Chapter 103 Blood Snow

Snowflakes turned into blood-colored blossoms, falling and scattering over the entire city of Tong.

The expert on the television news was explaining, "It is composed of algae such as snow algae, stream water green algae, and snow-born fiber algae. Algae are lower plants with pigments that can perform photosynthesis. Because they contain different proportions of pigments, they can appear in different colors. These snow algae contain a special pigment called a blood-colored pigment. That's why we see red snowflakes..."

The expert on TV wiped his sweat while speaking and winking at the host, signaling, "Hurry up and take over, or I really can't make this up anymore!"

"So, this is a relatively rare natural phenomenon and is not caused by environmental pollution or chemical pollution, correct?"

"Yes, this is a natural phenomenon. In fact, in recent years, under the painstaking efforts of leaders at all levels in Tong City, the environment of Tong City has been greatly improved..."

"Okay, next, let's watch a short documentary to see the achievements Tong City has made in environmental management in recent years."

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"Damn, experts are not just anyone can become. They can find a reason to explain it so quickly. Impressive."

The old Daoist chuckled while smoking his cigarette.

"What he said is all about the Himalayas, where there is indeed red snow on the mountains.

But Tong City is close to the East Sea. This is a direct Qiankun Da Nuoyi (a skill that allows one to shift matter). Oh, no, this expert is so cute; he made this old lady laugh until my stomach hurts."

The white fox laughed, her body shaking.

The pair in front of her chest beat out rhythmic beats,

"Boom-chicka-boom, boom-chicka-boom!"

Zhou Ze and Xu Qinglang did not join the chat. Xu Qinglang was still squatting outside the door, his face as still as water.

After taking a shower, Boss Zhou lay on the sofa, facing outwards, watching the falling snowflakes outside, his fingertips gently stroking.

Earlier, Xu Qinglang had asked him,

"Can we only continue to wait?"

But if there was a choice,

who would want to sit here and wait?

It was just a pity that the master was not an ordinary person in the usual sense. Even the undead were transformed from the dead, and that one actually had nothing to do with humans anymore.

His appearance,

his birth,

his coming, his going,

were all so elusive.

Zhou Ze stretched out his arms and stretched out his body. How wonderful it would be if life could continue like this.

Leaving aside all the disturbances,

separating all the hustle and bustle,

just lying here,

paralyzed,

sentimentally thinking,

not knowing when even he began to think,

that this was really just a luxury?

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Most of the people in the office had left work. Although there were still many people in the hospital, those people were all dreaming of being able to cut in line to wait for A-level magnetic therapy, which had nothing to do with Wang Xingjian.

Yes,

nothing to do with it,

even though he was the most prominent and outstanding person in the oncology department of this hospital.

But this hospital was really distinct,

clearly having the composition of a normal hospital, with all the equipment of a regular hospital, but also with another heterogeneous existence, and the East Wind prevailed over the West Wind, very prosperous!

Magnetic therapy,

hehe,

magnetic therapy...

Wang Xingjian lit a cigarette, sat in his chair, and fell into deep thought.

He knew what kind of plan the leadership of this hospital had, using magnetic therapy as a gimmick to attract money. What he and his other colleagues in the real hospital did was actually an auxiliary, making their lies more realistic.

Anything that is purely false is difficult to convince people.

But if some real things are mixed in with the fake, coupled with a person's subjective hope, there will be more people willing to believe it.

Even,

he was also clear,

that this hospital was only a nominal industry,

and even the handsome dean who often appeared on posters

was just a spokesperson who was pushed out, just because he looked good on camera.

The hand of this hospital stretched very long, the magnetic therapy equipment and magnetic therapy industry, starting from here, constantly spreading out, promoting out, densely packed,

like,

social tumors,

uncontrollable,

and difficult to control.

Even when Wang Xingjian returned to his hometown last month, he saw that a magnetic therapy store had actually opened on the street of his eighteenth-tier county town, and many elderly people went there every day to attend classes, being popularized with the so-called magic and greatness of magnetic therapy.

There were some things that Wang Xingjian didn't dare to think about further, didn't dare to investigate in detail, and didn't dare to delve into, but under the tossing and turning, he had been suffering from insomnia for a long time.

He was very painful, he was very entangled, he was very helpless,

working in the hospital every day,

was like being put on a red-hot pan and煎熬着 (jian ao zhe - suffering).

He opened the computer on his desk,

and clicked on one of the folders,

which contained his narrative report.

This was the text he had typed out very passionately and excitedly after drinking a little wine that night,

in which he criticized the so-called magnetic therapy tricks and lies.

He felt that at that time, he had found himself and saw the door to relieving pain.

He was a doctor, and it was his duty to treat diseases and save people. He had always thought so since he was a child, and he had always believed it. Although some edges and corners had been smoothed out after entering society, there was always a little bit of persistence and spirit in his heart.

Wang Xingjian smiled.

He had always thought that he was extraordinary. Although his family was ordinary, his academic performance in school and his level of improvement after work were obvious to all with his efforts.

He once thought that he was not a prodigy, but he could be regarded as an elite who had broken away from the general public.

But looking back now,

he found that he was no different from ordinary people,

looking ahead and behind,

for money and for work, he had to cover his conscience with dust.

He logged into QQ on his computer, and there was a special column in the list, a reporter named Xiao Xu.

He had contacted him before, hoping to interview him, and expressed a sincere attitude in the interview. He hoped to expose this matter so that more people could avoid family ruin.

He had brought him a lot of shocking information from his own visits and investigations.

Wang Xingjian took a deep breath,

put the mouse on the file,

wanting to drag it there and send it to Xiao Xu,

but hesitated again.

At this moment,

the door of the office was pushed open, and two people walked in.

One was the deputy director, and the other was the office director.

Wang Xingjian panicked a little. He wanted to turn off the computer, but it was too late.

However, the deputy director and the director were not in a hurry to yell at him or scold him.

The director helped Wang Xingjian pick up the cigarette butt that had just fallen on the ground due to panic, put it in the ashtray and put it out, and at the same time, took out another cigarette and handed it to Wang Xingjian.

Wang Xingjian sat there,

opening his mouth in astonishment and confusion,

and bit the cigarette butt.

"Xiao Wang, the hospital has approved your application for further study in the United States. All expenses are the responsibility of the hospital. In addition, you don't have to worry about your family's affairs. Your further study in the United States is for better work and dedication to the hospital and the group, so after you go to the United States, your salary will still be paid as usual.

In addition, your position should also change when you come back. There is no problem in doubling the basic salary and bonus."

Wang Xingjian opened his mouth wide, and the cigarette fell on the ground again.

The director, who was standing aside without speaking, bent down again, picked up the cigarette, and put it in the ashtray.

"We don't care about the gossip outside. Do you know what I mean, Xiao Wang?" the deputy director asked.

Studying in the United States?

Salary and bonus...

You should know that in this hospital, Wang Xingjian's income is already much higher than that of his classmates of the same level in other hospitals, and this is doubled again.

"You are the person I value most, Xiao Wang. Your future is limitless. Even the chairman has mentioned you several times in front of me."

The deputy director bent down, walked up to Wang Xingjian, put his arm around his shoulder, and said earnestly:

"I know you have some opinions on magnetic therapy, but no one can prove that it is harmful, right?

Moreover, we have you, this group of excellent doctors represented by you. The role of magnetic therapy is only to give patients a psychological comfort, enhance their confidence in fighting the disease, and it is also useful for treatment."

Wang Xingjian nodded.

"Oh, by the way, this reporter surnamed Xu has been fired by their newspaper because of economic reasons. Alas, young people always want to make big news.

It's a pity. After he does this, which newspaper will dare to hire him in the future? He won't be able to make a living in this industry anymore."

Hearing these words, Wang Xingjian's body trembled, and his face began to turn pale.

The deputy director winked at the director,

and the two left Wang Xingjian's office together.

Closing the door,

the director said strangely: "These ungrateful people, which hospital can give him such good treatment? Why should we..."

"Are you stupid from doing magnetic therapy?"

The deputy director glared at the director unhappily,

"He is a capable person, we need him. If you give it all to you for magnetic therapy, and the patients die one after another, wouldn't this sign be smashed?

The hospital is a hospital, but do you know how many people below are counting on the hospital's signboard to live?"

"Yes, yes, yes, you are right, you are right. I was inconsiderate, inconsiderate."

The deputy director curled his lips, smiled again, patted the director's shoulder, and said:

"Actually, it's good for you to be like this. Believing it yourself is the highest level."

"You flatter me, you flatter me. I am only serving the group wholeheartedly, serving the group.

By the way,

he should be fine, right?

This kid won't still..."

"No, this kid is too young. He doesn't even know that the group's computers are being monitored. If we give him a big cake, he won't dare to do anything anymore. He's completely on our boat.

In this world,

it's difficult to make people determined to turn black.

But to make people cover their eyes,

and pretend they can't see,

it's too simple.

You don't need to learn this at all,

everyone can do it."

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