughter-in-law doesn't doubt it. She is so impressed that she can't wait to see what else the teacher Xie is good at. Therefore, everyone looks at Xie Dong silently It's a reaction.

Xie Dong was not happy in his heart, but he didn't dare to show it. He habitually took a look at Zheng Jun, and when he saw no objection, he reluctantly extended his hand.

As he has never done physical work since childhood, his hands are slender and thin. At a cold look, he really doesn't look like a man's hands.

Ding Miaomiao gently grasped his wrist and turned it over. After studying it for a long time, he didn't see anything.

"Don't study." Xie Dong said first: "if you have a job on hand, you need to wear sleeve clothes at least, and it's better to be fat, but I'm wearing a vest now."

This sentence is obviously with a trace of displeasure. Ding Miaomiao is stunned after listening to it. He hasn't figured out what to do next. Xie Dong has already pulled his hand back, and then whispered: "those are just tricks in the Jianghu, and I'm a doctor."

Although humble to the extreme, but Xie Dong also has dignity, especially after the labor and achieved satisfactory results. To some extent, this dignity not only belongs to him, but also belongs to the inheritance of traditional culture for thousands of years.

If a cultural phenomenon can be handed down and experienced thousands of years of ups and downs, it must have its rationality. It can be questioned, disbelieved or even criticized, but it can not be despised or spurned. The loss of reverence for ancestors is a national tragedy.

The situation was a little awkward for a moment. Everyone was planning to make a comeback for Ding Miaomiao when he heard Zheng Jun's mobile phone ring. He only said a few words when he picked up the phone. Suddenly, his face changed greatly. He whispered a few words to Lao Zhou. Both of them looked nervous.

Zhou Wei went to the old man and whispered a few words. The old man nodded while listening and said, "well, it's still important to work. Go back quickly." Then he said to Xie Dong, "Dr. Xie, when do you think it's appropriate for me to treat next time?"

"In three days." Xie Dong replied.

Zheng Jun appears very anxious, repeatedly urged Xie Dong, three people fly out of the house, a community, Lao Zhou will turn on the double flashing lights, all the way to fly, running several red lights in a row. Although it was at night, there were not many vehicles on the surface, but there were still dangers. Several times, they almost collided with other vehicles.

"Don't worry, you can't be a few minutes faster." Seeing this, Zheng Jun, who was sitting in the back seat, quickly advised: "besides, you're not driving a police car. If you run through a red light and exceed the speed limit, how many tickets will you have to issue tomorrow."

"Nothing." Lao Zhou was engrossed in holding the steering wheel. Without looking back, he replied, "it's nothing to issue a few fine bills. You can't be punished."

Zheng Jun no longer said anything, but kept looking at his watch, looking very anxious. After the car left the city and drove up the path leading to the detention center, he gradually relaxed. After talking to the staff on duty, he leaned back on the seat and wiped the sweat channel on his forehead: "OK, don't drive so fast. Time is still here. They haven't arrived yet."

Lao Zhou didn't answer either. He just blew the accelerator and the car roared in the dark. As he drove to the gate of the detention center, Zheng Jun glanced at his watch and said with a smile, "25 minutes, usually 40 minutes. You can apply for the Guinness century records."

Lao Zhou also took a long breath. After parking the car, he said with a bitter smile, "fine record. It's estimated that he can get a month's salary."Zheng Jun got out of the car and gave Xie Dong to the armed police soldier. Then he turned to Lao Zhou and said in a low voice, "don't go in. Just drive back to save trouble for a while."

Old Zhou answered, turned the front of the car, and disappeared into the vast night in the blink of an eye.

After entering the prison gate, Zheng Jun took Xie Dong back to his office, closed the door and said, "do you know why you are so anxious to go back?"

"I don't know."

"In a moment, director Zhao of the sub Bureau will personally examine you." Zheng Jun frowned and said, "you have to speak properly. Do you understand?"

"Don't worry, director Zheng. I know what to say and what not to say. I won't give you any trouble." Xie Dong repeatedly promised, but in his heart, there was some drumming.

In the middle of the night, the director personally brought the case to trial. Darling, is my case so serious? In the middle of the night, the director of the Bureau has a sudden trial in person. In movies and TV plays, they deal with murderers. Thinking of this, he could not help shivering. He did not know whether it was another sleepless night of slipper stew.

"Director Zheng What's the matter with the director? " He asked nervously.

"I don't know. However, you can rest assured that director Zhao has a high level of policy and will not embarrass you. " Having said that, he called the staff on duty and ordered Xie Dong to be taken to the prison.

As a matter of fact, Zheng Jun is also a monk Zhang Er. How did Zhao Shuguang suddenly think of the interrogation of Xie Dong this evening?