Director Xiang didn't expect that what the other party said would not take long would happen so quickly.

Just half a month later, he was called to a laboratory again.

He was lying in the nutrient tank and personally entered the second world that Mr. Dai mentioned.

After a while, Dai Baoquan appeared beside him.

"This is the second world. As long as your brain is not dead, you can live here forever."

“All the buildings, food, and scenery here are made up of strings of code and data.”

"By conducting experiments here, we can adjust the flow of time and get results faster."

Dai Baoquan brought Director Xiang to an underground world full of science fiction.

"This is the laboratory we set up in the Second World. The research on laser weapons will be moved here in a few days."

Dai Baoquan took Director Xiang to visit one place after another, and Director Xiang suddenly felt as if he had arrived in the future.

When Dai Baoquan woke up from the nutrition cabin again, he was excited.

Finally, An Changyou’s problem was solved.

According to Mr. Dai, any research takes time, and the thing that is least lacking in the second world of holographic projection is time!

As long as we focus on curing An Changyou's illness, even if Mr. Du's prescription is ineffective, we will surely be able to cure cancer in the second world!

"Great! With this second world, it won't be long before China will usher in a technological explosion!"

Dai Baoquan and several scientific researchers all looked full of anticipation.

…

Special matters are handled specially, when many national leaders do not yet have the right to know about it.

Director Xiang brought Du Ruo to the second world.

There is a medical laboratory here that was edited specifically for him.

The director introduced the specific situation of the second world to Mr. Du.

Issues with time, materials, and experimental subjects.

There is no shortage of anything for conducting experiments here, and even the most rare experimental subjects are strings of codes.

“I didn’t expect there was such a magical place.”

"If it's really like you said, I can give it a try."

An Changyou's physical condition was updated daily and synchronized to the Second World. The Second World's environment, architecture, and various details were also constantly expanding.

Their ability to master holographic projection and create a nutrition cabin so quickly was inseparable from An Jingzhi's deliberate help.

An Changyou's life has entered the countdown, with only half a month left.

If a treatment method cannot be found within half a month, An Jingzhi's mission will be declared a failure.

"Grandpa, how are you feeling today?"

An Changyou looked content with his fate and no longer feared death.

"It's still the same as before. Otherwise, Grandpa should go home. He can't be saved lying in this hospital anyway, and it's a waste of medicine."

"Grandpa, what are you talking about?"

"Okay, okay, why are you still angry? Grandpa is already this old. Even if it weren't for the cancer, he wouldn't live many more years."

It’s a pity that I will only have one grandson in the future.

These people are too slow. After half a month, they still haven't come up with a prescription.

If it really doesn't work, you will have to do it yourself in the end.

"Grandpa, let's not talk about this. Didn't you tell me before that you wanted to go see how our private restaurant is doing?"

"I've also rented the place next door. Business is booming, and I'm afraid I'll have to open a branch soon."

"Shall I take you out for a look today?"

An Changyou had said several times that he wanted to go to the private restaurant to take a look, but was rejected by An Jingzhi every time. Today, he was happy to get An Jingzhi's consent.

"Okay, okay, I'm tired of staying in this hospital."

"This military hospital is no different from an ordinary hospital. It smells like disinfectant, and Grandpa doesn't like it."

An Jingzhi's unique way of opening a restaurant was known and valued by the country, and An Changyou was also an insider.

After staying with An Changyou in the hospital for a night, the next day, he dressed An Changyou. An Jingzhi made a phone call, and Ma Jiquan immediately sent two medical staff to follow the two of them to deal with emergencies at any time.

"Grandpa, look," An Jingzhi supported An Changyou as he toured the entire private restaurant.

"I've renovated them all. We have so many customers coming to An's Private Kitchen every day that even after the next door expanded, it couldn't accommodate them all."

With the support of An Jingzhi, An Changyou looked at the tables full of guests, feeling filled with emotion.

"Old An?"

There was a table of guests who seemed to be an old acquaintance of An Changyou. They greeted An Changyou after seeing him.

"Old An, why did you get discharged from the hospital? How are you feeling?"

Seeing that An Changyou seemed to want to talk to his old friend, An Jingzhi found a stool and placed it in front of the table.

"It's still the same," An Changyou said happily to some old friends after he got off the bed.

"I'm old enough to have let things go. Thank you for taking care of my grandson's business."

"What are you talking about taking care of me, Old An? You don't know yet, but your An's Private Kitchen is famous throughout our city. The queues are long every day, and many big stars come to eat here!"

"If Xiao An hadn't taken care of us, we wouldn't have been able to get a seat."

After talking to his old friend for a few words, An Changyou walked to the gate of An's Private Kitchen again. With tears in his eyes, he looked at the plaque and the endless long queue.

"I never thought that An's private dishes became famous in your hands." It's just that this method is a bit biased.

After seeing the situation of An's private kitchen and knowing that his grandson was valued by the country, An Changyou felt completely relieved.

The kitchen of the private restaurant has now been sealed, and there is no chef inside, only a national staff member who is responsible for the nutrient solution.

The two returned home together.

"It's still more comfortable at home." An Changyou sighed while sitting on the sofa.

"Jingzhi, after grandpa passes away, you should close your private restaurant." Before An Jingzhi could say anything, An Changyou continued:

"Grandpa knows you don't like cooking, so he asked you to take over the private cooking temporarily. You can even come up with this method."

“But it’s ultimately opportunistic.”

"Since the country values ​​your ability, after Grandpa leaves, you must work hard for the country."

"Grandpa came from a difficult time. Without the country, you wouldn't be here today."

"Grandpa knows how difficult the country is. It's not easy to get to where we are today. Grandpa doesn't have the ability to make any contribution to the country, but I have done my best to raise you."

"Your skills shouldn't be put in the restaurant."

An Changyou spoke one sentence after another, as if these were his last words.

"Grandpa, you will be fine." An Jingzhi could feel the old man's genuine concern for him.

"Silly child, everyone will experience birth, old age, sickness and death." An Changyou touched An Jingzhi's head.