"What else can you do? You must do shameful things, otherwise you won't be able to go out in the middle of the night, right?" The subordinate just now said naturally.

Scar pondered for a while, then said decisively: "Don't rush to do this, let's follow us. I want to see what kind of unethical things these grandsons ran out in the middle of the night!" After making the decision, Scar immediately left two people to stay where they were, and he quietly moved the car with the other five people and followed.

"Mom, it's so late, why haven't you slept yet?" Song Shuang, who was looking at the information, rubbed his eyes and answered the call from Song's mother.

Song’s mother on the other end of the phone seemed very excited and said, “You are not sleeping yet! I called to tell you that your father is fine, and he is mentally and physically fine! I just haven’t eaten for a long time, and now I’m clamoring to eat!”

Sure enough, Song's father shouted in dissatisfaction at the other end of the phone: "I said, "Old woman, when will you tell your daughter? I will starve to death! When you starve me to death, I must have my daughter arrest you for murder! You will be sent to prison!"

Song's mother said dissatisfiedly: "You are starving to death, how can you tell your daughter? Okay, okay, wait a little longer, why are you making a fuss! Sometimes I really think it's better for you to lie quietly in the hospital ward!"

Listening to the quarrel between parents on the other end of the phone, Song Shuang deeply felt an emotion called happiness!

In the hospital, facing her critically ill father, Song Shuang truly felt the pain of losing her relatives. Now she is lost and regained. Song Shuang must know how to cherish it more than ever before.

"Mom, don't argue with Dad. Make more delicious food for Dad and let him make it well!" Song Shuang comforted Song's mother and said.

Song's mother on the other end smiled and said, "I know! Your father has suffered this time. If it weren't for your friend, I wouldn't know what would happen! If you have the chance, you must invite everyone to sit there and let us express our gratitude. Also, I think that guy is OK."

Hearing that Song's mother was about to talk about that, Song Shuang hurriedly interrupted: "Mom, go and cook for dad. I still have work to do, so I won't talk to you. When I finish my work, I will go back to see you and dad!" After that, he couldn't wait to put down the phone.

Thinking of the phone, Song's mother had already regarded Li Xiaogang as her prospective son-in-law, Song Shuang felt a little irritated.

Thinking of the women surrounding Li Xiaogang, Song Shuang felt that maybe just watching him silently and protecting him would be more beautiful.

Will it last longer?

After rubbing his temples that were slightly swollen, Song Shuang focused on the computer in front of him.

Si Changchun, born in Shanghai, China in 1930, is a family of traditional Chinese medicine.

A line of information jumped into Song Shuang's eyes.

Song Shuang's heart trembled for no reason, and the woman's intuition told her that maybe this was the person she was looking for!

"Sister Song Shuang, come and have a look. An old man came to the duty room. He insisted that someone wanted to kill him, so we were almost collapsed. Come and help deal with it!"

Xiao He from the duty room came to the police station one year later than Song Shuang. He was Song Shuang's junior sister. The two of them got along very well, just like a pair of sisters.

Seeing Xiao He running in with a big man in his head, Song Shuang looked at her helplessly and said, "I said to you, it's only been less than a month. How many times have you been born with the same thing? Good sister, I have very important things to deal with now. Please think of a solution yourself, okay?"

Xiao He ran over and hugged Song Shuang's arm and said, "Good sister, you are my idol. Then anyone who comes to you will be punished by you and obeyed. Just be kind and save your good sister. Look at me, how embarrassed I am now. If I were tortured by that old man, I would be completely collapsed!"

Song Shuang sighed helplessly, pushed open the computer keyboard, stood up from the chair, and said to Xiao He: "Forget it, I'll lose to you, I'll accompany you for a trip!"

In the duty room, a pair of black-framed glasses were on her nose, and although the eyes behind the glasses were a little cloudy, they still appeared from time to time.

However, at this moment, the eyes were full of fear. Although the body, which had not been bent by time, seemed much thinner and trembled constantly.

When she first saw this old man, Song Shuang felt familiar, as if she had seen it somewhere.

Xiao He pointed to the old man and said to Song Shuang: "Then, the person is him! He always said that someone wanted to kill him, but when he asked him who wanted to kill him, he just didn't say that, he could really be anxious!"

Song Shuang nodded, walked to the old man, sat down beside him, and asked gently, "Lao Dad, what's your name? Can we talk about it?"

The old man turned around and dragged him over with difficulty. Looking at Song Shuang beside him, he suddenly seemed very excited. He grabbed Song Shuang's hand and said excitedly: "Comrade Police, you must save me, someone wants to kill me! If you don't care about me, I will be killed!"

Song Shuang nodded hurriedly and said, "I understand, old man! Don't worry, you are in the police station now, it's very safe. The bad guys dare not come here to kill you! You can relax first, don't be so nervous, let's talk, okay?"

After hearing Song Shuang's words, especially seeing the smile on Song Shuang's face, the old man finally calmed down and said to Song Shuang: "Girl, there are really bad people who want to kill me, you must protect me."

Song Shuang smiled and said, "Of course, we will definitely protect your safety! Can you tell me your name now?" The old man gasped and said, "My name is Si Changchun."

The old man's words shocked Song Shuang's heart. He looked at him in surprise and asked, "You mean, are you Si Changchun, an old Chinese doctor?"

Si Changchun was also surprised when he heard Song Shuangyi's identity revealing his identity. He looked at her curiously and said, "Yes, I am a Chinese medicine doctor, but how did you know?"

Song Shuang laughed and said, "You don't have to worry about this. Now let's talk about why someone wants to kill you? Did you offend someone?" Si Changchun shook his head and said, "Girl, I can't say this. If I say it, they will have to kill me even more, and they will also kill my children. I can't say it!"

Seeing Si Changchun's painful and excited appearance, Song Shuang felt very uncomfortable and a little angry. Those bastards could treat a white old man so cruelly. Seeing the deep fear on his face, Song Shuang felt very sympathetic to him.

Song Shuang smiled and said, "Old man, you are in the police station now. You don't need to be afraid of those bad people anymore. Only when you tell me who the person you want to kill you can catch them, so that your family and you will no longer be threatened by them. Don't be afraid and say everything you know."

Song Shuang's words made the old man feel a little moved, and his lips squirmed gently, but just as the old man was about to tell the truth, he seemed to have suddenly thought of something, and his face suddenly changed.

Full of fear, then the whole person began to tremble and refused to say anything.

Song Shuang looked at the old man helplessly and said, "It's better to do this, old man, I'll take you back to your house first."

"No, no! If I don't go back, I'll be dead. They must be waiting there to kill me! I won't go back!"

Song Shuang frowned and said, "If this is the case, then I will accompany you back! I will live in your house and be responsible for protecting you. With the police here, the bad guys will not dare to kill you. What do you think?"

The old man raised his head tremblingly, looked at Song Shuang, then looked at her up and down carefully, shook his head and said, "No, how can you fight with them, a girl? Don't!"

The old man's words made Song Shuang smile bitterly and said, "Don't worry, you always have. In the police station, there are really not many people who are my opponents!"

"Really?" the old man looked at Song Shuang half-believingly and asked.

Song Shuang looked back at Xiao He, and Xiao He hurriedly verified: "That's right, old man, just believe her! She can play half a dozen by herself, without breathing!"

Xiao He's words made the old man believe it a little, and he said, "Okay, I'll believe you once, don't lie to me!" Song Shuang nodded heavily and helped the old man stand up.

"Sister Song Shuang, are you really going? What if there is danger?" Xiao He looked at Song Shuang with some concern and asked.

Song Shuang gave her a worry-free smile and said, "From now on your phone, I will call you as soon as possible when you encounter danger, and come and save me!"

Si Changchun lived alone in a two-bedroom apartment in an old residential building, and his children were not around him. Although his life was rich, his lonely mood made him look older.

As soon as he entered his room, he saw a large number of ancient costume books and yellowed pages, which occasionally emitted a fragrance of ink, adding a solemn and thick cultural heritage to the whole room.

"Grandpa, you are a person who likes to read books at first sight. So many books are almost in a library!" Song Shuang said in amazement, scanning the rows of books on the bookshelf.

These books are Si Changchun's pride over the years, and there are many books that are not available in the National Library. He loves them almost more than his own life.

He nodded and said, "I have lived for them all my life. After I die, I will donate them all to the country. These are treasures left by our ancestors and are of infinite value!"

Song Shuang giggled and said, "Why, you didn't think about leaving these things for your descendants?"

Si Changchun sighed with a sigh: "Leave it to them? Forget it, don't waste these books. I would rather let them go down the ground with me!" It seems that Si Changchun's heart seemed to be filled with many dissatisfaction with his children.

Song Shuang walked to the bookshelf and saw that all the books on the bookshelf were about medicine, plants and pharmacy. It was hard to imagine that these books were read by Si Changchun. So how rich his medical knowledge was, Song Shuang almost couldn't imagine it.

Song Shuang said casually, "Old sir, I have heard a saying that doctors and drugs do not separate their families. Do you think this is reasonable?"

Perhaps Song Shuang asked Si Changchun what was most proud of, but he immediately became excited and pushed his eyes and said, "You are asking the right person, doctors save people, and poisons harm people.

The two complement each other and naturally cannot be separated.

Take this herb for example. The ancients said that it is three parts poisonous.

This same medicine is a good medicine for curing diseases and saving lives, but it has become a poison that makes people feel painful! This is the most attractive thing about Chinese medicine for thousands of years. To be honest, I dare not say that my attainments in this area are unique, but I have achieved quite a lot!"
Chapter completed!