After get off work, Zhao Yuan returned to his residence, packed some clothes, put them in his suitcase, and headed to his renovated new house.
Although the home appliances and furniture are all ready, it is not yet available for move-in.
It will take at least half a year until there is no smell inside before you can move in.
As a doctor, I am well aware of the dangers of formaldehyde.
Many cases have proven that excessive formaldehyde is harmful to the body and is one of the culprits of leukemia.
Suddenly, Zhao Yuan had a flash of inspiration.
There was one more memory in his mind.
It is related to the direction of treating leukemia in another world.
Zhao Yuan became Zhu Haixia's disciple and had been studying for a Ph.D. for a year. During this period, he took the time to read a lot of literature on the treatment of leukemia in the world.
I already have a general understanding of the progress of leukemia treatment in this world.
At the same time, he also has the ability to find fragments of inspiration from the cracks to promote progress.
Zhao Yuan took out his mobile phone and recorded the fragments. When he had time, he could form a more complete text and then ask Zhu Haixia for advice!
After putting things in order, Zhao Yuan received a call from Wen Yun.
Before Zhao came to the community, he had a phone call with Wen Yun.
Therefore, Wen Yun knew Zhao Yuan's whereabouts.
"Have you arrived at the community?" Wen Yun held the mobile phone and his breath seemed a little unsteady.
"We're here, what are you doing?" Zhao Yuan asked puzzledly.
"I'm cleaning! Can you come over and help me?"
"Okay! Give me your room number."
"I've already introduced you to the door. You still don't remember."
"Sorry for my bad memory."
"Oh, come here quickly!"
After reporting the room number, Wen Yun did not hang up the phone. He put the phone aside and heard a scream coming from inside.
Zhao Yuan hurried over there, arrived quickly, and rang the doorbell.
Wen Yun opened the door, his face full of panic.
She wore a cool light green floral dress with her hair tied up, a mask on her face, a mop in her hand, and dusty slippers, with pink nail polish on her toes exposed at the front.
Zhao Yuan breathed a sigh of relief. From the looks of it, it was probably not a big deal.
Wen Yun frowned, "I saw something got under the refrigerator. Go and see what it is."
Zhao Yuan joked, "Lawyer Wen, who is not afraid of anything, will have such a day."
Wen Yun glared at Zhao Yuan, gritted his teeth and said, "I'm most afraid of rats. Oh, damn it. Why are there rats in the house? If there are rats, I can only resell it."
Zhao Yuan couldn't laugh or cry, and said with relief, "Even if there are rats, just get rid of them. There's no need to sell the house just for this, right?"
Wen Yun frowned and said angrily, "Whenever I think about a mouse in the house, it has its footprints on the bed, sofa, and even the toilet, I always feel creepy."
Zhao Yuan smiled and shook his head, "It's all psychological! Maybe it's your eyesight. Don't worry, I'll help you take a look."
Zhao Yuan picked up the mop from Wen Yun's hand and walked towards the refrigerator.
He carefully moved the refrigerator with one hand so that the back moved to the right.
"Ah!" Wen Yun saw a black shadow coming out of the gap. He was so frightened that he jumped up and screamed.
Zhao Yuan had quick eyes and quick hands, and swatted the mop towards the black figure.
The black shadow was hit on the head, let out a chirping scream, and jumped straight in the direction of Wen Yun.
Wen Yun was panic-stricken at this moment, his legs went straight up and down, and he started to "raise his legs high" with an extremely fast pace.
Zhao Yuan took a long stride, threw the mop, and hit the black shadow directly on the head.
The black figure was in pain, chirped twice more, and immediately got into the bottom of the sofa.
Zhao Yuan was about to give chase when his shoulders suddenly sank.
Wen Yun actually jumped on Zhao Yuan's body and put his arms around Zhao Yuan's neck.
Zhao Yuan was strangled so hard that he couldn't breathe.
The two round areas on the back are warm...
"What are you doing?"
"I am afraid?"
"I take it you are working with it, right? It's not helpful at all."
Wen Yun saw the dark shadow getting into the sofa and wouldn't come out for a while, so he finally let go of his arm.
Recalling what he did just now, Xiafei's cheeks can't help but rise.
The most urgent task is to catch the uninvited guest.
Zhao Yuan threw away his distracting thoughts, picked up the mop, and swept across the bottom of the sofa.
The black shadow was driven out and was about to flee towards the room.
Zhao Yuan knew its strategy and stepped over to block its route.
It was startled, rolled on the spot, and galloped in the opposite direction.
However, this also fell into Zhao Yuan's trap.
It was forced into the corner of the living room, with no way out behind it.
After seeing clearly what this thing was, Wen Yun's mood finally stabilized.
It's not a mouse, but a mink-like animal, all black. This little guy is much more powerful than a mouse.
Zhao Yuan stabilized his breathing and quickly pushed the mop out, pressing down on the little sable's body.
The little sable knew he couldn't escape, so he made a chirping sound and twisted his body, still struggling.
"Don't hurt it." Seeing that it was not a mouse, Wen Yun's attitude changed sharply.
Zhao Yuan smiled bitterly, "How to deal with it?"
Wen Yun sighed, "Let it go!"
Zhao Yuan laughed dumbly, "Okay, I'll listen to you."
Zhao Yuan controlled the little sable and took it to the flower garden downstairs. As soon as he let go of his hand, the little sable jumped out and burrowed deep into the bushes.
Zhao Yuan turned around and glanced at Wen Yun, "Why do you think you are a little reluctant to leave?"
Wen Yun smiled and said, "If I have time, I will definitely keep a pet like this."
Zhao Yuan joked, "I really don't understand you! Just now I was talking about selling my house, but now I'm thinking about getting a pet."
Wen Yun shrugged, "Don't try to understand women. Women are too fickle, and sometimes they don't even understand themselves."
Wen Yun expressed his thanks and said, "Can I treat you to dinner?"
Zhao Yuan smiled and said, "A little help is nothing. I rely on your help to decorate my house. So, I owe you more."
Wen Yun nodded, "Yes, I'm afraid you won't be able to repay what you owe me in this life."
After finishing speaking, she seemed to think that her words had other meanings, and added, "If you want to repay, then be nice to Xu Yuan!"
Zhao Yuandao said, "They say fire prevention, theft prevention, and best friend protection, your best friend is definitely an exception."
Wen Yun glared at Zhao Yuan fiercely, touched his flat belly, and changed the subject, "I'm hungry."
Zhao Yuan's eyes lit up, "There is a food street nearby. Let's find a restaurant to satisfy our stomach!"
Wen Yun said angrily, "When it comes to eating, you get excited."
Zhao Yuan smiled lightly, "It's about food and sex!"
Wen Yun looked Zhao Yuan up and down, and said with a smile, "The word "sex" has a knife on your head! Be careful, I'll hit you."
The two found a well-decorated restaurant to eat.
Wen Yun ordered several dishes, but when the dishes were served, she didn't move her chopsticks much.
Most of it went into Zhao Yuan's stomach.
Unconsciously, we started talking about the child who had undergone four surgeries.
Seeing that the threats failed, the other hospital has taken the initiative to contact his parents and is willing to pay compensation, hoping that the impact of the incident will not spread.
The child's parents asked Wen Yun for his opinion.
Wen Yun suggested that the hospital has already dealt with the chief surgeon and will not only refund the medical fees but also provide certain financial compensation, so there is no need to continue to struggle.
Zhao Yuan knew that Wen Yun's solution was the most rational.
It is unrealistic to want to completely eradicate evil practices in the industry through one case.
However, this incident can be regarded as a wake-up call to those quack and evil doctors.
