Why does the 67-year-old man stay in a hair salon every day?

Is it a hair salon’s mistake or is the old man’s love too erratic?

Leaders at all levels of provincial, municipal, district and street offices were all in the process of thinking.

Some leaders with relatively divergent thoughts couldn't help but come to Hedong University to try to conduct in-depth investigations.

"Yo, Director Liu, why are you here?"

"Minister Ma, I want to ask you why you suddenly ran to our area."

"Look at what you said, Professor Yang is the pride of our Hedong people. Now that something big has happened, I have to come and take a look before I can rest assured. Haha, Secretary Zhou is here, it's quite fast."

"hehe."

Several people looked at each other and laughed with unknown meaning.

Judging from time, it is indeed quite fast.

Zhu Yongjun had only been "arrested" for a few hours. Everyone gathered together as if they were having sex, and they all had the same purpose... to understand the progress of the matter and help Comrade Yang Rui.

"Comrade Yang Rui, hello, the experiment has not been affected." Director Liu held Yang Rui's hand tightly and shook it twice.

He was not such a person before. Everyone who had contacted Director Liu of the Urban Construction Bureau was impressed by his weak hands. He was soft, wet, slippery, and left when he got on, and loosened when he got on, as if he had a negative magnetic pole in his palm.

However, Yang Rui did not understand any of the characteristics of Director Liu's palm.

Director Liu actually has handkerchiefs in his pocket. Whenever he comes into contact with his superiors, he will use the handkerchief to suck his hands dry. When he holds them, he will also deliberately force his hands more.

In this way, Director Liu, which Yang Rui felt, was actually a soft and hard palm.

"The experiment is fine. Thanks to the leaders for their concern. Without everyone's help, we cannot find Zhu Yongjun so quickly." Yang Rui was kind.

Director Liu quickly said modestly: "I'm older, just call me Lao Liu. Oh, it's fine, as long as the experiment is fine. We are all worried that your laboratory will be in trouble, so we will become sinners forever... By the way, Professor Yang, what is the situation of Zhu Yongjun? Why did a good person suddenly run to that place? "

"You're impulsive." Yang Rui seemed to not want to say too much.

Director Liu laughed and didn't ask questions. He then stepped down after saying a few more scenes.

A few seconds later, another leader rushed up.

As Director Liu expected, Yang Rui couldn't hold on for even an hour.

If you keep talking about the same thing, normal people can't hold on.

"Huang Mao, go and prepare a briefing for everyone." Yang Rui received the guests for a while and then slipped away without hesitation.

Huang Mao, who received the task, had to prepare a staircase classroom and introduced the leaders. Huang Mao, who stood on the stage, suddenly became a little embarrassed.

Although the country was rejuvenating cadres in the 1980s, most of the so-called young cadres were actually middle-aged and young people in their forties and fifties.

Look at the Chinese Youth Writers Awards, or the study classes for middle-aged and young cadres, and the average age of those who were done in the 80s and 90s was 45 years old, as if there was something mysterious about the line of 45s.

In fact, young people or middle-aged people have never been the mainstream among writers or officials. The average age of mainstream middle-aged people is 55 years old. Middle-aged and elderly people are 25 years older than middle-aged and young people. This is the norm in the 1980s.

What Huang Mao saw today was a staircase classroom covered with age spots.

"Okay, let's report what happened today." Huang Mao's speech was a little unrestrained, thinking to himself, no wonder the leader reads manuscripts, and it's not easy to make mistakes when reading manuscripts.

A group of middle-aged and elderly cadres sat upright and looked at Huang Mao, neither embarrassed by his embarrassment nor surprised by his stagnation.

Everyone just looked at him quietly.

Quietly...

Huang Mao felt the heavy pressure, and almost forgot the thought of the words. He lowered his head and looked at the notes before he started talking about the drug throwing.

Everyone was still watching Huang Mao quietly.

It seems like what Huang Mao said was a normal thing.

As for the shock in everyone's heart, it is different.

"Can you show us the interrogation records? I remember that there is a video recorder in the clinical experiment center." An official from the court system shouted.

Huang Mao paused and said, "We also recorded the video, but because the main purpose of the interrogation at that time was to get a quick answer, the camera was set up behind a single-sided glass, and the image and sound were not very good."

"What good image is needed for interrogation? Just have a shadow." No one disliked it.

Huang Mao had to ask someone to get the video.

The clinical experimental center is still a national laboratory at its core, and it is also led by governments at all levels. If people want to watch videos, they can always find a way.

A 29-inch imported TV was moved into the staircase classroom and placed on the podium.

Two doctors helped to install all the video recorders and other equipment.

A few minutes later, the doctor's voice sounded first: "Luyang, 56 years old this year, has severe coronary heart disease and a history of mild stroke. After 20 years of diabetes, the liver and kidneys have different degrees of lesions because of the removal of gallbladder stones..."

A group of leading cadres listened extremely seriously.

This is probably the most serious time they have had a meeting.

Especially when Luyang said, "It can cure my hidden disease", there were whispers in the audience.

"Hidden illness" and other things are really clear to middle-aged and elderly cadres.

However, they are not unaware of the world. A few years ago, state-owned enterprises in Yunnan were still planning to export tiger bone wine and tiger whip wine. Basically, those who are willing to try can drink it. As for folk doctors and professors of traditional Chinese medicine hospitals, they have also been exposed to it for a lot.

For many people, hidden diseases do not need to be hidden too deeply, just not explain them publicly.

When it comes to attraction, it is mainly because Luyang's qualifications are quite attractive. It's fine if it's coronary heart disease and stroke history. At the age of 56, diabetes, liver and kidney lesions, any of them are very affecting the development of hidden diseases. Many people present were deeply moved by this.

The video of Luyang was played soon.

After a brief calm in the stairs classroom, a new video tape was tucked in.

Everyone couldn't help but sit up straight again.

The familiar face of Zhu Yongjun appeared on TV.

Everyone has been reading the flyer more than once, and they are really unfamiliar with Zhu Yongjun's face.

Like an ordinary old man.

"It's all like this, I have nothing to hide. I just want to try again..." Zhu Yongjun is a local and speaks with a scent of Pingjiang: "I know what you think, but you are too young. When you get old, your ideas will change. Like me, how many years can I live? My dad went there at the age of 53. I have lived longer than him. What else can I do?"

Zhu Yongjun didn't know that there was a camera, nor did he know that there was a single-sided glass. Facing the only interrogator or a doctor, Zhu Yongjun didn't have much concern:

"I actually took medicine before. My wife took it when she was there, and later she also took something else. This medicine is different."

The doctor has always allowed him to play freely, and only at this time did he ask: "Why are the difference?"

"Any other medicine, many medicines..." Zhuang Yongjun paused for a long time as if he was in nostalgia, and then said: "Many medicines are hard and hard, and the things are wood. This western land... Nafei, different."

The young doctor made a big blush inexplicably. He knew that someone was watching behind the single-sided glass, and there was a permanent record of the video.

In the staircase classroom, everyone who was watching the video suddenly became quiet.

However, no one looked at the young doctor's face, but was seriously waiting for Zhu Yongjun to continue speaking.

This time, Zhu Yongjun did not pause for too long, but there seemed to be a smile on the corner of his mouth, and said lightly: "Your medicine is not dry, and it will still feel it, just like it is normal..."

In the staircase, the hunched crowd suddenly became active.

In Huang Mao's eyes, it was like an old forest, suddenly turning into a lake.

The video was a thing of the past, but the mood of a group of old men was fresh.

"Where is Professor Yang?" An official asked, which immediately attracted a confrontation.

It is better to talk to the real person about such a big thing.

"Professor Yang is communicating with the United States." Huang Mao said the reasons he found.

Director Liu in the front row made a puzzled voice: "What do you communicate with the Americans?"

"Professor Yang Rui believes that since sildenafil has shown results in other aspects, it should be considered for development of drugs. However, according to the requirements of the US FDA, changing the test project requires a re-apply. Professor Yang is communicating with American lawyers to find a way to solve this problem."

"Is this medicine for Americans?" Director Liu couldn't help but worry.

Huang Mao shook his head and said, "Now, we will still conduct tests in China, but if the test project is changed, we will have to retest from the second phase."

"How long will it take? I mean to make medicine?"

"It's usually at least a few years."

"How many years? Why did it take so long?" The person who said this obviously never cared about clinical experiments, but in the past, who really cared about whether Yang Rui's clinical experiments were done well?

Huang Mao had to patiently explain the FDA's clinical experimental requirements.

However, all he got was all kinds of dissatisfaction.

For many people present, a few years is completely unacceptable.

Who knows how many years I have?
Chapter completed!