After the divorce, the genius doctor exposed his identity and became the favorite of thousands of pe

Hearing what Lin Jingkun said, Wu Shaohan's anger accumulated for three days was fully aroused, his right hand was pressed on the table and it was inconvenient to move, so he pushed with his left hand, pushing all the documents on the table to the ground.

"Lin Jingkun, is this your first day at work? I didn't find anything, so I'm ashamed to come here!"

Wu Shaohan's face was sullen, as if it was the sky before the storm.

Lin Jingkun knew the results of this investigation, and Wu Shaohan would definitely be angry, but he had no choice but to come forward to report this kind of matter because he was told to be Wu Shaohan's secretary.

He knelt down and picked up the documents that Wu Shaohan had left on the ground one by one.

"Although the surveillance is gone, we haven't found out who gave you the medicine, but we can be sure that the person who gave you the medicine that day was definitely not Jiang Chuxiang."

"what?"

Wu Shaohan's head hurt even more. In fact, he knew the result a long time ago, but hearing what Lin Jingkun said, it was still different.

Lin Jingkun said: "I found a cleaning aunt in Lihua Hotel. She witnessed that Jiang Chuxiang fainted shortly after entering Lihua Hotel that day. How could a person who fainted poison you."

These words corresponded to Cheng Jinghao's text message again, as if slapping Wu Shaohan's face one by one.

Cheng Jinghao did say that Jiang Chuxiang passed out that day.

Wu Shaohan pinched his brows and said: "There is no monitoring, how can you prove that what the sweeping aunt said is true? After all, it has been two years, is her memory that good?"

It was really hard for him to accept this reality, it might as well be Jiang Chuxiang who drugged him in the first place!
Lin Jingkun tremblingly put the documents he picked up back on the desk, "I went to check this matter myself, and my aunt said that there was no mistake, because Ms. Jiang was so beautiful that it was unforgettable. As soon as I saw the archery goddess in the news, I knew that the archery goddess was the one who passed out in the hotel that day. She also said—"

Lin Jingkun couldn't go on with the rest of the story. The aunt still remembered that the man who put Jiang Chuxiang into the hotel was wearing a white suit. He was expensive and handsome. It was obviously Cheng Jinghao.

Under the influence of the Wu family, Lin Jingkun had always thought that Jiang Chuxiang married Wu Shaohan because he was greedy for the wealth of the Wu family and used unscrupulous means.

Unexpectedly, the result of the investigation is like this. Since Jiang Chuxiang didn't design Wu Shaohan at the beginning, it means that Jiang Chuxiang married Wu Shaohan not for money, but for love.

Lin Jingkun thought that in the past two years, he hadn't given Jiang Chuxiang a good face. Thinking about it, he still feels sorry for the little girl.

Wu Shaohan seemed unwilling to listen anymore, "Okay, don't talk about it."

Lin Jingkun also heaved a sigh of relief, finally Mr. Wu didn't punish him, so he slipped away quickly, let's stop this matter, the boss's private affairs are not something that a little secretary like him can talk about.

But just when he turned to leave, he saw a bottle of painkillers on the table, Wu Shaohan's right hand was hanging, and his left hand twisted the bottle cap, which couldn't be unscrewed for a while.

Only then did Lin Jingkun notice that Wu Shaohan's complexion was not very good.

"Mr. Wu, do you have a headache?"

Wu Shaohan has migraines, which is an old problem. Since he entered the company, Lin Jingkun has followed him.

At that time, Weike was still controlled by several uncles of the Wu family, each of them was old and cunning, and no one would obey the other.

Wu Shaohan was just in his early twenties, spent a lot of effort circling around a few elderly people, and although he managed to control Weike later, he still suffered from migraines.

Speaking of which, in the two years since Jiang Chuxiang was married to Wu Shaohan, Wu Shaohan had no migraines.

Lin Jingkun unscrewed the bottle for Wu Shaohan and poured him a glass of water.

Wu Shaohan took the medicine, closed his eyes and leaned on the back of the chair to rest.

Lin Jingkun thought for a while, and said, "It's not good to take painkillers all the time."

"Don't talk about whether it's good or not, the key point has no effect." Wu Shaohan said annoyed.

"I remember that when Mrs. Jiang---Wu Shao was here, Mr. Wu's migraines seldom occurred."

Wu Shao said coldly: "That's right, since the divorce, this woman has been acting like a monster, and I'm almost mad at her."

Lin Jingkun paused, he obviously didn't mean that.

He remembered that when he was in Ancheng, Jiang Chuxiang sent over the traditional Chinese medicine incense he made himself, saying that it was good for migraines.

At that time, Lin Jingkun would also order a plate for Wu Shaohan in the office, and Wu Shaohan seemed to be in a particularly good spirit that day.

Now that I think about it, is that kind of incense really able to relieve migraines?

However, it was in Ancheng at that time, and now the headquarters of Microtech has moved to Haishi. Some of the incense is not used up, because Wu Shaohan doesn't care much about Jiang Chuxiang, so he doesn't pay much attention, and most of them fall in Ancheng Did not bring it.

Only one or two that he thought he had hidden in his drawer at that time seemed to have brought them here.

Lin Jingkun went back to his office to search, found one of them, and ordered it for Wu Shaohan.

At that time, Wu Shaohan already had a terrible headache. Not only did he have a headache, but his hands also hurt, and his heart was very irritable.

Seeing Lin Jingkun fiddling with incense, Wu Shaohan didn't care much, but he didn't have the strength to stop it.

Unexpectedly, as the scent of traditional Chinese medicine from the incense was slowly released, Wu Shaohan felt a familiar stabilizing force.

He rested on the back of the chair for a while, feeling relaxed, and after a while, he felt much more comfortable.

There was a little sweat on his forehead, but miraculously, the twitching pain in his head disappeared during this period of time.

After only half a stick of incense, Wu Shaohan felt full of energy, as if he had crawled out of the mud, gained a new life, and was alive and well again.

This afternoon, he processed the documents much faster.

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At the entrance of Guangren Hospital, the low-key Sunshine parked in a corner that was not easy to be found.

Meng Hong got out of the car wearing a black peaked cap.

Even though he was wrapped tightly so that his face could not be seen, his tall legs, long legs, broad shoulders and strong waist still exuded a strong aura of nobility, which made people feel that this man had an extraordinary appearance.

Meng Hong tried his best to avoid the crowd and walked into the hospital in a low-key manner.

In the ENT doctor's office, Meng Hong took off his hat and mask, revealing his delicate and beautiful face.

"Doctor." He raised his long and narrow phoenix eyes, and his clear black eyes looked expectantly at Ji Zheng.

Ji Zheng shook his head regretfully at him, "I'm sorry, maybe you can't find Dr. Jiang. The hospital just issued a notice the day before yesterday, announcing that it doesn't know Dr. Jiang, and it also stipulates that our doctors are not allowed to talk about Dr. Jiang, nor Accept any patients who require gold needles to penetrate acupuncture points."

"What?" The news was like a bolt from the blue, and Meng Hong's expression suddenly changed.His throat was injured by an unknown poison, and no western medicine technique could help him heal it. As for Chinese medicine, the current well-known doctors could not detect any toxins, and his only hope was Dr. Jiang.

"How did this happen? There has been a precedent in your hospital where a patient was healed by God Jiang."

"Sorry, the hospital asked us to say no."

"This--"

This is obviously the hospital's intentional request for such a publicity.

"I can add money, I—"

Speaking of this, Meng Hong paused.

Ji Zheng shook his head, "You have already paid out one billion, and even the income for the next ten years has been included, how can you add it?"

Meng Hong's eyes dimmed, he was looking for Miracle Doctor Jiang sincerely, he had already calculated all the income for the next ten years, and was willing to give Miracle Jiang, only asking her to heal his throat.

How else would he add it?