Chapter 96 If you have the ability, you can get a national treasure and ask him to repair it
On Sunday afternoon, the last set of data was added. Qin Tian lay down in the chair, almost wanting to fall asleep, but she couldn't. She hadn't visited Qin Yunjie since returning from Niya.
Tang Zhixu has also been working overtime these two days, sorting and organizing the calligraphy of Chunhua Ge Tie, asking people from the photography department to take pictures, responding to inquiries from various well-informed people, and making preparations for the official announcement.
Although he and Qin Tian were both in the museum, they really didn't have time to meet, not even to have lunch together, and they just had a few bites each. Finally, Sunday afternoon came, and he wanted to have dinner together, but she said she had to go to the hospital to see Qin Yunjie.
"What are you going to do? Have you finished your work?" Qin Tian asked.
How could he possibly finish the work? Even if he were given another week, he wouldn't be able to finish it. But she was more important than work.
"What about you? Did you handle the Nanbo incident?"
"I guess so."
This was good news; her sleep and sleep schedule would return to normal. Perhaps he could ask her out next weekend. Before leaving for the US, he'd been thinking of taking her to Disneyland and confessing his love under the castle's fireworks.
"Then I'll take you there, and we'll have dinner together before I go back to the museum."
"No need. It's a waste of time going back and forth. It's more convenient for me to take a taxi. Go and do your work. I'll have dinner with my dad."
He walked her to the door and got in the car: "Don't go home too late. Send me a message when you get home."
She turned around and smiled, "I'm going to see my dad, not on a business trip."
He smiled back at her. Even after the car had driven quite a distance, she noticed he was still standing there, looking at her. She wondered if it was the changing seasons. It seemed like everyone around her had become a bit more sentimental.
When Qin Tian arrived at the hospital, the nurse asked as soon as she saw her, "Why are you here so late? Director Qian couldn't get through to you on the phone."
Qin Tian panicked and asked hurriedly: "What happened to my dad? I was on a business trip in the desert before, and the signal was not good."
"The old man is fine. Doctor Qian said he wanted to talk to the family about the patient's current condition. He couldn't get through to you on the phone. He's not here today, Sunday, so please make time to come during work hours from Monday to Friday next week."
Qin Tian nervously opened the door of the ward. Qin Yunjie was reading a Go book with reading glasses. When he saw her coming, he put down the book.
"Didn't you say you were busy? Why are you here?"
"How are you?" She put the fruits and cooked food on the small table beside the bed.
"Fine. How about you?"
She sat down in the chair beside the bed.
"I didn't find anything. It's not in Niya. Dad, you've been to Henan to look for it, right? Grandpa is from Henan. He collected these cultural relics when he was seventeen. They couldn't have come from far away. Maybe he brought them back to Henan later."
He looked at her and nodded approvingly. "Not only that, the Han family also has an ancestral house. After liberation, the Han family dug up over 3,000 cultural relics from the fields near the ancestral house and handed them over to the country. Everyone thought there would be Han gilt plates there, but there weren't any. The only thing missing was the Han gilt plates. I've visited the ancestral house in Henan and museums across the country, but I haven't found it."
"I want to go to Henan again." She looked at her father, not asking him, but telling him.
"I think so," he said with a smile.
The door lock clicked and the nurse walked in.
"You're so lucky. Dr. Qian came to the hospital unexpectedly and is in his office. I told him you were there, and he asked you to wait for him."
Qin Tian waited for a while, washed some fruit for Qin Yunjie, and then had dinner together. Just as he was about to throw out the trash, a group of doctors, accompanied by an elderly man in a jacket, came down the hallway. Qin Tian quickly stepped back to make way for them. Doctor Qian had already noticed her and said something to the elderly man. The elderly man looked at her, smiled kindly, and led the way. Four or five doctors followed him into the ward.
"Are you Xiao Qin?" the old man asked.
Qin Tian saw that the old man was most likely a hospital leader, but she had never met him before, yet he knew her last name. She nodded and said, "Hello, doctor. Thank you for your hard work making rounds so late at night."
The doctors beside her all smiled. She was even more confused. Could it be that she had said something wrong?
The old man picked up Qin Yunjie's medical records from the end of the bed and flipped through them. He then turned to ask Dr. Qian, "Why isn't there a brain MRI for this week?"
"Just finished it today, the report is due tomorrow."
"Why wait for a report? Read it yourself. No one knows your patient better than you."
Doctor Qian didn't dare to breathe. It was Sunday, a day off. Who knew that Elder Deng would choose this day to inspect? How could he have the time to see him?
Dean Mo saw this and came to the rescue, saying, "Director Qian is on leave today. He just rushed here from home."
Elder Deng was stunned for a moment, then smiled at Dean Mo and said, "Don't blame me for this! I just came over to take a look, but I made you even busier. Next time I'll come over secretly and not tell you."
"If you say that, then Xiao Qian will be even more unable to return home. He will be worried every day, afraid that you will come to check on him suddenly."
Old Deng laughed out loud, and all the doctors in the row laughed.
Elder Deng asked a few more questions about Qin Yunjie's condition, and Director Qian answered his questions fluently. Elder Deng turned his gaze back to Qin Tian and said gently, "Don't worry, Xiao Qin. Medicine is advancing. Let Dad receive treatment with peace of mind. If you have any questions, please communicate promptly."
Qin Tian had already guessed about 80% of the answer. This old man must be someone Tang Zhixu had asked for. She had assumed he had used some relatives or friends who were doctors to get Qin Yunjie into the group. She hadn't expected his connections to be more than that.
There was nothing she could do at the moment but to apologize and express her gratitude.
Elder Deng noticed her shyness and thought of Tang Zhixu. If it weren't for his girlfriend, he wouldn't bother anyone. He smiled and said, "Give Xiao Tang my regards. Tell him to come and have tea with me when he's free. You all come along."
Qin Tian didn't have time to think about it and had to agree. Only then did Elder Deng lead the doctors out of the ward.
After waiting for about 20 minutes, Director Qian came to the ward in person and called her to his office.
"You should be able to sense your father's condition this time. Overall, he's improving. He beat me three times at chess last week, and his bouts of amnesia are also decreasing. This proves the new medication is effective. However, as doctors, we know that family members are most afraid of receiving calls from us, so they rarely call. I wouldn't contact you unless it was necessary. The thing is, the old man's sensitivity to the new medication is decreasing. Simply put, he's developing drug resistance."
She was stunned: "What will happen if it becomes drug-resistant?"
"It won't matter. It just means the experiment has failed for him. Alzheimer's will continue as normal. It won't get worse than before. This disease is a gradual process."
"You mean, he'll just be like before, gradually forgetting everything around him until he can't remember anything at all?" She tightened the strap of her bag, looked into his calm eyes behind his glasses, and organized her sentences.
He was silent for a moment. "You could say that."
The Qing Dynasty Ink Bamboo Bowl was almost completely restored; all that was left was a fine polishing. Even at Song Suiyang's speed, it could be finished in a week. She was feeling incredibly proud these days. Almost a quarter of the Qing Dynasty Ink Bamboo Bowl was restored by her alone. Furthermore, it was a precious artifact she and Tong Zhongyuan had worked together to restore. Who was Tong Zhongyuan? He was He Wu's son, an expert in ancient artifact restoration at the British Museum. These few mentions were enough to make her boast.
She took seventeen or eighteen photos of the Qing Dynasty ink bamboo bowl, picked out the best ones from the best angles, and shared them with her classmates. Like her, they were all professional restorers. One look at the photos revealed her skill. She didn't need to show off; they were already buzzing with questions. Who restored it? What was used? How long did it take?
She proudly told them that this was her master's major, and of course she also contributed a lot.
Now the students were even more curious, asking when she had a master. Wasn't it said that the restoration department at the Shanghai Museum was a makeshift one?
Ha, just in time. So, she introduced Tong Zhongyuan in detail, praising him to the skies. Everyone in the group was stunned by what she said; such an amazing person actually became Song Suiyang's master.
Finally, someone couldn't help but ask, "What does it look like?"
Song Suiyang couldn't help but laugh out loud. "Women, that's what you've been waiting for," she said. She sent five or six photos to the group, from various angles. She had secretly taken them while Tong Zhongyuan was concentrating.
Sure enough, the group immediately erupted in excitement. Even the class beauty, who had always been silent and acted so arrogantly, whom she hated the most, was blown away. After graduation, the class beauty went to the National Museum of China. Although her academic performance was obviously not as good as hers, she somehow managed to get to Beijing and even enter the National Museum of China.
The topic then shifted from how to restore cultural relics to a private Q&A about Tong Zhongyuan. Are you married? Do you have a girlfriend? Do you have a boyfriend?
She answered a few questions in a fake manner, and then told them regretfully, "What a pity, everyone, Tong Zhongyuan is about to return to the UK, and his mission at the Shanghai Museum has been completed."
The class beauty said, "What's there to repair from the Shanghai Museum? It's not challenging at all. Since he's He Wu's son, repairing a national treasure is a testament to his level of skill."
Song Suiyang was furious. How could this person still be so annoying even after graduating for so many years? With her level of skill, she would only be able to make tea for her colleagues at the National Museum of China, and yet she even had the audacity to mock the Shanghai Museum for not having any national treasures.
"Yes, there is nothing to repair in the Shanghai Museum, but people love to repair it for the Shanghai Museum. Not only did they stay for three months, they also accepted me as their apprentice." Song Suiyang said in a teasing tone.
"He's probably doing this for his mother's sake. Who wouldn't want to repair a national treasure?"
Song Suiyang was furious. She blurted out, "Then why don't you get him a national treasure and ask him to repair it and see if he can persuade you to do it."
She said this at the time, and she never expected that the National Museum would actually make such a request.
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