Chapter 276

In retrospect, Jin Zongliang really felt that his aunt's spirit was a little abnormal. But I can't say where it's awkward.

Entering director Liu's office, I felt cool.

It's winter now. The general office will turn on warm air, but I don't know what's wrong here. It turns on cold air conditioning.

"Close the door for me, thank you." Director Liu, with his back on his back, said as he put his things on the table.

Jin Zongliang closed the door and sat on the leather swivel chair opposite director Liu's desk.

Director Liu put one hand on the edge of the table, and the other hand picked up a piece of paper from the table, glanced at it, then turned on the computer and quickly knocked something on the keyboard. His face was tense and meticulous, looking very busy.

He looked around director Liu's office for a week.

director Liu's office is very clean. There is not a trace of dust or garbage on the ground. In addition to cold, there is a faint fragrance of cold perfume.

The office is not big, but it gives people a feeling of emptiness. On the left side of the room, there are a row of high dark gray filing cabinets. In the filing cabinet, orderly rows of files are held in black folders and orderly arranged in the filing cabinet.

from outside, as like as two peas in every folder, Jin Zongliang can't help thinking that there is no sign outside the folder, so how does he tell the contents of these folders? Is He remembers everything?

In the front of the room, director Liu's desk is facing the window. The window is not big, but the lighting is good. His desk is clean.

There is a very small bookshelf. On the bookshelf, there are seven or eight books, which are arranged in a hierarchical way from high to low. The titles should be some spiritual books. Next to the bookshelf, there is a glass water cup, which is not very full, but only half full. A few pieces of green tea are floating on the water.

Next to him is director Liu's computer, which is a common black desktop computer. In the past few minutes after entering the door, director Liu's hand has been crackling on the keyboard.

On the table, there is also a photo frame and a landline. The photo frame is cool with its back to Jin Zong. Jin Zongliang guesses that it should be a group photo of him and his family.

On the wall opposite a row of bookcases, there is a painting of Da Vinci's Fauvism. The color is cool, and there is a diploma.

That diploma aroused Jin Zongliang's interest. Most people hang certificates on their walls, and few people put them.

Jin Zongliang couldn't help being curious. He stood up and walked in to see the contents of his diploma clearly.

This diploma is in English, but it's hard for Jin Zongliang. It turns out that he is a doctor graduated from the University of California Medical School, which should be the top medical school in China. It seems that he is really not simple.

As a matter of fact, when Jin Zongliang was a child, he was always interested in medicine. He even thought about going to medical school. The University of California was his dream university. However, because he had to return to Jin's family to inherit his family business, his unknown dream had to be shelved.

At this time, while Jin Zongliang was still immersed in his memories, the keyboard sound of director Liu stopped.

"Are you finished?"

"Well, please take a seat."

Jin Zongliang went over and sat down.

"What can I do for you, please."

"You seem very busy." Jin Zongliang said with a polite smile.

"It's OK, but recently there are more new patients in hospital, and I need to deal with a lot of situations. You don't come to me for chatting. If you have anything to do, please let me know. " It seems that Doctor Liu has guessed his general intention.

"Well, I'll get straight to the point. I want to know about the patient on your medical record."

"You mean this man?" Doctor Liu turns the computer screen in front of him. On the desktop of the computer, he opens a medical record with a picture of his aunt and the patient's name: Zhang Hong.

"Yes, that's her."

Doctor Liu took a sharp look at Jin Zongliang: "as you know, the information of these patients is confidential here. I can't tell you her specific condition at will."

"What if I say this man is my aunt?"

"Aunt?"

"Although we are not related by blood, she raised me."

Doctor Liu looked up and down at Jin Zongliang. He didn't know what he was thinking, but he didn't seem to believe Jin Zongliang's words.

Jin Zongliang said with a smile: "it doesn't matter. If you don't believe it, you can have a look at these." With that, Jin Zongliang put his mobile phone in front of director Liu.

Director Liu pushed his glasses and picked up Jin Zongliang's mobile phone with great interest.

On Jin Zongliang's mobile phone, there are all photos of him, his uncle and his aunt when he was a child. In the photos, they smile sweetly. If they don't know, they will think that this kind-hearted couple is Jin Zongliang's biological parents.Director Liu's eyebrows are slightly tight, carefully identifying the two people in the photo.

"She is indeed Zhang Hong. Who is she?" Dr. Liu raised his eyes. His eyes had a little fluctuation compared with just now.

"I said, she is my most important person. To be honest, she has disappeared for some time. I'm very anxious." In order to win the trust of director Liu, Jin Zongliang told him the truth.

Director Liu was silent. After thinking for a long time, he could see that he was engaged in an ideological struggle.

"Can you tell me your name?" Liu said after a long silence.

"Of course." Jin Zongliang untied the first two buttons of his suit jacket, took out a black exquisite business card folder from the pocket inside his clothes, took out a business card from the card folder, and then put it in front of director Liu, "this is my business card."

"Jin Zongliang." Doctor Liu silently read Jin Zongliang's name.

"Yes."

"Well, I'll make an exception."

I don't know if it was because I saw the identity of "President of Jin's group" on Jin Zongliang's business card, or I confirmed the relationship between him and his aunt. It seems that he is ready to tell the truth to himself.

Jin Zongliang changed his posture and put his hands on the table.

"The reason why I make an exception to tell you about her illness is that her illness has reached a very serious level. In fact, she has always been a patient I focus on."

"Focus? What do you mean Jin Zongliang asked in surprise.

"I mean her condition, it's a little special."

"What's wrong with her?"