"Are all of them real?" Jian Xiuqi couldn't believe what Su Miaomiao said.
Su Miaomiao didn't explain much to him. She took out her acupuncture bag from her bag and lifted up Mr. Jian's quilt.
"Are you going to give my father an acupuncture?" Jian Xiuqi knew what she was going to do as soon as he saw her posture.
"You still have to ask the patient before deciding on the surgery." Su Miaomiao said this and unbuttoned Mr. Jian's clothes.
The moment Su Miaomiao inserted the silver needle in her hand, Jian Xiuqi subconsciously wanted to stop it, but he forced himself to endure it.
He had already asked someone to clarify before, and it was clear that Su Miaomiao was indeed proficient in medicine.
In addition, the experts he had consulted before also felt that the reason his father had been stable for so long was closely related to the acupuncture she gave his father.
Before Jian Xiuqi could calm down, old man Jian on the bed actually twitched his eyelids.
"Dad." Jian Xiuqi didn't care about anything else for a moment. He hurried forward and called out anxiously.
Old Master Jian slowly opened his eyes and looked at Jian Xiuqi in front of him. Just as he was about to say something, his gaze fell on Su Miaomiao next to him.
"...Is it you?" Old Master Jian hadn't eaten for several days, and his voice was weak and hoarse.
"It's me." Su Miaomiao nodded.
"...Thank you." Old Master Jian wanted to thank Su Miaomiao for treating him on the train, but he didn't have the strength to say too much, so he could only summarize it in two words.
He gave Jian Xiuqi another look, asking him to thank Su Miaomiao properly.
"Dad, don't worry, I will definitely thank Comrade Su very much." Jian Xiuqi immediately understood what his father meant.
Old Master Jian nodded. He still had some slight consciousness these days and could feel the coming and going of people around him, but he could not open his eyes. Now his mind was finally clear, and he wanted to tell him the thing that was most on his mind.
"Xiuqi, my research... I have made up some of the knowledge during this period... But... there are still some things I can't do..."
“After I die…please help me send all those resources…to the research institute…and tell them…that I have failed the organization’s trust…” When Mr. Jian said this, his eyes were filled with deep regret.
If he could be given a few more years, he would definitely be able to complete the tasks assigned to him by the organization.
It’s just…life and death are determined by fate. I just hope that the information he left behind can inspire future generations…
"Dad, you'll be fine. Let's not talk about this for now. You haven't eaten in several days. I'll ask someone to prepare some food for you." Jian Xiuqi was always reserved. Listening to his father's last words, his voice choked up.
"No... I want to explain everything clearly while I'm still conscious..." But Mr. Jian stopped him.
He was wondering if there was anything else he had missed, but his mind was not fully clear yet and he could not remember many things.
"Mr. Jian, you don't have to leave your last words now. I can save you." Su Miaomiao suddenly spoke.
Mr. Jian immediately looked over there with a bit of surprise in his eyes.
"Yes, Dad, Comrade Su said she can perform surgery on you and can guarantee that you can function normally after the surgery." Jian Xiuqi spoke quickly.
"Really?" Mr. Jian's pupils dilated instantly, and even this sentence became much clearer.
"Yes." Su Miaomiao nodded.
Perhaps because he found out that he could still function normally, Mr. Jian's face seemed to turn a little red.
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