What made Ou Langkai crazy was that when he opened the door, he found an old man standing outside the door.

That figure, that style, and that station, you know that it must be an old aristocrat, and this momentum is not something that ordinary people can pretend to be.

"Is it Wang Dashi's mansion?" asked Liu Qingnan with a smile, followed by two sturdy bodyguards, who were carrying two huge document bags in their hands at this time.

"Yes, yes...... Who are you?"

"No, Liu Qingnan, I am the head of the Mist Club. Liu Qingnan said lightly!

"You! You're really Liu Qingnan...... No, Mr. Liu, please come in, please come in...... Mr. Wang is inside......" Ou Langkai said in a vague tone, under the pressure of Liu Qingnan's momentum, he spoke with a big tongue and was nervous.

"Mr. Liu, welcome to the Humble House, it's shining!" Wang Dashi greeted him with a smile.

Liu Qingnan smiled and stretched out his hands and walked over to Wang Dashi. In Wang Dashi's surprised gaze, Liu Qingnan went straight around Wang Dashi and held Qin Shuai's hand tightly, "Doctor Qin! It's really you! Check it, this is your membership information!"

Liu Qingnan snapped his fingers, and a man who looked like a bodyguard immediately stepped forward with a document bag and sent it to Qin Shuai.

"As long as you sign your name on pages 3, 8 and 16, you can become our full member. Liu Qingnan took the trouble to explain.

"What about Uncle Wang, did you bring it?" Qin Shuai opened the file bag, glanced at it casually, found out the place where he needed to sign it, and quickly signed his name.

"Bring it!" Liu Qingnan smiled: "Mr. Qin personally commanded, Mr. Yan personally took care of it, how can I not do this little thing!"

Liu Qingnan turned around lightly and said to Wang Dashi: "Mr. Wang, your membership information is in another document bag, please sign, in addition, please prepare an entrance fee of two hundred thousand yuan - this is a one-year fee, if you are lucky enough to join next year, it will still be two hundred thousand yuan." ”

The entrance fee of two million is a piece of cake for Wang Dashi, how many pairs of eyes in the fog city are staring at the misty club, and they want to spend two million to buy a membership qualification but can't get it. This is not an ordinary membership qualification, but a golden sign to prove your identity!

Wang Dashi almost imagined that once his identity as a member of the Misty Club was exposed, it would bring more than 20% increase to the jewelry business of the entire Wang Group!

In this case, two million, in fact, is just a drizzle!

Wang Dashi quickly signed his own document and said to Qin Shuai: "I paid your entrance fee for you, right?"

Qin Shuai can still get two million, but two million to pay an entrance fee, Qin Shuai feels that it is not worth it, these two million are not much in the eyes of rich people, but if they are used in orphanages in mountain villages, it will greatly improve the lives of orphans in a certain period of time.

Compared to this, Qin Shuai would rather not join this bewilderment club, thinking of this, Qin Shuai regretted the two places he was going to come, he knew that he would just let Wang Dashi, the unjust boss, go by himself, what kind of fun did he Qin Shuai follow!

"It's not that Mr. Qin can't get the entrance fee of two million, right?" Ou Langkai asked disdainfully, and said in his heart, a soil bun is a soil bun, even if he knows a character like Liu Qingnan, he is still a soil bun.

About two million is already an astronomical amount of money for such a small doctor, right?

"Slow, Mr. Qin, you don't have to pay the entrance fee, this is what Yan Ye meant. Liu Qingnan suddenly bowed and said: "Mr. Qin's identity will be the most distinguished guest of our Mist Club, so Mr. Qin can be exempted from this entrance fee and never mention it again." ”

"You don't have to pay the entrance fee of two million! I said, this is great! You are simply my timely rain!" Qin Shuai sighed again and again, "It seems that Yan Shisan is quite face-saving!"

He ...... He also joined the Mist Club? He also got the opportunity to get the Mist Club free of entry fees?" Ou Langkai felt that his whole person was about to be stupid, when did the Mist Club, the threshold for joining the club be so low?

Could it be that the Mist Club has become a cabbage in the market, and anyone who wants to buy it can buy it?

"As far as I know, there are only thirty-six places in the Mist Club...... These are the two extra ......," Orangkai asked.

"Thirty-six, of course, and always thirty-six. Liu Qingnan smiled politely: "Because of the addition of Mr. Wang and Mr. Qin, Mr. Sun Shan and another gentleman unfortunately fell out of this list." ”

"As far as I know......"

"Save it, save you!" Qin Shuai hurriedly waved his hand to interrupt what Ou Langkai wanted to say next, as far as you know, do you know what our relationship with Yan Shisan is, do you know that we are a person who is unwilling to show off his identity...... Upper-class figures?!

"Shu millet, drink coffee ......"

"Thorny...... Let's ......."

"You ......" Ou Langkai looked at Qin Shuai dumbfounded, swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and finally swallowed the second half of the sentence "Upper class people can't drink coffee" back into his stomach, and a thought could not be contained: "Could it be that the rules of high society have changed?

Qin Shuai had a "high society" lunch at Wang Dashi's house, during which he was inevitably constantly criticized by Ou Langkai, but it is a pity that this pseudo-aristocrat has the opportunity to let Wang Dashi, who has failed twice in a row, enter the real high society, Ou Langkai can only break his teeth and swallow it in his stomach,

During this period, Qin Shuai greeted Ou Langkai more than once, "Mr. Ou, let's eat together!"

The depressed Ou Langkai swallowed his saliva, as a well-educated aristocratic housekeeper, Ou Langkai knew that there was no place for his own dining and sitting on this kind of occasion where the master was all present, so he could only glance at Qin Shuai a few more times with hatred.

It's a pity that a few more glances can't let Qin Shuai lose a piece of meat, and even Qin Shuai didn't even notice it, eating there by himself, plus Wang Ziling fanned the flames on the side, and from time to time he gave Qin Shuai a chopstick to eat, even Wang Dashi didn't feel that it was inappropriate, and Ou Langkai's anger was also in vain.

After lunch, Qin Shuai got up to say goodbye, and Wang Ziling personally sent him out of the door and gave Qin Shuai a big hug.

"Healed, what's next?" Qin Shuai asked with a smile.

Wang Ziling's big eyes gurgled and turned, and he pointed his chin with his fingertips and said, "Hmm...... I want to be a doctor, a doctor as powerful as Shu Xiao!"

After chatting a few more words, Qin Shuai received a call from Wang Qiang, the political commissar of the Dragon Soul, urging Qin Shuai to hurry up.

The two simply agreed to meet at the airport.

After saying goodbye to the eccentric Wang Ziling, Qin Shuai took a taxi and went straight to the airport, but when he arrived at the airport, he found that Wang Qiang had been waiting here for a long time.

Wang Qiang had already purchased a first-class ticket to Dijing in an hour and a half later, and soon the two of them passed the security check and got on the plane, the blue sky was like a wash, and the fog city under their feet became smaller and smaller, and finally turned into a small black dot, which could no longer be seen.

At the same time, in the intensive care unit of the emergency department of the city hospital, Jiang Siwen, the deputy director, still did not wake up.

Several medical staff were busy going in and out, almost using the means of their whole body.

Even Leng Shuang Shuang was invited to come for a consultation, and after Leng Shuang Shuang was diagnosed, he rolled Jiang Siwen's eyelids and said firmly: "He is poisoned! But what kind of toxin it is, I can't tell it for the time being!"

The city hospital has antidote drugs, soon, what pralidoxime, atropine, sodium dimercaptopropanesulfonate......

Regardless of whether it is useful or useless, it is used in one go, and even the gastric lavage machine is buzzing to work, because Jiang Siwen's identity is relatively special, this gastric lavage is not the water released from the tap water pipe, but directly dismantling three boxes of pure milk.

After more than an hour passed, Jiang Siwen still did not improve at all, his face was still extremely pale, but his heart rate and pulse rate were normal, and the ECG blood pressure monitoring was above, and there was no change in the lesion.

"Ten percent glucose, two thousand milliliters intravenously!" Cold Frost offered the final treatment plan, and immediately a nurse brought a bottle of 500 milliliters of 10% glucose, and the venous access was smoothly established, and it flowed into Jiang Siwen's body.

Jiang Siwen's initial cracks had already appeared, and there were a few traces of dryness when he looked dry, and even a few traces of blood leached out.

"Water...... ......Suddenly, a weak voice came from the hospital bed, and Leng Shuangshuang was suddenly shaken, and while ordering the little nurse to fetch water immediately, he asked two questions, "Why is this happening?"

Jiang Siwen, who was in a coma, muttered, "Dingjia Village...... Plague ......"

The voice was so small that Leng Shuang didn't hear it clearly, "The water is coming! Drink some water and talk slowly......!"

Not only did Jiang Siwen not continue to speak, but he didn't even have time to drink the water, so he fainted again.

Outside Dingjia Village, the abandoned factory buildings of pharmaceutical companies have all been overthrown to the ground.

A gust of wind blew, raising smoke and dust in the sky, which seemed to tell the glory of the past.

In the center of the factory, a large hole has been dug out by the police, and it is empty and squeaky......

A small mouse scurried down from the stacked high waste carton, "squeak......

There was another tragic shout, and the tail of the little mouse was trampled on the ground by a pair of big feet, and the little mouse tossed twice, but still did not escape.

"Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable!" stepped on the man's sermon trumpet of the little mouse, and Buddha Chen waved lightly. It is the middle channel length.

I saw the middle channel chief take out a small oilcloth bag from his arms, pinch out some light yellow powder from it, and feed it to the little mouse to eat, about three minutes later, the middle channel chief turned his wrist, and a soybean appeared in his palm.

The next moment, the head of the middle channel had already brought up the sad little mouse that had become the test subject.