The next morning at 10:30, Han Ming was jolted awake from his dream by a cell phone ringing.
The call was from my mother, coming from the hospital.
Chen Fang was very worried about her son, who hadn't heard from her all day yesterday. The things that had happened in the past few days had really worn her precious son out.
Although my family wasn't extremely wealthy, we were still quite well-off and had no worries about food or clothing.
My son has never suffered much hardship since he was a child, so he must be exhausted these past few days. That's why I let him rest at home yesterday and didn't have him come to the hospital to take care of me.
This morning, after a series of examinations, the doctor informed Chen Fang that Han Ming's father, Han Baili, had normal indicators and could be discharged from the hospital to recuperate at home.
Chen Fang then prepared to call her son to let him know, but because she was afraid of waking him up too early, she waited until it was almost time for dinner before dialing Han Ming's number.
Han Ming was indeed sleeping in late. You can't blame him for being lazy; he was just too excited last night. Looking at the two "magical artifacts" in front of him, Han Ming was too excited to fall asleep.
I tossed and turned in bed until dawn before finally drifting off to sleep.
After vaguely hearing his mother's instructions on the phone, Han Ming lingered in bed for a while before getting up.
My mother's idea was that it was getting late, and it wouldn't be appropriate for my father to be discharged and go home this afternoon. She suggested that he stay at the hospital for another night.
I'll finish the discharge procedures this afternoon, and tomorrow morning I'll let my father go home to greet the sunrise, for good luck.
She had already told Liang Jianxing that, considering the high cost of an ambulance to take her home from the hospital and the fact that it would be too conspicuous, she would ask Uncle Liang to drive his van to the county hospital to pick her up.
After getting ready, Han Ming went to the kitchen to get himself something to eat before leaving the house.
I called Uncle Liang before leaving home and learned that he was currently at home tidying up his van.
After receiving Chen Fang's call, Liang Jianxing immediately began washing the car and removing part of the back two rows of seats to make room for lying down.
Then add a soft cushion so that the old man can lie down more comfortably on his way back.
On his way to the town's bus station, Han Ming received calls from his eldest uncle, second uncle, and Aunt Zhao Lihua.
Everyone says they're going to the market to buy groceries tomorrow, to cook a big meal, and to have a lively gathering to ward off bad luck.
Hearing their happy words on the phone, Han Ming couldn't help but feel relaxed.
Yes, my father is gradually recovering, and with so many relatives and friends who care about him, life will definitely return to normal, and it will only get better and better.
Moreover, based on what he learned last night, the two magical artifacts he obtained possess incredibly powerful functions.
"That's right, my future, our future will definitely be better," Han Ming said confidently as he strode toward the station.
When Han Ming arrived at the hospital and saw his father, who had clearly lost weight, lying in the hospital room, his mood became somewhat bitter.
Fortunately, my father's condition improved, so he didn't get teary-eyed.
Han Ming remembered that the X-ray glasses had medical testing functions, so he took out the glasses and put them on. Ignoring his mother's doubts, he stood by the window and carefully examined his father.
"Portal vein diameter 1.1 cm, average blood flow velocity 13.7 cm/s."
"The diameter of the abdominal aorta is 2.6 cm above the renal artery and 1.6 cm below the renal artery and above the bifurcation of the common iliac artery."
During diastole, the blood flow is positive and slow, with a peak velocity of 118 cm/s.
Various professional test data came into view one after another, but Han Ming couldn't understand any of them, though he didn't care.
He stared at the test indicators following the data, and only after seeing that they were all qualified did Han Ming finally feel relieved.
After all the physiological indicators were checked, these amazing glasses actually showed an estimated continuous operating time for the body, which was 19 years.
"Dad can live for another 19 years?" Han Ming thought to himself. His dad was 53 years old now, so adding 19 years would only make him 72. That's too young.
However, after seeing the prompt following the data, Han Ming felt relieved. The prompt explained that the displayed data was automatically calculated based on the results of this detection, and the results might not be accurate during illness.
Considering that my father is still in the recovery period and his various physical functions have not yet returned to their best state, the result should be relatively conservative.
With proper care, there's a good chance I could live to be 100, Han Ming thought to himself.
Seeing that Dad was fine, I glanced at Mom and took the opportunity to get her checked as well.
All the data are normal, but I've been too tired lately, and the glasses' monitoring information suggests that I need to rest more.
Han Ming helped his mother sit down on a stool so she could rest, while he took the discharge papers to various departments in the hospital to complete the necessary procedures.
Han Ming ran around to various places, got the necessary doctor's signatures, and settled all the bills. He could pack his things and go home the next morning.
Sweating profusely, Han Ming returned to the ward, sat on an empty chair, took a bottle of mineral water from his mother, and had just taken a sip when his cell phone rang.
Han Ming took it out and looked at it. Oh, it's that girl again, Dong Xiaolu.
Full of doubt, I pressed the answer button, and Dong Meimei's pleasant voice came through the microphone, but her tone sounded a little strange at this moment.
"Hey, Han the big liar finally answered the phone."
Han Ming glanced at his mother and lowered his voice to say:
"What lie? What did I lie to you about? That's awful."
"Hmph, you still say you're not lying? Who was it that said last night that we weren't going to see the meteor shower? And then who was it that sent me a picture of a meteor shower?"
Who's cheating again? Humph, big liar!
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