The capital city.
Military hospital.
Long Haifeng was a technical commander in a certain unit. He was shocked by the technical development just a few days after returning to work.
After several surgeries, the hospital notified the Long family that Long Haifeng had a high chance of dying during the last one.
The hospital told the Long family to prepare themselves mentally.
Long Haifeng had just undergone a critical surgery and was unable to visit him inside.
They all sat outside, their faces full of sorrow, creating a somber and oppressive atmosphere.
No one spoke.
The tall young men standing in front looked at their elders and pursed their lips.
Hurried footsteps echoed down the corridor; it was Zhou Chilian, Long Haifeng's attending physician.
“Dr. Zhou,” the Long family members standing by the wall turned around instantly.
Zhou Chilian looked at the Long family members, hesitant to speak.
Standing on the other side, the dignified and rigid-looking old man said in a deep voice, "Speak, we can bear it."
"Commander Long's condition is very bad. We've consulted all the experts and even called overseas for help, but there's still no solution..."
Zhou Chilian didn't say much, but everyone present understood.
Long Haifeng is beyond saving.
Long Yucheng gritted his teeth, holding back the tears welling up in his eyes, not daring to imagine whether his mother could bear such a blow if she found out about this.
“What about Traditional Chinese Medicine? We can try it,” Long Jianghua, Long Haifeng’s elder brother, asked Zhou Chilian in a calm voice.
Zhou Chilian shook his head: "Traditional Chinese medicine treatment for chronic fever has no effect."
Has anyone ever seen a traditional Chinese medicine emergency treatment?
No.
Long Haifeng's condition falls under the category of emergency care.
"We have to give it a try. Jiang Hua, go and make arrangements immediately. Make sure to invite all the famous doctors in the capital."
Old Master Long's cold, deep voice suddenly rang out, and everyone looked over.
Zhou Chilian didn't dare to say anything more.
Old Master Long was a highly respected figure in Beijing, and his martial arts skills were truly exceptional; no one dared to act recklessly in front of him.
"Old Long, I know a few old traditional Chinese medicine doctors."
"Then I'll trouble you to invite those people to come for a consultation." Old Master Long's deep, dark eyes held an unusual firmness, and he showed no sign of panic because of this matter.
Just like when he saw Long Yunting covered in injuries, Old Master Long remained calm.
Those who don't know the situation might think this old man is incredibly cold-hearted towards his family.
...
On the other side.
Unlike the oppressive atmosphere in the capital, Sheng Qian was unusually relaxed, drawing outlines on a piece of white paper with a pencil.
The lines of the manuscript stretched out horizontally, in a chaotic and tangled manner.
Some formulas were also provided next to it.
The pencil-drawn outlines look like they've been printed.
Such manuscripts would be extremely valuable collectibles even today!
From a very young age, Sheng Qian had a great passion for all kinds of creation. Her parents nurtured her talent from childhood, and her family took good care of her talents, opening up every avenue for her to pursue.
She was forced down that path after the incident.
Her long, slender hands held a pencil, drawing on the paper, and the smooth lines intersected to form the machine she had initially desired.
This is a manuscript she drew based on a certain principle, but it's unclear whether it can be made with current conditions.
Sheng Qian actually wanted to go to a more developed city, but she had to get rid of her identity as a member of the Long family before she could go to the city.
Otherwise, if she had entered the city as the daughter-in-law of the Long family, the nature of her actions would have been completely changed.
After finishing all that, Sheng Qian went to Long Yunting's room and fetched water to wipe him down.
Perhaps because she has a slight obsession with cleanliness, she has to keep Long Yunting clean and tidy every day, wiping him very carefully, leaving no spot untouched except for the area covered by his boxer shorts.
After Sheng Qian helped him wipe his body, she also felt a bit feverish.
"Since I've taken the benefits from your family, I have to serve you impeccably..."
Sheng Qian plopped down in a chair, stared at the unconscious person for a while, and then cleaned up.
With Hou Guifang not around, Sheng Qian couldn't go to the mountains in the morning, so she could only exercise in the living room.
After tidying up Long Yunting's place in the morning and giving him his medicine, I packed a suitcase of clothes before heading out.
Last time, she sold more than 20 pieces for over 300 yuan. Because of her beautiful designs, many people who bought them found them practical and attractive. She also had some repeat customers, and some new customers brought her over.
If someone brings a new customer to buy clothes, Sheng Qian will give the person who introduced the new customer a discount of a few yuan.
As soon as Sheng Qian arrived, there were people waiting for her, afraid that if she arrived late, all the clothes would be sold out.
Sheng Qian only brought a dozen or so outfits today. That's all the clothes she can regenerate from her space; she couldn't possibly make them all in a day or two.
The dozen or so sets I made before are still stored in my space.
The dozen or so outfits sold out quickly. Just as they were counting the money, the woman named Wang Yan came over again, holding a glass of water. "Your name is Sheng Qian, right? Would you like some water? I've noticed you've been so busy that you haven't had a chance to drink any water, and your mouth looks so dry."
Wang Yan handed over the water glass she was holding.
Sheng Qian glanced at her. "Thank you, but I'm not thirsty."
Wang Yan forced a smile, took the water glass back, and said, "Your business is still booming!"
Wang Yan couldn't hide the envy and jealousy in her eyes.
Sheng Qian is a sensitive person, and she immediately noticed the jealousy in Wang Yan's eyes.
Sheng Qian thought this kind of jealousy was normal and didn't pay much attention to it.
"Everyone's just being polite. I have things to do at home, so I won't chat with you anymore," Sheng Qian said, securing her large suitcase and riding her bicycle away.
Wang Yan stomped her foot in anger, spilling the water from her glass.
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