As time passed, Du Ruo and his team's research was in full swing.
An Jingzhi couldn't help but go to the projection world to check out their research progress several times. When Du Ruo and the others encountered difficulties, he racked his brains to give them advice in various ways.
An Changyou stayed at home for ten days, but his physical condition deteriorated rapidly and he was transferred back to the military hospital. Now he can only survive with the help of a ventilator.
The ticking sound of the clock on the wall seemed to indicate that An Changyou's life was slipping away.
Director Xiang was just outside the ward and could see what was happening inside through the transparent window.
An Jingzhi no longer goes to An's private restaurant and stays with An Changyou in the ward every day.
After taking a look at the situation inside, Director Xiang walked to a corner to make a phone call.
"How is it? How long will it take to get the medicine?" He couldn't help but urge anxiously.
"It's almost there!" Du Ruo's voice was excited on the other end of the phone. He didn't expect that this ancient recipe from hundreds of years ago would actually be useful.
But fortunately, they did not use it directly. Several ingredients in this prescription are different from the current medicinal materials. If this series of clinical trials are not carried out, this will not be a life-saving prescription, but a fatal poison.
Director Xiang paced back and forth anxiously: "I can wait, I'm not in a hurry, but An Changyou's body can't wait."
"Mr. Du, I'm sure you're aware of An Changyou's situation. Please, please speed up."
Only by keeping An Changyou can An Jingzhi stay. If An Changyou really passed away and he had no one to worry about, it was possible that An Jingzhi would just leave.
In order to promote An’s private cuisine, An Jingzhi may stay in the country for a while.
But after the conversation that night, Director Xiang also learned that Mr. An no longer had any obsession with An's private cuisine.
Mr. An is devoted to the country. If he were alive, he would definitely not let An Jingzhi go abroad.
Although they did not hint at An Changyou, they also directly stated the importance of An Jingzhi.
"Beep, beep, beep..." After the person on the other end hung up the phone, he sighed helplessly to the director.
Now they are racing against the god of death.
An Changyou's vital condition is getting worse day by day. He might fall asleep today and not wake up tomorrow. Someone has to be sent to wake him up every few hours.
Director Xiang feels like he is walking on the edge of a knife every day.
Du Ruo had to be urged every now and then, and Du Ruo was not having an easy time either. He needed all kinds of materials, and basically they would be delivered in no time as long as he opened his mouth. However, boiling the herbs also took time, and the temperature had to be controlled.
In order to save An Changyou's life, both sides are constantly making every effort they can.
"Grandpa?" Looking at the time, it was time to wake the other person up, so An Jingzhi stepped forward and patted An Changyou gently.
An Changyou has to be woken up every once in a while, otherwise he will sleep too deeply and may never wake up again.
"Grandpa?" An Jingzhi frowned and called again. Normally, An Changyou should have opened his eyes by this time.
I called out softly a few more times, but the old man on the hospital bed still didn't respond.
"Grandpa, wake up." An Jingzhi's voice was a little louder, and he shook the object with a little more force.
"Jingzhi..." An Changyou slowly opened his eyes and said weakly.
An Jingzhi breathed a sigh of relief, "Grandpa."
After chatting with An Changyou for a few words, An Jingzhi went to the disinfection room to change his clothes and walked out of the ward.
The one guarding it was Ma Jiquan.
"What stage has the drug production reached? Can it be delivered today?"
An Changyou's condition won't last for a few more days, and if it doesn't work out, An Jingzhi can only take the risk.
"Let me ask." Ma Jiquan looked solemn.
He made the call in front of An Jingzhi.
The tone on the other end was busy all the time. Ma Jiquan called for a minute but no one answered.
He said with a grim expression: "No one answered the phone."
"I'll ask someone else what's going on."
This time, Ma Jiquan called Director Xiang, but still no one answered.
He looked at An Jingzhi's cold face and said anxiously, "I don't know what's going on. No one from Mr. Du or Director Xiang answered the phone."
An Jingzhi also proactively informed the director about the use of holographic projection to save An Changyou.
The purpose was to ask An Jingzhi to help them carefully check whether there was any problem with the holographic projection equipment they made.
Is the method feasible?
After all, this is a virtual world. If there is even the slightest deviation, all the previous efforts will be wasted.
Ma Jiquan made a few more calls, but no one answered.
Just when he was anxiously wondering how to face An Jing, hurried footsteps were heard at the stairs.
Ma Jiquan turned around and saw a familiar figure at the elevator door.
"Director! You are finally here!" God knows how nervous he was when he looked at An Jingzhi's face.
Director Xiang and Du Ruo both looked nervous and no one paid any attention to him.
There were two guards following the two men. When Ma Jiquan wanted to approach them, the two guards immediately warned him with guns and asked him to step back.
After taking a look at the sandalwood box in Director Xiang's hand, Ma Jiquan had some guesses in his mind, and he immediately cooperated and stepped aside.
"Fortunately, we made it in time." Du Ruo and Director Xiang disinfected and changed clothes before arriving at the ward.
After feeling An Changyou's pulse, Du Ruo breathed a sigh of relief.
Director Xiang opened the sandalwood box. As soon as the box was opened, the fragrance of medicinal herbs filled the entire ward.
After Du Ruo briefly explained why it was so late to prepare the medicinal materials, he picked up the pills and wanted to feed them to An Changyou.
An Jingzhi picked up the pill and looked at it worriedly. After confirming that there was no problem, he fed it to An Changyou.
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"All physical indicators are tested good and can be discharged from the hospital."
Said happily to the director.
Du Ruo held the test report with an excited expression, "Thanks to the holographic projection, I made some changes to the prescription, and it's effective for cancer!"
"From now on, cancer will no longer be an incurable disease." Director Xiang said happily.
The two men came to An Changyou's room, who had been transferred to the general ward, with the test report in their hands and informed him of the good news.
In fact, without this test report, An Changyou could feel that his physical condition was getting better day by day.
It's not a sudden recovery, but a gradual improvement.
"Thank the country." An Changyou held the hands of Du Ruo and Director Xiang with tears in his eyes.
"I'm already old, and I'm grateful that the country still cares so much about me."
"Old An, if you want to thank someone, you should thank yourself. You have raised a good grandson. Otherwise, the country would not be able to conquer cancer." Du Ruo said happily.
"Without the help of the country, I won't be able to raise my grandson." An Changyou said stubbornly.
"Jingzhi," he turned to An Jingzhi and said, "You must remember that without a country, there is no home. You must keep the kindness of the country in your heart. Do you understand?"
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