Physician’s Odyssey

After Miudi arrived in Tshwane from Yanjing, he rushed to the residence of his boss Huntelaar non-stop.

Huntelaar had just attended a conference call and looked a little haggard. He met Miu Di in the office, "You disappointed me very much. This trip did not accomplish anything in Yanjing."

Huntelaar is a man of emotion and anger. Even if he is swearing, his face has not changed. Miudy has worked under Huntelaar for many years, and he knows that the boss's mood is very bad at this time.

Miu Di knelt down and said in a crying voice: "I originally arranged it, but I didn't expect an error to occur."

Huntelaar said solemnly: "Martier appeared in the public eye today. His appearance does not seem to have any problems. This will shake the forces that are already close to me. You must act quickly. If Martial is sickened Cure, it will not help my plan."

Miudi nodded quickly and promised: "Mattier’s disease has been treated for a long time, and many foreign experts have been hired, but no solution has been found. I have arranged for someone to contact the experts who have treated Martyr. Very weird, there is no cure. The Huaxia doctor named Su Tao is very young and is a Chinese medicine doctor. Although the data shows that he has done many miracles, I think those honors contain moisture. I believe it will be the same this time, Martial In the end, he can only admit his fate."

Huntelaar stood up and paced back and forth in the office, and commanded in a deep voice: "In this way, you immediately find some people and get rid of the doctor named Su Tao. Do you know what to do. Find a professional. Be clean and don’t begrudge your money. Now it’s the most critical moment of our desperate fight with Martial, and you can’t take it lightly."

Miudi frowned and asked hesitantly: "He is now a member of the visiting delegation. If something goes wrong, will it cause diplomatic conflicts and international disputes?"

Waved his hand impatiently, Huntelaar said displeasedly: "As long as the means are clean and we have nothing to do with us, as for whether it will cause international disputes, what does it have to do with us?"

Huntelaar is different from Martial. His international friends are all from Western countries. If the relationship between South Africa and China becomes bad, his Western friends will be very happy.

"Okay, I'll do it now." Miu Di nodded respectfully.

"Well, you have worked hard during this time. However, the hard work is worth it. When I take control of this country, you will be the number one hero." Huntelaar said calmly.

After interviewing Miu Di, Huntelaar came to the restaurant. A graceful black lady was sitting on a chair, wearing an expensive ring shawl, "Come and enjoy the food."

"Sorry, suddenly something needs to be dealt with." The servant behind him pulled the chair away, and Huntelaar sat on the chair, staring at the woman opposite, and praised, "Didina, you are so beautiful today."

"You are a little abnormal today. I am not a three-year-old. Our son is already twenty." The black lady smiled.

She knew that her marriage with her husband was originally a political cooperation. If Huntelaar didn't think she had royal blood, how could she be so polite to herself?

Huntelaar's attitude towards him was polite on the surface, but in fact it was just a disguise.As for his own calmness and elegance, it is nothing but a mere appearance.

"By the way, when will Shalit come back?" Huntelaar quickly changed the subject, picked up the red wine glass, and took a sip.

"It should be almost here, I'll call to ask." Di Dina took out the phone, and rushed into the restaurant.

"Sorry, father and mother, I was a few minutes late. After class, I wasted some time discussing a problem with my classmates." The young man was wearing jeans and a leather jacket, and he secretly vomited the gum from his mouth with a smile on his face. .

When the youth cast their eyes on Huntelaar, there was an instinctive fear.He originally thought that his father was not at home today as usual, so he had a party with a few friends and received news from Didina. It had been a long time, so he rushed back in a hurry, so that his clothes were not changed.

He knew that his father hated his street dress the most, he looked like a commoner.

Huntelaar glanced at the boy’s clothes dissatisfiedly, frowned and said with his wife: “I asked Shalit’s tutor yesterday, Shalit’s recent homework is very bad, she often plays truant, and even secretly talks with people who are inconsistent. Fight."

Seeing his father blaming him, Shalit's complexion became ugly. He stood by the table, did not dare to sit down, and looked at his mother for help.

"Shalit is still a child and should be given him enough freedom. You want to tie his hands and feet, so that will only make him bound." Didina said softly, "There is no need to keep his spirit so tight all the time."

Huntelaar waved his hand displeasedly, and said angrily: "Didina, you should know who I'm working for now that everything I'm fighting for. Shalit has the noble royal blood flowing through him. He is destined The man who became the king. How can you make him a qualified king now that you are educating him so loosely?"

Di Dina suddenly said angrily: "Become a king? That's not Shalit's idea, nor my wish, but your ambition, right?"

Huntelaar threw the wine glass to the ground and said coldly: "From today on, Shalit will be banned, and you, don't go out for nothing important."

After speaking, Huntelaar turned to leave the restaurant and walked towards the stairs.

Didina glanced at Shalit with guilt, and saw her son lowered his head and said nothing, "I'm sorry, dear Shalit."

Shalit glanced angrily at Huntelaar’s leaving back, "What's wrong with you? Why do you always apologize? I was the one who was wrong, he was the one who was wrong, it was definitely not you."

Di Dina said bitterly: "Because I love you. I want you to live an ordinary life, but there is nothing I can do."

Seeing Di Di Na's pain, Shalit flashed anger in her eyes, walked to Di Di Na, hugged her body, and whispered: "Mom, I have grown up, I should protect you. One day, I will take you out of this golden birdcage and breathe the air freely." Shalit leaned to his mother's ear and said emotionally.

Di Dina's eyes filled with tears, and the corners of her mouth showed a relief smile, "Son, I believe you."

"Let's start eating, oh, today you specially prepared Brady for me. I think I can eat so much by myself." Shalit sat down and ate happily.

South Africa's Brady is similar to the Northeast stew. The stewed ingredients are also rich and varied. The fresh and tender lamb plus the flowering plants that grow only in winter from South Africa, and the secret spices are very popular.

The delicacy on the tip of the tongue can make the mother and child temporarily forget their plight and depression.

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After the poor Miudi left the mansion, he started to be busy again. He was very angry at the moment. He hated Nicholas who had turned against him, he hated the visitors from China, and Huntelaar, the harsh boss. .

But now he can only obediently execute Huntelaar's orders, and try to get rid of the Chinese medicine doctor.Miudy now retreats behind the scenes to help Huntelaar deal with some hidden things. Before that, he was not only a well-known lawyer, but also had many ways to kill people.

He grew up in the chaotic Hillbro Old Street, which is a paradise for illegal immigrants from Nigeria, Zimbabwe, Kenya, etc. At the peak of the Hill tribe neighborhood, there were 20 murders a day, but there was only one local. People are arrested, South African police have to form a team before they dare to enter this neighborhood.

Miudi must call a few old friends and let them rush to Tshwane from Hillbro Old Street in Johannesburg. Compared with the so-called mercenaries, these desperadoes killed in the market are easier Control, after things are over, it is easy to lurch and hide clues.

Half a day later, a few black men in suits came to an inconspicuous bar. Miu Di had been waiting for a long time and beckoned to them.These black people often solve some troubles for decent people. Huntelaar is able to make a fortune and has something to do with them. When you encounter wrong politicians, you can ask them to assassinate them. The cost is not high, but the effect is very good. it is good.

These black people are very familiar with these things, and there is no difficulty at all.

"The hotel map, plastic gloves, silent *pistol, the car that carried the corpse, and the chemicals to clean the blood are all ready." Miudi said in a low voice, "You have to perform the task tonight."

"So urgent?" Negroes are very idle, dislike this very urgent task.

Miu Di smiled slightly, took out an aluminum suitcase from his feet, opened the lock, and pushed it down in front of the other party, "This is only the first payment, all in US dollars. After you complete the task, there is another final payment."

The headed black man did not expect to receive so much commission this time, his eyes were greedy, "No problem, we will work at night."

Sure enough, as I expected, as long as you give enough money, these old friends have no reason not to obey their arrangements. Miu Di reminded: "This time the target is a member of the China Visiting Group. He has professional bodyguards around him, so you have to do everything. Very cautious."

The black man was a little surprised and said: "No wonder that so many commissions were given, it turned out to be against the Huaxia people." In South Africa, the Huaxia people are an immovable group, not only united, but also closely protected by the government.

"Why? Are you scared?" Miudi deliberately used aggressive methods. These old friends have enough courage, but their IQ and EQ are not enough.

"Fear?" The black man grinned, showing his white teeth. "You know that Old Hillbro is a hell on earth. People who walk out from there never know what fear is, because we are fighting death every day."