Rebirth of the God-level Xueba

"Professor Yang, I heard that the experiment has encountered problems." The voice of the leader is always reminiscent of words such as kindness, as if it were trained by a party school.

Yang Rui looked up and looked around, and said, "There is indeed something happening."

After that, he briefly described what Zhu Yongjun and Kong Jiasheng could not find and what might happen.

The other party listened carefully, without interrupting.

In fact, Yang Rui didn't expect to disturb the high-levels of Hedong, but since the call got through, he explained it carefully, and only at the end reminded: "The worst situation we expected, the probability of occurrence is very small. Maybe the other party was visiting relatives or friends, or doing other things. Judging from the medical records, even Zhu Yongjun has a low chance of sudden illness."

"However, you don't know if you can still follow the medical records after the side effects occur, right?" People really listened carefully, and in one sentence they cut open the most worried part of the doctors.

From Yang Rui's point of view, he is actually quite certain that the side effects of sildenafil, no matter what they are, will not directly cause life-threatening.

As long as the 67-year-old Zhu Yongjun does not die, he basically cannot die.

However, Yang Rui couldn't tell this judgment.

After all, the recent side effects of sildenafil are still considered "mysterious".

Yang Rui thought for a while, and said: "We really don't know what problems the side effects may cause. However, the side effects themselves should have appeared long ago, and there is no fatal danger. In addition, Zhu Yongjun's patient may have taken the initiative to leave home. Yes, this shows that he is in good physical condition and able to move freely. I don’t think we should focus on the worst."

"Professor Yang, I admire your academic achievements very much." The secretary tactfully objected, turning with "but" and said: "However, considering the worst prediction, it will lead to the possibility of losing everything, I I don’t think I can just take it lightly."

"This...we are already organizing people to find Zhu Yongjun patients and Sun Jiasheng patients."

"You are scholars, and you are not looking for someone to be professional." A hearty laughter on the phone, and said: "The job of finding people is handed over to us. You hurry up and do your own thing... Well, find someone. If you do, the crisis will be resolved, won’t you? Do you want to send a doctor to follow?"

"Basically not."

"Then send some doctors." The other end of the phone said quickly.

Yang Rui hung up the phone blankly.

To be honest, without a camera, no phone, and no GPS positioning, Yang Rui really couldn't think of how to find a stranger in the vast city.

Comrade Yang Rui didn't know, there were always people who knew.

A few minutes later, the telephone of the Clinical Experiment Center of Hedong University rang again.

"Do you have any photos? Photos of the missing Zhu Yongjun and Kong Jiasheng." On the phone, there was a middle-aged man with a calm voice.

"Yes, where are you?" Huang Mao still didn't react.

"We are from the Public Security Department. Prepare it and we will get it right away. It's best to write a text description. In addition, please prescribe some spare medicine." The man paused, then asked: "Did you write it down?"

"Ah...oh, I wrote it down." Huang Mao's head was still blindfolded, and he was completely driven by the other party.

Ten minutes later, a motorcycle drove to the door of the clinical experiment center of Hedong University.

The cadres in police uniforms showed their credentials and began to check photos and other things.

Yang Rui couldn't help asking: "Are you going to distribute flyers on the street?"

The police officer who came to pick up the photos gave Yang Rui a strange look and said, "What's the use of handing out flyers on the street? This is for various departments."

"Huh, various departments? What various departments?"

"The provincial departments, municipal departments, and various bureaus are going to find people. The neighborhood offices in various places have been notified and started to organize residents' committees and activists in administrative villages. How can they recognize people without photos."

"Province..." In Yang Rui's mind, a scene suddenly appeared, showing countless government officials rushing to the streets, starting to clean up.

In another ten or twenty years, when all government employees are dispatched together, there will only be cleaning.

This is still based on the honor of "sanitary city".

But in the 1980s, government employees were still very useful.

Digging ponds, building dams, digging lotus ponds, pulling coal and picking up trash can do everything. As long as the leadership is highly authoritative, literary and artistic soldiers can also dig a cesspit.

just……

Yang Rui smiled bitterly, now it is not so serious.

Of course, it is always good to find the patient in time. The sixty-seven-year-old man, who is not in his daily life, still has a sense of crisis.

Huang Mao asked one more sentence: "Can you print so many flyers in one go?"

In the 1980s or 1990s, flyers were rarely seen on the street. That is not only because of the high price of paper, but also because of the lack of printing equipment and the high cost of printing. There are very few machines in the country that want to print out flyers in large quantities quickly.

The police officer who came to pick up the photo nodded and said, "The Daily and Evening News have all been notified. I sent the photo, and they immediately organized the manpower to reprint it."

Huang Mao was also confused by the answer, and said mumu: "They don't print the report today?"

"Print the flyers first, and then print the newspapers for them in the rest of the time." The police officer said here, looked at his watch, and said, "I have to go quickly. Everyone is waiting."

He looked at Yang Rui as he spoke.

Yang Rui had no choice but to smile and said, "That's hard work."

"Professor Yang, goodbye." The police officer saluted, went out to get on the motorcycle, and went away in a burst of black smoke.

Several people in the laboratory pondered the matter one by one, but they were still a little confused.

Thirty minutes later, the first batch of investigators had already set off from Chen Qingfang.

"Kong Jiasheng, male..."

"Zhu Yongjun, male, 67 years old, height 1.58 meters, a little hunchback, swaying, there is a mole under his left cheek..." A cadre in a tunic suit posted a leaflet on the conspicuous shop entrance while facing customers around him. ask.

At this time, the masses of the people are very enthusiastic, and mainly there is nothing to do.

When I see something interesting...where I can help, I am willing to mean something.

"What kind of person is this? It doesn't seem to be a crime. You don't learn well when you are in your twenties."

"The 67-year-old man also committed a crime? Don't be with his daughter-in-law...hehehe"

"Humpback can do this good thing..."

The crowd boiled instantly.

Picking dust or something is the most pleasant to see.

The cadre who was posting the flyer was impressed by the people's imaginative language, and they clapped their hands repeatedly: "Don't talk nonsense, this is an important witness. Everyone should help publicize it when you go back. The sooner you can find someone, the better. "

"Witness to do what?"

"This can't be said." The cadre said solemnly: "To be honest, I am not very clear, but it is very important!"

Seeing what he said so seriously, the crowd nodded in satisfaction.

Soon, there were legends on the street.

"I heard that there is someone named Zhu Yongjun..."

"The 67-year-old man is amazing..."

"U.S. satellites have dropped our market..."

At 16:30 in the afternoon, more cadres were dispatched.

In particular, the neighborhood committee headed by the street office is even more powerful and has easily pulled out tens of thousands of troops.

After more than an hour, a large number of flyers have been printed out~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Everyone has a lot of hands, like street sweeping sales, but also like high tide sea water. The main force is starting from the provincial and municipal governments. , The reinforcements departed from the district government, street offices, police stations, and neighborhood committees, spreading to the surrounding layer upon layer, expanding...

In the conference room of the Public Security Hall, a group of senior cadres in police uniforms are also very serious about working on the big map.

"Three kilometers around Chen Qingfang, I have all inquired about it, but I haven't found it."

"Square East Road and West Road, we are all finished. The South Road is expected to take another 10 minutes."

"The situation in Liujiaying is complicated, and the sixth team is requesting additional manpower."

The police officer in charge of the command heard this and immediately said: "Call the Education Bureau and ask them to organize party members, teachers and Communist Youth League members from Liujiaying Middle School to support the sixth team."

"Yes." The police officer who answered wrote down a note, gave it to the person next to it, and sent it to the situation room next door to call.

At 5:10 in the afternoon, Kong Jiasheng surrendered...and then reported to the Clinical Experiment Center.

The whereabouts of Zhu Yongjun has become a top priority.

At 5:30 in the afternoon, two hours later, when the search area had expanded to the entire city, there was finally good news.

"Zhu Yongjun fell asleep at the Today Hair Salon in Xicheng, and I asked, it was the person on the flyer!" The neighborhood committee reported to the street office.

"Zhu Yongjun fell asleep in the Today's Hair Salon in Xicheng. It is confirmed that he lives in Chen Qingfang and he is 67 years old!" The street office reported to the district government.

"Zhu Yongjun fell asleep at the Today Hair Salon in Xicheng, and his identity has been confirmed!" The district government reported to the city government.

"Zhu Yongjun found it, fell asleep at the Today Hair Salon in Xicheng, and is sending it to the clinical experiment center!" The city government reported to the provincial party committee.

Today... no one knows you!

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