Chapter 72：

Thanks to the voice of Li Zheng, a drug researcher, the matter at Queen Mary Hospital was resolved smoothly. Five of the six family members of the patients submitted an application to the court to withdraw the case, and only one was left arrogant and could not make any waves.

For this reason, Chen Sufen and Mr. Adolf, the dean of Queen Mary Hospital, made a special trip to the Li Zheng laboratory to thank Li Zheng. Mr. Adolf also tried to invite Chen Xuhua back to Queen Mary Hospital, but Chen Xuhua smiled and refused. He has now found a new goal in life. It is difficult for a clever woman to cook without rice. He has been a clever woman for most of his life, and now he plans to grow rice.

As soon as the drug-resistant bacterial infection incident passed, the laboratory work plan was again on the agenda. The first thing is to hire a person in charge of the experimental project.

As soon as the recruitment information went out, Li Zheng received a lot of calls, but most of them were assistants from a certain laboratory, or an associate professor from an unknown university, or even a teacher from a middle school to try his luck, leaving him helpless.

Also, although Li Zheng has successively produced two drugs of paminergic acid and carbapenem antibiotics, in the eyes of most people in the circle, Li Zheng is a genius in biopharmaceuticals. Although the word genius is commendatory, But at the same time it is often tied to youth and luck.

Today, Li Zheng's weight is not enough to allow those who have already made some achievements in biopharmaceuticals to give up their excellent work and go to a studio with unknown future.

"If there is a call, you can answer it. I think it's safe to record the information."

Li Zheng rubbed his eyebrows and stood up. He found a piece of paper from the drawer. These were the three people mentioned by Xu Mingsheng in the hospital at the time. It seemed that he still had to run by himself.

"Good." Zheng Lingling responded simply.

the other side

Not long after Li Zheng left the Qingyuan, a black car stopped not far from the Qingyuan, and a well-dressed woman in her 30s and 40s got out of the car.

"Uncle Chen, go back first." Zhao Qiuhua said.

The driver responded "OK", and the black car slowly drove away, slowly disappearing into Zhao Qiuhua's sight.

She had been to Qingyuan. At that time, Qingyuan was also called Jingyuan. Shen Hongjing’s Jing. At that time, Xiao Zijun was very energetic when he bought this piece of land. He wanted to be a second Li Jiaren, but did not think about real estate and The property market plummeted. Not only did he lose his savings, he also owed a debt.

Had it not been for her and Shen Hongji's help, Xiao Zijun might have jumped directly from the World Trade Center. But I didn't think that this land went around in the hands of her son.

Zhao Qiuhua couldn't tell what it was like.

At the gate of the Qingyuan, the security guard stood guard with due diligence, looking at the pedestrians passing by with a serious look.

Zhao Qiuhua opened her right leg and put it back, struggling on her face. In the end, it still didn't go over.

When Zhou Sitian got out of the car, what he saw was such a scene. Zhao Qiuhua paced back and forth not far from the Qingyuan, looking at the door from time to time, and then at the watch on his wrist.

Because of the distance, Zhou Sitian couldn't see Zhao Qiuhua's expression clearly. She took a deep breath and strode forward.

"Long time no see." Zhou Sitian walked to Zhao Qiuhua, "Oh, no, I forgot. We only met at the banquet at the Governor's Mansion last time."

Today's Zhou Sitian has long disappeared like the village girl in Qinghe Town. She wears a well-cut brown coat with a slim cashmere skirt and a light gray scarf loosely wrapped around her neck, fashion and temperament. . According to Liu Zhidong, Zhou Sitian has a high-level face. If it weren't for the Xiangjiang model industry is not too developed, Zhou Sitian would definitely become an excellent international supermodel.

"It's you..." Zhao Qiuhua glanced at Zhou Sitian with a complex expression, "It seems that you are doing well." After all, the Shen family is in the media industry, and there are several entertainment tabloids under his hand. Regarding the current situation of this eldest daughter, She still knows something.

She is willing to endure hardships and dare to work hard, because the opening of Li Zheng's laboratory last time was interpreted by the media as an extraordinary life experience, which made people in the entertainment circle polite to see her, which can be said to be a smooth journey.

"It's not bad." Zhou Sitian's mouth was tightly pressed into a straight line, and the earth-colored dark eyeshadow slightly covered her red eye sockets.

Why, why did she do such a thing, she can face her so calmly. Even a sigh of sorry would make her better off.

"Xiao Zheng doesn't want to see you." Zhou Sitian said.

Zhao Qiuhua shook her mind when she heard the words, her right hand tightly gripped the black patent leather bag in her hand, and she didn't come back to her senses until her nails rubbed against the patent leather and made a "Zila" sound.

"I don't mean anything else, I just want to know what happened after I left, why is Xiaozheng..." Zhao Qiuhua said.

Before she could finish, Zhou Si couldn't help but yelled, "Why? You ask why? Have you ever cared about him? Do you know what he is thinking? Xiaozheng is very smart and serious. Didn’t take the exam this time? Did you think about it? You ask why? I tell you, because my father is dead and my mother is gone, we only have ourselves. I don’t work hard, waiting for the jackals and tigers outside to swallow us Yet?"

Zhou Sitian was very emotional. Compared with the pseudo-boy Li Zheng, Zhou Sitian was the one who was under the most pressure.

The disappearance of her own mother left her alone in an unrelated family. Even if Li's father treats her well, Zhou Sitian's insecurity still remains the same. Then her stepfather died and her younger brother fell ill. She faced the people in Qinghe Town who were coveting Li's fishing boat, and then her father died to save her, but she had to watch those people accuse him of murder and was helpless. However, his younger brother had chosen to leave his hometown to smuggle into the Xiangjiang River for himself, and almost died on the road.

Zhou Sitian has experienced everything that others would never experience in his entire life. Can she not complain?

"Dad is dead? What do you mean, what's wrong with Li Qiang?" Zhao Qiuhua caught the key words in Zhou Sitian's words all at once, and her expression changed drastically.

"Dad died. Just four months ago, he went to sea and never came back again. Xiaozheng did not dare to accept the facts. He took the boat out to find his father at night and almost died at sea." Zhou Sitian looked up and tried to make Kuailiu flow. The tears that came out poured back.

Zhao Qiuhua finally couldn't maintain the calm face on her face. She shook her body, as if the honest and honest man appeared in front of her. Li Qiang was very good to her, really good. He was always careful with her, but a fisherman's wife had never washed her clothes. In the eyes of others, it was impossible to happen.

In the more than ten years of staying with Li Qiang, Zhao Qiuhua tried to persuade herself countless times to be a good wife and mother like other women in the town, but whenever he sees those women who are busy for firewood, rice, oil and salt, bargaining for a dime She felt scared because she seemed to have seen the image of women in French satire, the most disgusting and disgusting image in her school days.

But how could he die? Zhao Qiuhua felt that his entire head was stunned. How could he die? ! His soul seemed to be separated from the body, lightly without a trace of effort.

"Is he really dead?" Zhao Qiuhua asked when he heard his own voice.

"Uncle Zheng brought back Dad's boat. There was no one on it."

Zhao Qiuhua didn't know how she got back to Shen's house. She vaguely remembered that Zhou Sitian shouted behind her when she left, "Don't come to Xiaozheng anymore. He has already let go. He doesn't want to see you."

When Zhao Qiuhua, who was in a daze, broke the vase at home again, Yang Wanru couldn't help but yelled out, "Are you deliberate, this is a birthday gift A Rui bought for me!"

Shen Kerui, the son of Shen Hongji's ex-wife. Shen Hongji and his ex-wife are a typical business marriage. The two seem to be close to each other, and they formally separated after giving birth to Shen Kerui. In order to quickly complete the divorce procedures, Shen Hongji agreed to hand over his son's custody to his ex-wife without discussing with his family, which made the Shen family a laughingstock of the upper class.

This is also the biggest reason why Yang Wanru is not satisfied with Zhao Qiuhua.

"I'm sorry." Zhao Qiuhua whispered, saying that she squatted down and wanted to pick up something, but was cut by the vase because she was absent-minded.

Yang Wanru sullen up, "It's okay, okay, don't clean up, and when Shen Hongji comes back to see you like this, I thought I'd abused you."

Zhao Qiuhua stood up slowly. She stood in the empty living room of the Shen family, looking at the unkind-looking mother-in-law, the father-in-law who pretended not to see anything, and the servant who rushed over, she couldn't tell what it was like. , Zhou Sitian's words still echoed in her ears, and the blood slowly ran down the wound on her hand, dripping on the floor.

***

Li Zheng didn't know that her mother in this life had already come, and he came to Nine Dragon East Ring Gate Street.

This is a fairly prosperous street. Compared with the downtown of Xiangjiang, it has a bit of history. The streets are mostly private small shops, which look a bit old and not so glamorous. There is a building with Chinese characteristics in the middle of the street. Two stone lions stand majesticly on both sides of the gate. Li Zheng looked up. The plaque on the gate reads "XX Antique Market".

"No. 64 Donghuanmen Street," Li Zheng muttered to himself, looking for each family. The antique market number is 58. It is nearby.

Moving forward, Li Zheng finally saw the sign of No. 64 Donghuanmen at the back of an old hotel building.

It's just that the door of this unit is locked, and Li Zheng's brows can't help but frown.

"Little brother, who are you looking for?" a bare-dressed woman said with a lady's cigarette in one hand and a key in the other.