Chapter 465: How Much Hatred and How Much Resentment

"No matter how cunning a person is, he will reveal his flaws and let the police continue to keep an eye on him." Lu Juefeng frowned and spoke firmly.

"Don't worry! Wanted warrants have been sent to all parts of the country. Plainclothes checks have been set up at every city checkpoint and traffic entry and exit points. A dragnet has been set up. I don't believe we can't catch him."

When Lu Jueyun mentioned the man in black, his teeth were itching with hatred. How much hatred and resentment he had, he was able to commit such a deadly attack.

"At all costs, we must catch the murderer. I'm afraid this matter is not that simple. If he takes action the first time, he will definitely take action the second time."

Lu Juefeng frowned, who was it that wanted to deal with Bai Zhi?

Could it be that everything is for the Lu family again?

"Manpower and private detectives have been arranged to investigate and analyze the real cause of the matter. Xiaobai was injured and the stock price plummeted. It must be premeditated."

Regarding this point, Lu Jueyun seemed to have thought about it with Lu Juefeng. He paused and continued: "As for the Song family, I also found someone to keep an eye on it, just in case."

"Yes." Lu Juefeng nodded, "In addition to this matter, we must also pay close attention to the new city project. I said that after the year, you will also start to slowly take over some company affairs."

"Brother..." Lu Jueyun begged for mercy.

"It seems that you don't want me to help you find someone." Lu Juefeng's lips curled up slightly.

Lu Jueyun, who was caught by seven inches, instantly turned into a frost-beaten eggplant.

He is interested in solving crimes, but he really has no talent in managing a company.

Lu Jueyun suddenly regretted why he didn't just sign up for the investigation major and become a police officer.

*

Song family villa.

After breakfast, Song Licheng sent Xiaoke Xiaoai to school.

After getting along for a while, Xiao Ke and Xiao Ai became more and more dependent on Song Licheng. She would hang around him whenever she had nothing to do.

Song Licheng couldn't help but doted on the two little guys to the sky, and even began to consider returning to China for development for Xiao Ke and Xiao Ai.

After Li Haiyan learned about it, she felt happy and responded to her two grandsons' requests, doting them into the little overlords of the Song family.

Seeing the two little guys enjoying themselves every day, Bai Zhi's mood and appetite also improved.

She sat by the window, smelling the fragrance of the orchids downstairs. The servant told her two days ago that the sea of ​​flowers downstairs had recently been planted with roses and roses of various colors, and early and late cherry blossoms were also planted around it.

Bai Zhi stretched out her hand to hold the beam of light, wondering if she would be able to see it when the cherry blossoms bloomed.

"Miss, the old Chinese doctor who I said is here to take your pulse is here." The servant's respectful voice came from the door.

"Okay." Bai Zhi fumbled to close the window and went downstairs with the help of the servant.

In the lobby on the first floor, Song Siming was sitting on the sofa talking to an old man wearing a satin Tang suit with white eyebrows and white hair. Bai Zhi walked to the sofa and smelled the faint smell of herbs.

Following the sound, her unfocused gaze fell on the old man.

Song Siming hurriedly stood up and came over to help Bai Zhi: "Xiao Zhi, this is Mr. Zhou. He is very famous in Jiangcheng. Dad asked him to come and see your eyes."

"Thank you, Dad. Hello, Mr. Zhou." Bai Zhi smiled and said, "You and Lu Juefeng would like to go together. He is also looking for a Chinese doctor everywhere."

Song Siming's expression changed slightly, but his tone was still kind: "Mr. Zhou has cured many difficult and complicated diseases. Your eyes will definitely get better soon."

Mr. Zhou looked at Bai Zhi and did not rush to diagnose her pulse. Instead, he asked many questions about her feelings after the injury.

At this time, the servant hurriedly came over with a mobile phone in hand, "Miss, your phone..."

Song Siming scanned the word 'Lu Juefeng' on the phone and immediately stood up to stop it.

He took the phone, went upstairs, and then pressed the answer button.

"Director Song?" Lu Juefeng was confused when he heard Song Siming's voice.

"It's not convenient for Xiaozhi to answer the phone now. If Mr. Lu has anything to do, I can convey it to you." Song Siming said in a cold tone.

"My grandfather knows a well-known old Chinese medicine doctor in China. He happened to come to Jiangcheng recently. I want him to show it to Bai Zhi..." Although he heard the indifference in Song Siming's mouth, Lu Juefeng still maintained a polite tone.

"No need." Song Siming directly interrupted Lu Juefeng, "Xiao Zhi told me about finding a Chinese medicine doctor just after she came back. Now that I have found the best Chinese medicine doctor to treat her, there is no need to trouble Mr. Lu. This is also what the little girl means.”

"Well, excuse me for disturbing you." Anger suddenly rose in Lu Juefeng's eyes, but there was no emotion in his tone.

After hanging up the phone, he immediately informed Ma Dong to cancel the plan to meet with the old Chinese medicine doctor.

After Song Siming hung up the phone, he deleted the call history with Lu Juefeng, then turned around and went downstairs, sitting back on the sofa.

"Dad, who is looking for me?" Bai Zhi heard Song Siming's footsteps, but did not hear his words. Her breathing was still a little heavy, and her mood seemed to be greatly affected. She wondered if it had something to do with the phone call.

"Advertisement call." Song Siming came back to his senses, and then looked at Mr. Zhou who had put away his pulse pillow: "How is it? Xiaozhi's eyes..."

Mr. Zhou smiled, gave him a reassuring gesture, and said slowly: "Ms. Song has a pale tongue with a thin coating, a thready and weak pulse, weak divine light, Qi deficiency and blood stasis. She has damage to the retina caused by the snow light in the front, and there is damage in the back. The gunshot wound is known to be clogged with blood." He touched his chin with one hand and pinched the non-existent beard on his chin, "The so-called freezing does not happen overnight. The gunshot wound is just an inducement. All the accumulated diseases have been brought out.”

Mr. Zhou is the grandfather of Song Siming's business partner. He is now 80 years old and has studied Chinese medicine deeply. He doesn't come out easily. He came to Song Siming's house this time because he couldn't resist his grandson's request.

He didn't know about the Song family, so he naturally thought that Bai Zhi's surname was Song.

But his words made Song Siming a little confused.

"Mr. Zhou, do you mean that my daughter's eyes are not caused by gunshot wounds?" Song Siming looked at Mr. Zhou, "Can it be cured?"

"It will take some time." Mr. Zhou looked at Bai Zhi again. Although he knew that she couldn't see, he still looked into her eyes, "Miss Song, were you injured in the snow?"

"Yes." Bai Zhi felt a little guilty. He just passed by these things and didn't tell Song Siming in detail.

"That's right. You almost got snow blindness at the beginning, but you were lucky and didn't have an attack, but it laid the root of the disease." Mr. Zhou shook his head.

Bai Zhi was surprised in her heart and saw the power of Chinese medicine for the first time.

This is much more accurate than fortune-telling. Just by taking your pulse, you can know exactly what you have eaten, where you have been, and what you have used.

This is not something that high-tech Western medicine can compare to.

When Sister Xin had a herniated disc, she had CT scans, MRIs, and various scans, but nothing was found. In the end, it was TCM that solved the problem.

Facing the old TCM doctor in front of her, Bai Zhi was in awe and her back straightened involuntarily.