"Ding, system mission, rescue the master translator Qian Bohan."

Ye Jiaying was stunned for a moment, walked to an empty corner, and opened the system page.

Ye Jiaying was very familiar with the name Qian Bohan, who was a very famous and talented translator in the translation industry in the 1980s.

Her father liked him very much, and there were many foreign literary works translated by Qian Lao at home.

Ye Jiaying knew that he was known as the most beautiful translator. The articles he translated were precise and beautiful in wording, and his knowledge base was strong.

But his life is really sad.

When Qian was young, his family was well-off. He was the youngest son in the family. He was sent abroad by his parents during the chaotic times and only returned after the founding of the People's Republic of China.

When he came back, he found that his parents had passed away long ago and his brothers had left their hometown and disappeared.

At that time, the situation was tense and he could not look for his relatives in a high-profile manner. He had to settle down in the country and start working in literature.

A year or two later, he married a poor woman with similar financial status to him.

After a few years of peaceful life, he was paraded through the streets every few days because of his bad background. Later, he was sent to a remote farm, where he lived in great poverty and suffered physical injuries during those years.

His wife and children died of illness one after another due to the difficult environment in those years.

Later, the college entrance examination was resumed and the intellectuals returned to the city. Mr. Qian also returned to the city and continued his translation work.

There were three people in the family when they went to the countryside, but he was the only one left when they returned to the city.

After returning to the city, translation work became his only spiritual support.

However, his health was so poor that he eventually died in the late 1980s.

He was only in his fifties when he died.

During the last few years of his illness, Mr. Qian continued to do translation work. Although his illness slowed down his work speed, he still completed a work.

His students published the book he translated on his sickbed. The book was later sought after by many literature lovers and reprinted many times.

He is a very admirable master.

Her father liked Mr. Qian and often told her stories about him.

Ye Jiaying opened the system interface, wanting to see if this Qian Bohan was the old Qian her father liked and admired.

The photo displayed on the system page was of the old man that her father often showed him.

Her mood was very complicated.

She missed her dad again.

She didn't bother to look for Ye Xiaogu and clicked on the start task on the system.

Mr. Ye is currently in this hospital.

The system said that he had found some things wrong at this time, but Mr. Qian didn't pay much attention to it and was discharged from the hospital as soon as he felt better.

This time was an important turning point in his death a few years later.

She clicked on the system navigation and walked towards Mr. Qian's ward.

Mr. Qian’s ward is in another building, the inpatient building.

The hospital is not so strict now, so Ye Jiaying got in easily.

She walked to the door of Mr. Qian's ward and saw him at a glance. He had an IV in one hand and was writing or drawing with the other, with manuscript paper covering the bed.

There were several other patients and their families in the same ward. A mother and son were arguing, and other patients were trying to mediate. It was really chaotic.

But it seemed as if there was a soundproof net installed around Mr. Qian. He lowered his head and focused on his manuscript, working seriously.

Soon a young nurse came running in and scolded the mother and son, and they reluctantly stopped arguing.

The middle-aged man, the son in the quarreling mother and son, felt very humiliated after being scolded by the young nurse. He turned around, said nothing, and walked out the door angrily.

Because he was moving too fast and making too many big movements, several pages of the manuscript fell to the ground when he passed by the end of Mr. Qian's bed.

This noise did not alarm Mr. Qian, who continued to concentrate on the manuscript in his hand.

The man's big feet were about to step on the manuscript that had fallen to the ground.

Ye Jiaying walked in quickly and warned, "Watch your step."

The middle-aged man turned a deaf ear, stepped on the manuscript and walked out.

Ye Jiaying watched helplessly as a dirty footprint appeared on the manuscript paper filled with words.

She squatted down to pick it up, reached out to wipe it off, but it wouldn't come off at all.

She felt a little depressed.

Later, Qian's original handwritten manuscript was put up for auction, and it was really hard to find one.

This man is so rude.

The man's back had long disappeared outside the ward, and Ye Jiaying really wanted him to be stepped on a few times.

She carefully put Mr. Qian's manuscript back on the hospital bed.

He also put away the few that were about to sag because of the men.

She planned to ask the doctor what was wrong with Mr. Qian and have him get checked as soon as possible.

Some diseases can be cured if they are discovered and treated early, but if they are delayed, they can become fatal diseases.

Just as she turned to leave, her eyes inadvertently fell on Mr. Ye's hand which was receiving an IV.

The IV bottle was empty and the needle in his hand was bleeding, and he didn't know how long this had been going on.

She quickly ran out and called the nurse.

The nurse came and removed the needle from Mr. Qian and said a few words to him.

Ye Jiaying heard from the young nurse that this was not the first time that Mr. Qian had received blood recovery through intravenous infusion.

Mr. Qian is often too busy with his work to care about the infusion situation.

The young nurse said that if he continued like this his hands would be too swollen to give him an IV. Mr. Qian smiled good-naturedly and told him to be more careful next time.

The young nurse had no choice but to go out mumbling.

She muttered this every time.

Ye Jiaying looked at Mr. Qian worriedly, wondering why he was so careless.

When Mr. Qian saw the young nurse leave, he was about to continue working, and then he saw a young girl looking at him with concern on her face.

The little girl has thick eyebrows and big eyes, and looks very kind.

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