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Chapter 212 Actions of the Islanders
In the evening, the hospital cafeteria.

Mu Guojia, as usual, the first thing she did when she walked into the cafeteria was to look for Fujiwara Jiro.

Seeing Fujiwara Jiro sitting in his fixed position with a sullen face, in a remote corner of the cafeteria, it is obvious that he is not in a good mood today.

Mu Guojia thought to herself: It seems that you should be more careful with your words today.

Usually Fujiwara Jiro would not eat in the hospital cafeteria. Only when Mu Guojia had something to explain would Fujiwara Jiro appear in the cafeteria.

The canteen of the hospital has become the place where Mu Guojia and Fujiwara Jiro meet.

Mu Guojia lined up for dinner as usual, and then sat in front of Fujiwara Jiro with a plate.

In order not to make others suspect, even when Fujiwara Jiro did not come to the cafeteria, Mu Guojia would sit in front of Fujiwara Jiro to eat.

It is to give the impression that he is used to eating here, thus making people ignore the diners around him.

Mu Guojia sat down in her own seat, without first asking what Fujiwara Jiro had to do with her, but bowed her head to eat, like a normal diners.

Since she knew that Jiro Fujiwara was in a bad mood today, Mu Guojia naturally wouldn't be in trouble, so she first spoke to herself to make herself uncomfortable.

Sure enough, it was Jiro Fujiwara who couldn't help but asked, "Musang, how long will it take you to get the prescription from the research group."

Ever since he was threatened by Koyama Hiroshi in the morning, Fujiwara Jiro has been in a very bad mood all day, and he has been holding back his anger in his heart.

Mu Guojia chewed and swallowed the food in his mouth, organized the words in his mind and said, "Mr. Fujiwara, didn't I tell you last time, if you want to extract the formula from Li Yan's mouth, you need to take it step by step, you can't rush it. The last time we met It hasn't been a week, Mr. Fujiwara! You have to be patient. You can rest assured that I will do my best to help you get the recipe, even for a generous reward."

Hearing Mu Guojia's last words, Fujiwara Jiro's gloomy expression finally eased.

Having been in contact with Mu Guojia for such a long time, Fujiwara Jiro knew very well that Mu Guojia was a greedy person.

Under the promise of generous remuneration, Fujiwara Jiro still believed in Mu Guojia's guarantee just now.

"Mu Sang! I can understand you, and you also need to understand my situation. Yesterday, my company started urging me, and it has given me an ultimatum that I must get the prescription from the research group this year."

Naturally, Fujiwara Jiro couldn't say that Hiroshi Koyama put pressure on him, so he could only continue to use the company as an excuse.

Fujiwara Jiro still insisted on his original idea and wanted to get the prescription from the research group as soon as possible, but he never really considered seeing Ogawa Hiroshi.

As long as he got the Chinese prescription, Fujiwara Jiro would immediately fly to the magic capital, who would care about the life and death of a dying person.

Even if Koyama Hiroshi chooses to call the police for what use, Kamfang has already obtained it, and maybe he has returned to the island country.

Mu Guojia frowned slightly and pretended to be hesitant. After a long pause, she said, "Mr. Fujiwara, there is still a month left, isn't the time a bit tight?"

Mu Guojia didn't want to get the prescription from Li Yan as soon as possible, and wanted to delay for a while to squeeze out more oil and water.

Fujiwara Jiro said resolutely: "Musang, if you want to understand my difficulties, I have to listen to the company. Moreover, I came to Prairie City as an investor, and I can't stay in Prairie City for a long time, so Mu Sang You have to tell me clearly when you can get the prescription from the research group."

Seeing that something could not be done, Mu Guojia said reluctantly, "Mr. Fujiwara, why do I have to wait for the effect of my father's chemotherapy before I can have an excuse to ask Li Yan for a prescription, otherwise I will be very abrupt and have no reason for it? Asking for a prescription is bound to arouse Li Yan's suspicion."

Fujiwara Jiro nodded and said, "Okay, then I'll wait until after your father's chemotherapy is over, but you have to give me an exact time."

Mu Guojia said worriedly: "Mr. Fujiwara, don't worry! I will definitely help you get the prescription before the end of the year."

"Mu Sang! Then I'll wait for your good news."

Fujiwara Jiro is constantly cursing Koyama Hiroshi in his heart, and his threat directly disrupted his plan.

He thought that there was still a month left, as long as he cooperated with Koyama Hiroshi's treatment, he could be paralyzed and confused.

"Mr. Fujiwara, don't worry!"

Mu Guojia thought that she had delayed the time for another month, and she could still scrape some oil and water on the people of the island country, and she guaranteed it all.

"Mu Sang, then you can eat slowly, I'll go first!"

After talking about the matter, Fujiwara Jiro picked up the plate, got up and left the cafeteria.

Seeing Fujiwara Jiro walking out of the restaurant, Mu Guojia spat on the ground fiercely, and scolded: "MD! A stingy islander, let me make a lot of money less!"

Back at the hotel, Fujiwara Jiro took a short rest, picked up the phone on the bedside table, and dialed the phone of Inoue and Murata's room.

"Inoue, Murata! Come to my room now and report on the progress on your side."

Inoue hung up the phone, and Murata hurriedly came over and asked, "What did Jiro Fujiwara say on the phone?"

Inoue said, "Jiro Fujiwara asked us to go to his room now to hear the progress of our work."

"Inoue-kun, what are we going to say later, if we hide the truth, will Fujiwara Jiro notice it?"

Murata asked with a slightly nervous expression on his face. It seems that Fujiwara Jiro's high-pressure management has made Murata afraid of Fujiwara Jiro.

Inoue said calmly: "Murata-kun, no! After a while, if Fujiwara Jiro asks anything, I will answer it, just nod and agree by the side."

Murata no longer had the nervousness he had just now, nodded and said, "Okay, Inoue-kun! I'll listen to you."

The two briefly checked the caliber in the room, and then hurried to Fujiwara Jiro's room.

Hearing the knock on the door, Jiro Fujiwara opened the door with a gloomy face and asked, "Inoue, Murata! How come you are so slow!"

Seeing that Fujiwara Jiro's face was very bad today, Inoue and Murata's heart tensed.

The two of them looked at each other and thought, "We have to deal with it carefully today, or we may suffer a big mouth."

Inoue explained: "Senior! When I just answered your call, Murata-kun was in the bathroom, so I wasted time."

Murata also explained docilely: "Yes, Section Chief! I'm a little sick to my stomach today, and I wasted time going to the toilet."

"come in!"

Fujiwara Jiro's face was not very good-looking and let them enter the room.

Inoue and Murata walked into the room reluctantly, feeling very anxious.

Walking into the room, Inoue and Murata stood in front of the guest sofa in a proper manner, with their hands hanging on the sides of their trousers, their heads lowered, and they waited for Fujiwara Jiro to come over.

After Jiro Fujiwara sat down, he swept over Inoue and Murata with a scrutiny.

After being swept by Fujiwara Jiro's gloomy eyes, Inoue and Murata became even more uneasy, and their lowered heads lowered a bit.

"Inoue, Murata, talk about it! What have you two done this week?"

Murata lowered his head and looked at Inoue next to him, meaning you should answer quickly.

Inoue raised his head and said, "Section Chief! This week we hired a group of ruffians near the city hospital. They are professional doctors and registered scalpers near the hospital. They are very familiar with the situation of the city hospital. We asked them to pay attention to the hospital 24 hours a day. From the movement around, we can find out how the research team dealt with the medicinal residues."

"You are doing great!"

Fujiwara Jiro continued to ask, "Have they found anything this week?"

At this time, Inoue said regretfully: "I'm sorry, section chief! Although they have been staring at it for a week, they still haven't found out how the research group dealt with the dregs."

Fujiwara Jiro suddenly stood up, walked in front of Inoue and Murata, slapped both of them twice, and scolded angrily: "You two trash, you stared at it for a week, but you didn't find anything. I just I can't believe it, hundreds of patients in the research group will produce a lot of drug residues every day, and these drug residues will disappear out of thin air."

Inoue and Murata endured the burning pain on their faces, bowed their heads and said, "I'm sorry, section chief! It's our incompetence and our inability to do things well."

Fujiwara Jiro angrily sat back on the sofa and said, "I'll give you two another half a month, and I must find out how the research team handles the dregs."

Inoue and Murata bowed again and said, "Hey! Please rest assured, section principal, we will definitely find a place for the research team to dispose of the medicinal residues within half a month."

The dregs are something that Fujiwara Jiro must get, not only the dregs is their last guarantee, but also a means to check the authenticity of the prescription.

Inoue and Murata walked out of Fujiwara Jiro's room with their heads lowered.

Back in their room, they both covered their faces with their hands and grinned.

After a long time, Murata said angrily: "Inoue-kun, I have already suffered from him. He himself has not obtained the Chinese medicine, why is he so strict with us, this time we must make him look good."

"Okay! Let's go see tomorrow night, how the research team dealt with the dregs."

The next day, at night.

Inoue and Murata quietly walked out of the hotel after confirming that Jiro Fujiwara would not find them again.

As soon as the two walked out of the hotel door, a dry and cold wind came over the surface, causing Inoue and Murata, who were wearing padded clothes, to shiver.

Murata complained, "This damned place, why is it so cold at night."

On the side of the road, Brother Scar and Slim Monkey were sitting on a tricycle, waiting for Inoue and Murata.

See Inoue and Murata wearing very thin.

Brother Scar took out two army green cotton coats from the back seat of the tricycle, walked to Inoue and Murata diligently, and put them on them himself.

"Mr. Inoue, Mr. Murata! I know you two don't know how cold our winter nights are here, so I brought two cotton coats for you two, so it's much warmer to put them on."

Inoue was very friendly and said to Brother Scar with a smile, "Zheng Sang! I've made you worry, thank you so much."

Brother Scar said cheerfully: "Mr. Inoue, Mr. Murata! This is what it should be."

The three walked to the mountain bike, and Brother Scar said to the skinny monkey in the car, "Skinny monkey, help Mr. Inoue and Mr. Murata to get on the bus."

After Inoue and Murata got on the tricycle.

Brother Scar turned his head and said, "Mr. Inoue, Mr. Murata! The motorcycle will be windy after a while, so wrap your cotton coats tightly."

Seeing that Inoue and Murata were wrapping their cotton coats tightly, Brother Scar drove the tricycle to the city hospital.

When they arrived at the back door of the city hospital, there was a man sneaking behind the big tree and kept looking at the back door of the city hospital.

Brother Scar put out the three-wheeled motorcycle and jumped down with the help of Inoue and Murata.

Brother Scar took Inoue and Murata to the back of the sneaky man.

Brother Scar patted the man's head and asked, "Er Lai, has there been any movement at the back door while I've been gone?"

Er Laizi said with a hilarious smile, "Brother Scar, don't worry! I've been staring at you since you left, and not even a dog has walked past this back door."

Inoue interjected at this time: "Zheng Sang, didn't you arrange for the main entrance of the hospital, in case they leave through the front door!"

"Mr. Inoue, don't worry! The brothers I have arranged for the front and rear doors will guard you and will never delay your affairs."

After explaining, Scarface explained to Inoue in detail what he had observed while squatting in the pit in the past few days.

"Mr. Inoue, don't worry! According to our long-term observation, their garbage trucks all come out from the back door, and they are dumped every two days, every time around [-] o'clock in the evening."

After listening to Brother Scar's introduction, Inoue patted Brother Scar's shoulder lightly and praised with great satisfaction: "Zheng Sang, you did a great job."

Before I knew it, it was already eleven o'clock at night.

The back door of the city hospital slowly opened, and a Dongfeng Xiaobawang opened the back door.

Brother Scar pointed to the car and said in a low voice, "Mr. Inoue, this is the car that transports garbage every time. Look at the back of the car, the Chinese medicine is still dripping down."

Seeing the car coming out, Inoue and Murata also became excited.

After seeing the car drive a distance, Inoue and Murata walked to the back door of the hospital as quickly as possible.

Murata squatted down, dipped his hands on the Chinese medicinal liquid on the ground, and put it on his nose to sniff.

"Inoue-kun! It's Kampo medicinal liquid, this is definitely the car that the research team dumped the dregs of."

Inoue hurriedly called Brother Scar and asked, "Do you know where the car is going to dump the garbage?"

Brother Scar patted his chest and assured: "Mr. Inoue, of course I know where they dump the garbage."

Inoue patted Brother Scar on the shoulder and said, "Zheng Sang, please take us there."

Brother Scar rode a motorcycle tricycle, carrying Inoue and Murata to the waste treatment plant in the northern suburbs.

When they arrived at the waste treatment plant in the northern suburbs, Brother Scar took Inoue and Murata to hide behind a big tree, and happened to see two people, watching the staff of the waste treatment plant scrap and destroy the garbage on the car.

Brother Scar pointed at the two people and said, "Mr. Inoue, Mr. Murata! The people in the hospital are very strict. I think it is very difficult for you to get this garbage."

Inoue patted Brother Scar's shoulder meaningfully and said, "Zheng Sang, I believe you must have a way to get what we want. Don't worry, as long as you help us get what we want, I'll give it to you. You add twenty thousand."

This is what Brother Scar is waiting for, otherwise, Brother Scar will spend so much effort tonight to bring Inoue and Murata to the suburbs next to the cold winter night in Prairie City.

Brother Scar said with embarrassment: "Mr. Inoue, we can't handle this matter. After all, the guards in the hospital are too strict, and we are also very embarrassed."

Inoue naturally knew what Brother Scar meant, and stretched out three fingers and said, "After the matter is completed, I will give you another 5. A total of [-] yuan is already quite a lot."

Brother Scar still pretended to be embarrassed and said: "Mr. Inoue, we have so many brothers that we can't share the 5 yuan, why don't you add another 1, and let's make up [-], which also means that this time we have [-] yuan. Liu Dashun, please ask for a good omen, don’t you think so? You are an islander and a rich man. In your eyes, [-] yuan is nothing. Ten thousand."

Saying that, Brother Scar looked at Inoue with a smile on his face.

Inoue pretended to ponder for a while, and finally stretched out four fingers, nodded and agreed: "Okay, after the matter is completed, I will give you another 4 yuan."

"Thank you, Mr. Inoue! Thank you, Mr. Murata!"

Brother Scar smiled and kept bowing to thank him.

(End of this chapter)