This doctor is gone

Chapter 390

"I just said, he will agree. Lu Feng has basically become the direct disciple of the two of you."

Fifteen and Hua Chongyang did not leave Yunhai City, but waited for Lu Feng in a very secret place in Yunhai City.

Lu Feng would not let Xia Ling participate in this matter. After leaving a few students under Xia Ling's care, he left the hospital.

Hua Chongyang also specifically explained that he must bring his passport and special surgical tools.

"You don't have to worry about the security of the hospital now. Although you can't see anything on the surface, the security behind it is no less than that of the Capital People's Hospital."

In an unremarkable building, Mr. Fifteen said to Lu Feng.

This building is really ugly. Even if you pass by it a hundred times, you won't take a second look. Only after entering, you will know that this is an absolutely confidential place.

It is full of the most advanced intelligence tools. Lu Feng is a doctor and doesn't know much about it.

Only the system knows, "Damn, this is the most advanced nano-radar, this is a spider robot, even though it is only the size of a grain of rice, it can kill an adult..."

The system kept nagging in Lu Feng's head, making Lu Feng very upset.

"Doctor Lu...Doctor Lu, why are you a little lost?"

"It's okay, did you get any clues?"

"For the time being, let's go to the contact point of the Bianhua organization first."

Mr. Fifteen got up, Hua Chongyang also followed, and several stalwart attendants also followed.

A train of cars drove directly to Yunhai Airport, with almost no security checks, and boarded a medium-sized private jet directly.

"This time it's hard work for Dr. Lu."

The private jet is not too big, but the seats are very luxurious, and it is very comfortable to lie down directly.

"where are we going?"

"Neighboring country, go to a mountainous city in India first."

The stewardess brought coffee, and Ning Mu took a sip, feeling that the taste was really good, "I've never been to Yinguo, I don't know how it feels."

"It's okay... There are our support staff there. Let's take a rest, it's another business trip."

Mr. Fifteen seemed a little tired, so he opened his seat and lay down first.

"Okay... I can't sleep, let me watch the scenery."

In front of Lu Feng was Mr. Hua Chongyang Hua, who whispered to Lu Feng, "We may encounter some difficulties during this trip. This is the information from India, you should take a look first."

Hua Chongyang handed over a tablet, which was full of Indian video materials.

Moreover, unlike the travel explanation materials on the market, what the video talks about is mainly serious religion and medicine.

It seems that this was temporarily customized for Lu Feng.

As long as it was related to medicine, Lu Feng was immediately attracted to it.

"In their country, the relationship between religion and medicine is inseparable. If you read the book "Eight Secret Medicines", it has obvious religious overtones."

"The medical method is also a way of life. Following this kind of medicine is equivalent to choosing a new way of life. I like this point of view."

"In fact, this kind of medicine also has a strong philosophical color. If you think about it, people live for only a few decades. Why do you want to be so utilitarian, so eager for quick success? Right, you can use some means to immediately treat things like this. Get it, but what about the body? You can't decide what your body should be like..."

Hua Chongyang's discussion, with a kind of profound understanding, linked medical philosophy together for discussion, which greatly benefited Lu Feng.

"Well, Mr. Hua. I very much agree. This is to the point. People can't even decide how to get their own body, skin color, gender...etc. It's all up to someone else to decide."

But people always want to decide others, want to obtain various benefits, for fear that others will compete for their own interests...

In all kinds of ways, people always pay attention to their own appearance, but hardly pay attention to themselves.

This topic can be said to be discussed in religion, philosophy, and medicine.

A simple question, why do people get sick, and what is a disease, have been discussed by countless sages in history, and countless books have been written, but what is the answer?
"Humans define everything in the universe, and use a set of conceptual systems to define galaxies, galaxies, and black holes... However, what is human is something that has no answer."

Lu Feng sighed very much, he is also a human being, and he is also a special kind of person defined by others, "doctor."

But Lu Feng is a person first, and then he defines whether others are sick or not.

"I define others as sick every day, but what about me? A doctor who warns patients that smoking is harmful to their health is actually a heavy smoker himself."

The boring journey was spent in thinking, and five hours passed quickly.

"Here we are, the high mountain city of India, Indra City."

Looking from the porthole of the plane, the city of Indo looks like a piece of gravel scattered in the alpine jungle, and the airport of Indo city, on a high mountain, looks like an aircraft carrier suspended in the sky.

"What a unique place. Does the Bianhua organization have a stronghold here?"

"The Bianhua organization is pervasive, and often exists in places you can't even imagine."

On the tablet that Hua Chongyang gave him, there was also a lot of information about the Bianhua organization.

Starting from the historical origin, the whole history is like a magical epic.

In modern times, it has become the public enemy of all countries and has been subject to extremely severe international suppression.

But it never disappeared. Maybe a monk walking on the side of the road will take out an AK47 and directly physically surpass you.

"You think too much, the modern Bianhua organization is only active in turbulent areas and mercenary battlefields. A roadside monk took out an AK47 to physically surpass others. It happened yesterday..."

Mr. Fifteen's words left Lu Feng and Hua Chongyang completely speechless.

What the hell is this organization that tortures compassionate monks into messengers of terror.

"It happened in the city of Indo. We got our clues from here. The monk who swept the street with a gun belongs to our target person's base in Indo city."

"Okay Mr. Fifteen, what's the name of our target person, you can say this, it's all in the current situation..."

Lu Feng was extremely curious about this mysterious man who had never met but had fought countless times.

"This person is my third junior brother, known as the ghost-faced man. In fact, everyone knows his real name, Zhang Jichen. Have you heard of it?"

"Zhang Jichen...what the hell...the great master of pharmacy, the author of the compulsory textbook "Wonderful Pharmacopoeia"..."

Lu Feng slapped his head, no wonder he is a master of pharmacy, but Hua Chongyang's junior.

"However, the textbook says that he passed away ten years ago...how could he become one of the important bosses of the Bianhua Organization who poisons people everywhere?"

"So it's the ghost-faced man? Got it?"

(End of this chapter)