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 Chinese 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 has no

Any hospital is willing to accept her, but after saving a girl on the Bund, her fate takes a turn for the better.

With superb medical skills, he completed a counterattack in life in just half a year. He not only invented traditional Chinese medicine anesthesia, but also developed Mi Dou oral liquid, the latest antibiotic of epoch-making significance. Currently, he serves as the director of the School of Anesthesia of Traditional Chinese Medicine at Ningda University.

He is also a Distinguished Professor of Ningbo 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, and good things should be publicized more so that people can

More people know that medical skills are like a good commodity. No matter how good the quality is, if

If you don’t publicize it, no one will know about it and you won’t be able to sell it. However, as a doctor with medical ethics, you never accept interviews or even refuse to publicize it. This kind of thinking is wrong. It will blind you to such good medical skills and healers.

Renxin, how can you bear to watch more patients being tortured by the disease without bringing them a glimmer of light and hope..."

Chen Xiaolu had a small mouth and was very good at talking. He started to teach at a very fast speed.

What she said, both inside and outside, actually meant the same thing: she must accept her exclusive interview, otherwise she would have failed the country and failed 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 and surrendered with helplessness on his face. 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 competitions, 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's pretty face turned red and she 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.

"Why not?"

Ding Ning suppressed her laughter 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

I have married ten women, this beautiful blessing, tsk tsk, how can I not envy you?"

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

Chen Xiaolu didn't react at first and was enjoying the handsome guy's compliments. When he realized something was wrong and was about to gnash his teeth, he realized that Ding Ning had already slipped away.

She disappeared without a trace, and she was so angry that she kept stomping her 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, hugged her thin body gently, 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 she threw herself 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 over time.

Now that her brother, who had always loved her the most, was dead, how could she bear this blow? Her voice became 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.

Beep, beep, beep!

A BMW Z4 rushed over arrogantly, honking its horn, almost hitting Chen Xiaolu and Ainur, and stopped suddenly right 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 actually 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 and 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 come back to you."

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 shameless, so she went down the steps.

"Let's go and have 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 now. I'll talk about anything later. You are 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 stunned for a moment, thinking about the young man's arrogant attitude that he didn't seem to be here to express condolences, and thought, could it be that young man who angered Ainur's family?

Prick up your ears and listen carefully. Unfortunately, the scene is too noisy and nothing can be heard.

Can't hear 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 sighting in broad daylight.

Just as he was about to sneak up to see what was going on, there was a sudden noise outside the villa gate, 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 Uighur people, it is necessary to bring fallen leaves back to their roots and 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 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 he and several able-bodied relatives carried Annivar's body to the prepared room.

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, a frightening cold light shone in his eyes.

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 are 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.

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To be continued...