"Okay, okay, what's okay? Come on, go get checked first. I'll accompany you."

"I'm really fine," Ling Yue was pushed forward. She said backwards, "Sister, I'm really fine. Don't listen to Qian Zilin's nonsense."

Sister Wu didn't care what Ling Yue said. She had to get checked when she came. It was not like she couldn't afford the check-up fee. Besides, even if she didn't have money, the government would reimburse her.

"Whether there's anything wrong or not, go check it out first."

Ling Yue finished the test with a grimace on her face. Two hours had passed when the results came out. Ling Yue looked at the normal indicators and said softly, "Big sister, look, there's really nothing wrong."

Sister Wu didn't know the specific reason, and when she saw the result, she thought it was a misdiagnosis by Doctor Liu.

But before the test results came out, Smiling Tiger gave the doctor the reports of the first two times.

"It's not that everything's fine," the doctor sitting at the table said with a serious expression as he looked at the three reports in front of him. He frowned and said, "There are some abnormalities in your reports. I suggest you be hospitalized for observation."

When Sister Wu heard this, her heart suddenly lifted. "Doctor, is there really a problem? What is it? Is it easy to treat?"

The doctor shook his head: "Let's observe for a while, Lingyue, right? Go and get admitted first. I'll talk to your sister Wu."

Ling Yue was stunned and asked, "I'm the person involved, so I can't listen?"

The doctor glanced at Sister Wu and saw her nod. Then he said, "I compared your three reports. The values ​​on them haven't changed at all. Normally, the values ​​will fluctuate slightly due to internal or external influences, but your report..."

"No fluctuations?" Ling Yue frowned. Even dead people would have fluctuations, and the time of death could be detected based on these fluctuations. However, she did not have any fluctuations, which was not common sense.

'Number Seven, is this body in a vacuum state?'

[Maker, 007 woke up at the same time as you. This has never been tested before, so 007 doesn't know.]

Sister Wu didn't care about the statistics; she just wanted to know: "Is it curable?"

The doctor sighed, "Hey, Comrade Wu Ying, we've known each other for half our lives. I'll be honest with you, I've never seen Comrade Ling Yue in a condition like this before."

Never seen = can't be cured =......

For a moment, Sister Wu's mind was working rapidly.

While she was still stunned, Ling Yue took a deep breath and said, "It's okay. I'm fine now, and this is a good thing."

"Good news?" Sister Wu looked at Ling Yue and murmured.

"Yes, biologically speaking, a living body is made up of living cells, blood circulation, and the thoughts generated by the brain's reflex arcs. Now my cells are normal, my blood is normal, and I can still think. Isn't that a good thing?"

Ling Yue glanced at the doctor and continued, "I'm glad for that. If that were the case, I'd stay 19 forever. When I'm old, I'd still be the same as I am now, and everyone would envy me to death."

Sister Wu didn't know much about medicine, but she listened to the doctor. After hearing this, she asked the doctor, "Is this bad for my health?"

"This..." The doctor glanced at Ling Yue, who was looking threatening and asking for help. "Sorry, I haven't seen it before, and I'm not very clear about it. I'll look up some information when I get back."

He couldn't deceive the patient's family, but he really didn't know.

Ling Yue heaved a sigh of relief when she heard this. It was better to not be able to explain it clearly than to say that she was terminally ill.

Ling Yue took Sister Wu's arm and acted coquettishly for the first time: "Sister, I'm from the research institute. Academics are interconnected. Don't you know my professional ability? Don't worry, I said it will be fine and it will be fine."

Sister Wu patted Ling Yue's arm and said, "Everyone has their own expertise. Be good and listen to the doctor. We'll stay in the hospital for observation first."

Ling Yue: ...a thunderbolt! That's all!

Watching Wang Zhijun go out to check in, Ling Yue thought for a moment. In the short term, the destroyer had not yet reached the assembly process, and nothing should go wrong in Fujian. This period of time was just enough time for her to calm down and design the protective suit.

Thinking of this, Ling Yue didn't stop it.

After entering the ward and staying there for half an hour, she knew she was wrong and could not calm down at all.

During this period, various directors, doctors, and nurses who came in and out of the hospital suddenly regarded her as a weirdo.

After all, they have never seen anyone whose physical indicators remain unchanged.

As night fell, there was another sound of hurried footsteps outside the door.

The door clicked open. Ling Yue closed her eyes and held back her curse words: "I've already told you, I'm not feeling unwell."

Xiangzhong stood at the door and saw Lingyue sitting at the small table with her back to the door. He smiled and said, "Seeing you look so full of energy, I know you are fine."

Ling Yue turned around when she heard the voice: "Xiang...Why is Uncle Zhou here?"

She was just about to call him Comrade Xiangzhong as usual, but thinking about their last conversation, Ling Yue changed her address, otherwise these people would really think she was just here for no reason.

Xiangzhong raised his eyebrows. This name is not simple.

"Want to be discharged?"

Ling Yue opened her mouth, but before she could utter the word 'yes', she heard Xiangzhong say, "That's impossible."

As soon as the words fell, Ling Yue's open mouth immediately closed and turned down.

"I'm really fine, there's no need to make such a fuss."

"I know you're fine, but we have to be prepared for any eventuality," Xiangzhong said, sitting by the bed. "I asked your attending physician about this when I first came here. If they can't find the cause, it means there's a bomb inside you. If anything goes wrong, it'll explode."

"Comrade Lingyue, I hope you can cherish life, not only other people's, but also your own."

Ling Yue sighed, knowing that he was going to lecture her, but she had no way to refute him.

After thinking for a while, he handed the semi-finished plan for the protective suit to Xiangzhong:

"Take a look at this first."

Even though it is not finished yet, it is written very clearly and does not affect the viewing experience.

Xiangzhong did not delay. What Lingyue gave him were usually very important things. He looked at them on the spot. The more he looked, the more urgent it seemed to him. Every one of those people in Xinjiang was a treasure.

Xiangzhong put the documents away and said solemnly, "I'll take care of this matter."

Ling Yue's eyes lit up. Couldn't she, the initiator, take action?

"Then Uncle Zhou..."

Xiangzhong immediately said, "Don't even think about it."

After saying that, he turned around and walked out, not giving Ling Yue a chance to speak.

He still didn't know what Ling Yue was thinking. Handing over the things meant she had something else to do.

He still didn't believe that this matter could be handed over to someone else. Could it be completed without Ling Yue's supervision?

After leaving, Xiangzhong specifically instructed: "Keep an eye on Lingyue. Besides paying attention to her physical condition, also make sure no one escapes."

"yes!"