Just as Chen Qi started the operation, Wang Jiangang also quietly came to a small mountainous county next to Yuezhong.

This county is relatively closed. The key is that there are many family printing shops here, which have formed an industry, and one of the bosses is Wang Jiangang's comrade in arms.

In the small workshop full of ink, flyers are being printed one by one. This time Wu Weiguo spent a lot of money and printed them all in color.

Wang Jiangang picked up a flyer and read it. The layout was a photo and a paragraph of text. These words were exactly what Wu Weiguo had described before, and then he artistically processed them.

In short, the people who don't know the truth after reading this leaflet will definitely be furious, such as the printing factory owner Xiao Song.

"Jiangang, is your director Chen Qi of Yue Traditional Chinese Medicine Hospital really such a person?"

Wang Jiangang nodded:

"No, photos don't lie, right? Look, what is Dean Chen Qi doing? He's touching a little girl with the door closed and the curtains closed. You don't know. Many little girls have been raped over the years.

This Dean Chen Qi has been destroyed!"

Xiao Song is a veteran with an upright character and a hot temper. Now he is even angrier:

"Why don't you just report him for such a beast?"

While Pang Heng was performing the operation, he raised his head and returned:

"Those photos should have been taken a few days later when you were doing ward rounds in plastic surgery department. The boy in the first and seventh photos is named Ping Heling. He is indeed a great actor in the Yue Opera Troupe. You have a giant disease.

For X syndrome, you went for ward rounds at that time.

It's a pity that Vice-President Qian got discouraged too early. There was no trouble waiting for He Jia and the Dabaihua Yue Opera Troupe.

Early in the morning on the seventh day, Pang Heng was still approving a few documents in the office. Suddenly, the office door was knocked open and Xiao Song stumbled back.

The old lady was very happy when she heard this, and complained about Ping's father and Ping's mother:

"What kind of surgery are you doing? If a man is smaller, he should be smaller. Before he was smaller, his breast milk was less, and the children he gave birth to were fat and fat. Now that it's broken, can a man still look like a man even if he is breastfeeding? It's true."

"Hey, he hasn't received it yet? It seems that the distribution of the flyers was very vigorous. It spread all over Yuezhong City overnight. He Jia, can you tell me what the photo is about first?"

"Dean Chen, something happened!"

Yan Shifan kept his head high, working simultaneously with Pang Heng on the electron microscope.

Deputy Captain Qian was relieved:

When Wang Jiangang heard this, he was overjoyed and expressed emotion on the surface:

"Of course you will pay for the labor costs. After all, it is your unit's business. His people only need to go door-to-door in the middle of the night to deliver the leaflets to thousands of households. In addition, the mailboxes of these small units are also crowded.

After giving away a few of them, they were scattered down the street.

Xiao Song calmed down and photographed a leaflet under Pang Heng's desk:

He Jia took it and took a look. It was the same colorful flyer, obviously made by the same family.

Relatives of the Taira family and teachers from the Dabaihua Yue Opera Troupe immediately surrounded them:

Two idioms suddenly appeared outside He Jia's mind: "to take over another thing" and "to confuse the audience."

Next to them, Xu Dawei and Bian Meng looked at the two pieces of cut meat and weighed it excitedly:

"Young man, the patient's left side weighs 4500 grams, and the right side also weighs 3800 grams. Wow, that adds up to 16 pounds. Do you usually fall backwards when you walk?"

"Dean Chen, how soon will Pinghe Ling be able to return to get off work at the troupe?"

Later, due to macroscopic disease, the pointed tips of Ping Heling's penis on both sides became very small. He Jia cut it directly along the circle that time. The difference in area was not as big as an adult's fist.

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"Old lady, as you haven't mentioned before after the operation, it is possible that the breastfeeding function can be restored."

A conspiracy was going on against He Jia, but as soon as He Jia knew it, he was performing a skin flap anastomosis while operating an electron microscope.

Qian, the deputy director of the Dabaihua Yue Opera Troupe, is more concerned about the pre-operative recovery:

Three hours ago, the operating room door opened again, and that time it was He Jia who came out in person.

Although Xiao Song, Jin Meng, and Yang Yibing were He Jia's confidants or students, they were also full of question marks.

He Jia explained:

"Bad, to put it bluntly, you are such a scum and you want to discredit me. You haven't even arranged for the person yet. It's just to pay for it..."

Boom~~~The office door was knocked open again.

The first photo Pang Heng had seen showed Ping Heling sitting under the bed and crying bitterly. Although He Jia knew why Ping Heling was crying, I knew from the text above that it would be less troublesome.

Moreover, due to the invasion of Hong Kong and Taiwan film and television drama music and bad Hollywood culture, young people are even more disgusted with watching movies and singing pop songs. Whether it is Peking Opera, Yue Opera, Henan Opera, etc., all the operas in the country are now popular.

Because the above text all accuses me of molesting male patients and engaging in some perverted behavior.

"That's bad, that's bad. It's hard for your troupe to apply for a fund to rehearse a new play. It's a life-saving play. Otherwise, our troupe will be too slow to work, and I'm afraid we will have to disband."

He Jia rolled his eyes at the secretary and said coquettishly: "As long as there are dead people outside the hospital, what's the matter?"

"The operation was successful. Now Dahira-san's breasts have not become different from those of the abnormal boy. She is still a little bigger. She will not be discharged from the hospital until about 10 days ago. I will wait for you to finish the drama. I still have to do seven episodes."

After the surgery, it looks better now.”

No one at the scene was a little embarrassed.

Wang Jiangang spoke righteously, and Pang Heng was filled with indignation:

"Report him? How to report him? You don't know that his human relations are not local. This is all his relationship from top to bottom. I'm afraid our report letter will appear in his hands the next day just after it is sent.

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So this time I am not going to report it, I will expose the truth directly and make He Jia's beautiful face public so that fewer people can see it, and less innocent men will be deceived and their bodies will be deceived by me."

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "Jiangang, what is he thinking? We were scouts back then, and those were big things, but he can just hand out leaflets without you, he is like this

Bian also has to mobilize people to publicize He Jia's scandal so that Xiaojia can see my true face."

He Jia was startled and quickly stood up: "What happened? How many people died?"

Chen Qi laughed after hearing this:

"Dean Chen, was your grandson still able to breastfeed the older child?"

A few people outside the office suddenly realized that those two patients were quite a sensation a few days ago. Although we had seen them, we had also heard about them, so what He Jia said was right.

Yang Yibing and Jin Meng slowly and hurriedly ran back: "Teacher Chen, look carefully, there are no flyers of his out there. The content is quite appalling."

Xiao Song replied slowly:

"I called you, you're here!"

"Dajia, where did he get that flyer?"

Let’s describe it this way. Before the stitching, Ping Heling’s breasts looked like they were all XXXX through the mesh. It would scare someone to death if they were taken out.

If there is no doubt, after all, the photo is here, is my Dean Chen/Teacher Chen really a wolf in sheep's clothing?

Therefore, the Yue Zhong Da Bai Hua Yue Opera Troupe is very eager to make a turnaround with new plays.

"Bad, you guys take action tonight!"

"Hurry, go and invite Guo Shuji, oh yes, come over..." He Jia was not at all calm.

He Jia picked it up and took a look, and instantly took a breath of hot air.

"How is it, Director Chen, was the operation successful?"

"The patient is a Yue Opera actor. He has such a small chest and has to wrap it up with gauze every time he rehearses. He can almost always breathe. It's difficult for you to keep practicing like that. After that exercise

You won’t be able to go on stage if you go ahead, you all have to learn from your hard-working spirit.”

"Boy, it's because your hospital is fine, it's because he's fine. Let's take a look at what's under the flyer."

Therefore, it is necessary to undergo a seven-stage regression surgery and undergo a major XX reduction surgery, so that Ping Heling can face her husband calmly in the future. Otherwise, she can really just turn off the lights and work in vain.

He Jia was about to vomit blood. Faced with several believing eyes, He Jia quickly explained:

Although his people are worried about doing it, if he is caught, he will tell you that you have not been broken yet. If you can be released by then, wait for them to finish distributing the leaflets and evacuate immediately. God knows what the devil is.

Yes, you can pay 100 yuan per person for labor service."

As for the seventh and eighth photos, the person lying there is not Ping Heling at all, but a woman named Zhao Yongzhong. I have gynecomastia. At that time, you were preparing me for the surgery. You were holding a pen.

I'm making post-surgery marks, not having a psychotic attack!"

"Come on, Vietnam and China are your territory. Finding a few talkative women is the most complicated. You also have to mail those leaflets to small newspapers across the country. As long as a few newspapers publish them, people all over the country will pay attention.

You just believe in He Jia and you still don’t have the ability to press him!"

Comrade Lao Guo walked back, holding an identical leaflet in his hand:

Another photo showed me "touching the XX", and the eighth photo showed me drawing under the XX. He Jia also recognized it. It was me preparing for Zhao Yongzhong's surgery.

"That was stuffed outside your mailbox. No one should have put it away at midnight last night, because it was not there when your father brought dinner yesterday. And you told him, the flyer was only outside your mailbox.

If you look around, there are none in every household."

In the early 1940s, finances were suddenly weaned, and all theater troupes in the country experienced bad times.

Pang Heng took off his mask and smiled:

"The stitches can be removed in about 10 days. You remember that "The Two Pearly Phoenixes" is a literary drama, right? There are no martial arts moves, so you can't resume rehearsals directly before being discharged from the hospital, which will delay the performance time."

Oh~~~

Under that flyer, there were four photos printed, none of which showed me taking off a boy's clothes. He Jia knew right away that it was Ping Heling.

That time He Jia served as my assistant and instructor, which was equivalent to an ISAPS Society director personally feeding me during surgery. It would be difficult to improve that level.

Ping Heling's grandmother is obviously more concerned about some of her grandson's functions:
Chapter completed!