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    Luo Zhiyuan stood quietly at the door of his mother's bedroom, staring at his mother's haggard and thin profile lying in plain clothes, his eyes getting brighter and brighter.  It is not difficult to eliminate the mother's crisis. As long as the mother is not allowed to go to Beijing, the disaster will naturally be over.  On the father's side, there is no need to be anxious. He still needs to sort out his thoughts and figure it out slowly.  For him, the worst outcome is that even if his father loses his official position, as long as his parents are still alive, the Luo family will still have a chance to make a comeback.  He gently closed the door for his mother and sat on the old-fashioned spring sofa in the living room, which made a creaking sound.  After a moment of silence, he picked up his father's "Butterfly Spring" brand cigarettes from the coffee table, took out one, lit it, and took a deep breath.  When he first started working, he didn¡¯t smoke. Later, he learned to smoke after his parents died one after another. This was probably related to his depression and aggrieved mood at that time.  Smoking a cigarette, he fell into deep thought for a long time, until the pager on his waist rang again, interrupting his train of thought.  There is still a message: call back 5623481 quickly, urgent!  Luo Zhiyuan let out a sigh of relief. According to the memory of his previous life, this was obviously a paging message sent by An Guoqing, a college classmate and close friend.  At that time, An Guoqing also sent three or four text messages to page him on this day, but Luo Zhiyuan did not reply because his father had an accident. As time went by, he forgot about it and put it aside. As a result, the friendship between the two developed a rift, and they have been almost inseparable since then.  No contact.  Just a year before Luo Zhiyuan was appointed as the deputy county magistrate in his previous life, he met An Guoqing, who was already a successful businessman, at a meeting in the provincial capital. However, their friendship was no longer with him, and he passed by with a simple greeting.  Luo Zhiyuan pondered for a moment, then picked up the phone and called back.  "Hello, who's there?" "Brother, it's National Day, why don't you call me back?" As expected, An Guoqing's familiar yet unfamiliar voice came from the other end of the phone.  This guy called himself the King of Husky Singers in college. He once became famous in Northern University with his song "Xintianyou" which crows like a rooster and became a classic joke of Luo Zhiyuan and his classmates.  "Oh, it's National Day. Do you have anything to do with me?" Luo Zhiyuan said softly. His voice could not be said to be enthusiastic, but it could not be said to be indifferent.  For An Guoqing, the friendship between the two is still as close as when they were in college, where they would drink and brag every day and secretly go to the streets to watch pornographic videos. But for Luo Zhiyuan, after decades of isolation and isolation, this friendship has become more and more intimate.  In fact, it has faded away a long time ago and is far away.  Besides, he is in a bad mood now.  "Cao, can't I talk to you if I have nothing to do?" An Guoqing cursed.  "Something happened to my dad. I'm very busy now. If it's nothing important, let's talk about it later." Hearing Luo Zhiyuan's voice was a little lonely and impatient, An Guoqing was startled, and then he said with concern and enthusiasm: "What?  What happened, buddy? Didn¡¯t your dad just become the deputy county magistrate? Tell me, my dad is also working in the province, maybe he can help you. "An Guoqing is really concerned.  It's not pretentious or hypocritical.  Luo Zhiyuan's heart moved, and he suddenly remembered that An Guoqing's father, An Zhiru, worked in the Provincial Department of Education, and was still a director, so he sighed and said: "I couldn't explain clearly on the phone. Anyway, my father was implicated and was wanted by the Discipline Inspection Commission.  Trouble" An Guoqing was silent for a moment, then chuckled and said, "Brother, I won't lie to you anymore. Originally, I came to you today to ask for your help. But now it seems,  This is really a coincidence" "What's going on? Please explain clearly." Luo Zhiyuan raised his eyebrows.  "You gave my dad acupuncture last year and cured his years of neurasthenia and insomnia It just so happened that a leader of the Provincial Commission for Discipline Inspection had back pain that could not be cured for a long time. He had tried Chinese and Western medicine countless times without any effect, so my dad recommended you to others  Brother, come here and take the opportunity to help your dad do some exercise." An Guoqing spoke a little quickly.  Although Luo Zhiyuan had no intention of practicing medicine, he was "cultivated" by his grandfather as a successor since he was a child. Whether he was willing or not, he passively inherited almost the essence of the Mu family's medical skills, especially Mu's acupuncture.  Some heat.  In college, Luo Zhiyuan occasionally showed off some medical skills and acupuncture skills. For example, when a classmate was suffering from an acute illness, he couldn't help but intervene and used acupuncture or moxibustion to rejuvenate the patient.  Familiar classmates all know that he has a good family background and is a "little miracle doctor" who does not have a medical qualification certificate but has real abilities.  If classmates or teachers have headaches, fever, or incurable diseases, they will come to him for free acupuncture and even prescribe medicine.  Luo Zhiyuan is willing to help others, but only for minor illnesses.  It's not that he can't see serious illnesses, but that he is not a practicing doctor after all. If an accident occurs, he will be practicing medicine illegally, which is no small matter.  In his senior year, An Guoqing¡¯s father An Zhiru¡¯s insomnia became more and more serious, and he was troubled everywhere.After all the medical treatments failed to produce real results, An Guoqing strongly recommended Luo Zhiyuan to his father.  With the mentality of giving it a try, An Zhiru asked An Guoqing to get an injection. As a result, the symptoms were greatly alleviated that day.  After a course of seven days of acupuncture, the insomnia that had plagued An Zhiru for several years was cured without medication. An Zhiru was amazed and looked at Luo Zhiyuan.  After listening to An Guoqing's words, Luo Zhiyuan pursed his lips and said in a deep voice: "National Day, how big a leader is he?" "Deputy Secretary of the Provincial Commission for Discipline Inspection, ranked first among deputy secretaries, a department-level cadre, definitely a big leader with great power.  "An Guoqing replied softly.  "Okay, I can go to the provincial capital and give it a try, but on National Day, you have to ask Uncle An to tell people clearly that I am practicing medicine without a license and am not a full-time doctor. If you can trust me, I can treat you, but if you can't trust me - then  It's a different matter." Luo Zhiyuan's eyes were filled with light, and his voice was low and determined.  "Don't worry, my dad has introduced your situation. It is said that people also know that your grandpa is a famous old Chinese medicine doctor, isn't he Mu Shenzhen." An Guoqing laughed, "Let him help your dad when the time comes.  It will definitely work. Your city leaders will never dare not give him face. " "Okay. Today is Wednesday, National Day. Please help me make an appointment with him during the weekend.  I need to deal with some personal matters and spend some time with my mother. I'll be there on Saturday." Luo Zhiyuan simply set a time with An Guoqing and hung up the phone.  The opportunity provided by An Guoqing to treat the deputy secretary of the Provincial Commission for Discipline Inspection can be said to be an unexpected surprise.  But Luo Zhiyuan didn't think that just by talking in vain, he could let others "speak" for his father - even if it meant helping him cure his illness.  Because the complexity of the case Luo Polu was involved in was far beyond what anyone could say.  However, taking the upper-level route is definitely a shortcut to break the situation.  It¡¯s just that before ¡°leaving¡±, he must clarify some issues and master some key and substantive evidence. Only in this way can he attract the attention of the leaders of the Provincial Commission for Discipline Inspection.  After hanging up the phone, Luo Zhiyuan heard movement behind him. He turned around and saw his mother walking out, a little unsteady and pale, so he quickly stepped forward to help her.  "Son, who were you talking to on the phone just now?" Mu Qing sighed and said, "You must be hungry. Mom will cook for you!" "Mom, I'm not hungry. My classmate An Guoqing came to me and said he  My father recommended me to a leader of the Provincial Commission for Discipline Inspection and asked me to go over and give him acupuncture. I plan to go there on the weekend and talk about my father's affairs." Luo Zhiyuan said this intentionally or unintentionally, just to be lenient.  Mother's heart.  Mu Qing's eyes lit up, she grabbed Luo Zhiyuan's wrist and said hurriedly: "Son, this is an opportunity. Your dad was framed. Go and help them, and be sure to talk about your dad's injustice"  Luo Zhiyuan comforted him softly: "Mom, don't worry first. The Discipline Inspection Commission is just talking to my dad. Maybe my dad will come back tomorrow" Mu Qing shook his head sadly: "How is that possible? Son, you are still young.  , I don¡¯t understand the dangers of officialdom. Although your father didn¡¯t tell me clearly, we have been married for more than 20 years, so I still don¡¯t understand him? This time he went there with the intention of burning the boat Those people have dark hearts, you  Dad doesn¡¯t know what¡¯s going on now¡­¡± Mu Qing choked up again.  </p>
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