Rebirth of the God-level Xueba

"Professor Yang, I heard that the experiment has encountered problems." The voice of the leader always reminds people of words like kindness, as if they were trained by the party school.

Yang Rui looked up and looked around, said: "There is indeed a situation."

Afterwards, he briefly described Zhu Yongjun and Kong Jiasheng's failure to find them and what might have happened.

The other party listened carefully without interrupting.

Yang Rui actually didn't expect to alarm the high-level people in Hedong, but since the call was connected, he explained it carefully, and only reminded at the end: "The probability of the worst situation we expected to happen is very small. Maybe the other party is visiting relatives and friends, or doing other things, judging from the medical records, even Zhu Yongjun, the chance of sudden illness is not high."

"However, you don't know if you can still follow the medical records after the side effects appear, right?" He really listened carefully, and with one sentence, he opened up the part that the doctors were most worried about.

From Yang Rui's point of view, he is actually very sure that the side effects of sildenafil, no matter what kind, will not directly lead to life-threatening.

As long as the sixty-seven-year-old Zhu Yongjun didn't die, he basically couldn't die.

However, Yang Rui could not express this judgment.

After all, the side effects of sildenafil just appeared 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 up to now, there has been no fatal danger. In addition, the patient Zhu Yongjun probably left home on his own initiative. Yes, it means he's in good shape and can move freely. I don't think the focus should be on the worst case scenario."

"Professor Yang, I admire your academic achievements." The secretary tactfully expressed his objection, and turned with "but": "However, considering the worst prediction, it will lead to the possibility of losing everything. I don’t think it can be ignored.”

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

"You are scholars, and you are not professional in finding people." There was a hearty laugh on the phone, and said: "Let us do the job of finding people, and you should take the time to do your own thing... Well, find someone If it is not, the crisis will be resolved, right? Do you want to send a doctor to follow?"

"Basically no need."

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

Yang Rui hung up the phone in a daze.

To be honest, without a camera, without a phone, without GPS positioning, Yang Rui really couldn't imagine how to find a stranger in the vast city.

Comrade Yang Rui doesn't know, but there are always people who know.

A few minutes later, the phone of the Clinical Experimental Center of Hedong University rang again.

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

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

"We are from the Public Security Bureau. Please prepare, and someone will pick it up right away. It's better to write another paragraph to describe it. In addition, please prescribe some spare medicine." The man paused for a while, and then asked: "Have you written it down?"

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

Ten minutes later, a motorcycle rushed to the gate of the Clinical Experiment Center of Hedong University.

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

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

The policeman who came to pick up the photo gave Yang Rui a strange look, and said, "What's the use of handing out leaflets on the street? These are leaflets for various departments."

"Hey, departments? What departments?"

"Provincial departments, municipal departments, and various administrative bureaus have all set out to find people. Subdistrict offices in various places have been notified and have begun to organize activists from neighborhood committees and administrative villages.

How can you recognize someone without a photo. "

"Province..." A picture suddenly appeared in Yang Rui's mind, the scene of countless government servants rushing to the streets and starting to clean up.

In another ten or twenty years, the scene where employees of all government departments are dispatched together will probably only be cleaning.

This is still based on the honor of "Sanitary City".

But in the 80s, government employees were still very easy to use.

Open ponds, build dams, dig lotus ponds, pull coal and pick up garbage. As long as the authority of the leadership is strong, art soldiers can also dig cesspit.

only……

Yang Rui smiled wryly, it's not so serious now.

Of course, it is always good to find patients in time. The sixty-seven-year-old man, who is not where he usually is, still has a sense of crisis to some extent.

Huang Mao asked one more question: "Print so many leaflets in one go, can they be printed?"

In the 1980s or 1990s, it was rare to see people handing out leaflets on the street. That's 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 that want to print out leaflets quickly and in large quantities across the country.

The police officer who came to pick up the photos nodded and said, "The daily and evening newspapers have been notified. I sent the photos, and they immediately organized staff to reprint them."

Huang Mao was also taken aback by the answer, and said dumbly, "They won't print the newspaper today?"

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

He looked at Yang Rui when he spoke.

Yang Rui could only smile and said, "That's hard work."

"Goodbye, Professor Yang." The police officer saluted, went out and stepped on the motorcycle, and left in a puff of black smoke.

Several people in the laboratory were thinking about this one by one, but they were still a little confused.

After 30 minutes, the first batch of investigation personnel had already set off from Chen Qingfang.

"Kong Jiasheng, male..."

"Zhu Yongjun, male, 67 years old, 1.58 meters tall, somewhat hunchbacked, staggered when walking, and has a mole under his left cheek..." A cadre in a Chinese tunic suit posted the flyer on the conspicuous door of the store, and addressed the surrounding customers. ask.

At this time, the masses of the people are very enthusiastic, and the main reason is that they have nothing to do.

If I see something interesting...where I can help, I'm willing to give it a try.

"What kind of person is this? It doesn't look like he committed a crime. You can't learn well in your twenties."

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

"It's a good thing for a hunchback..."

The crowd erupted instantly.

Picking up ashes or something is the most delightful thing to see.

The cadres who were posting the leaflets were overwhelmed by the imaginative language of the masses, and clapped their hands repeatedly: "Don't talk nonsense, this is an important witness, everyone should help spread the word when you go back, the sooner you find someone, the better. "

"Witness for what?"

"This can't be said." The cadre said seriously: "To be honest, I don't know very well, but it is very important!"

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

Soon, there were legends on the streets.

"I heard that there is a man named Zhu Yongjun..."

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

"The US satellite is lost to our city..."

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

In particular, the neighborhood committee headed by the sub-district office is even more powerful, easily pulling out an army of tens of thousands.

After more than an hour, a large number of leaflets have been printed out. Everyone piled up, like a street sweeper for sales, or like a rising sea. The street office, the police station, and the neighborhood committee set off, spreading to the surrounding layer by layer, expanding...

In the conference room of the Public Security Bureau, a group of senior cadres in police uniforms were working on the big map very seriously.

"There are three kilometers around Chen Qingfang. I have already inquired all about it, but I haven't found it."

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

"The situation in Liujiaying is complicated, and Team Six has asked for more manpower."

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

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

At 5:10 p.m., Kong Jiasheng turned himself in...and then reported to the Clinical Trial Center.

The whereabouts of Zhu Yongjun became the top priority.

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

"Zhu Yongjun fell asleep in today's hair salon in Xicheng. After asking, he is the person on the flyer!" The neighborhood committee reported to the street office.

"Zhu Yongjun fell asleep in today's hair salon in Xicheng. He confirmed that he lives in Chen Qingfang and is 67 years old!" The street office reported to the district government.

"Zhu Yongjun fell asleep in today's hair salon in Xicheng, and his identity has been confirmed!" The district government reported to the city government.

"Zhu Yongjun found it. He fell asleep in Today's 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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