"Professor Hang."

Cen Huaian stood up from his chair, with respect on his face.

"Don't be nervous, sit down."

Cen Huaian nodded and sat down. He was not nervous at all. He knew that Hang Ling came to see him.

Sure enough, the next second, Hang Ling spoke: "You know I'm a teacher at Jinghua, right?"

Cen Huaian nodded: "I know."

"How about it, are you interested in coming to our Jinghua?"

After Cen Huaian knew his ranking, he knew that someone would come to see him, but he himself had not yet decided whether to go the path of mathematics in the future.

He always felt that there were still many unknown things in the world, and he wanted to explore more. He was not sure if he could always concentrate on studying mathematics.

Hang Ling did not force him, nor did he say many good things about Jinghua. He just sat next to him, smiling leisurely, waiting for Cen Huaian to think it over. It seemed that he was not here to find him to go to Jinghua.

Cen Huaian thought for a while, turned to look at Hang Ling, and asked him: "Professor, how did you decide to go the path of mathematics?"

Hang Ling smiled and said: "Let me tell you a story."

Hang Ling's story is very simple, unlike the magical origins of some famous figures in history.

He talked about his experience of selling vegetables with his mother when he was a child.

In the busy market, many people buy and sell vegetables, and everyone bargains, arguing over a penny.

Hang Ling watched his mother arguing with the vegetable buyer, and then looked at the penny that the mother who won the argument got, and felt that the money was really shining in the sun.

At that time, a wild idea emerged in his mind: Why is money calculated from one cent to ten cents, one dime to one dollar? Why not eleven or twelve?

Hang Ling smiled and said, "It was from that time that I found numbers very interesting. They are not lifeless, but exist in all aspects of our lives, in all kinds of places we take for granted. Even if you don't care about it, it is still playing its role."

Suddenly, a ray of light seemed to be injected into Cen Huaian's mind. Hang Ling's words made him start to re-examine mathematics.

"Professor, let me think about it again."

Hang Ling smiled and nodded, "Yes, you should think about it carefully. This is something that determines your future path. You can't just decide it casually."

After Hang Ling left, Cen Huaian frowned and thought for a long time. The sunlight outside went from bright and dazzling to slowly falling. Cen Huaian finally stood up.

He got up and went to the public phone in the hotel and called Chu Xia.

When Chu Xia heard that Cen Huaian could be recommended to Jinghua, she was not as happy as other parents and asked Cen Huaian to agree immediately. Instead, she asked him: "Do you like math? Like it to the point of being crazy, and feel that life is meaningless without it, just like your father likes his career?"

Cen Huaian was stunned, asking himself repeatedly in his heart, and then he shook his head. He didn't want to serve math all his life.

"Then don't sign the recommendation. You can think about what you love in the remaining time. I believe that you can go to the school and major you like without recommendation."

"Okay."

Chu Xia listened to the busy tone of the phone call, and her expression was a little stunned. She actually let her son refuse Jinghua's recommendation.

She hung up the phone and went home. She kept thinking about this matter and couldn't taste the food.

Until Cen Zhengnian couldn't bear it anymore, he put down his chopsticks and held her hand: "You've been drinking your porridge with chopsticks dipped in water for a long time."

"Zhengnian, I asked An An to refuse Jinghua's admission."

Cen Zhengnian's face was calm, and his thumb gently stroked the back of her hand: "Then what?"

Chuxia frowned slightly, looking a little uneasy: "What if An An wants to study mathematics in Jinghua again in the future, and he regrets it? What if the college entrance examination..."

Chuxia quickly changed her words: "No what if! I'm just worried."

Cen Zhengnian held her hand tightly: "Chuxia, look at me."

Chuxia raised her eyes and met Cen Zhengnian's gaze. The calm and comforting look in his eyes slowly calmed Chuxia's panic.

"An An won't blame you. This is his own choice. You have to have confidence in An An, and this is not the only chance for him to be admitted."

Chu Xia knew all this, but she was just worried about the unknown.

She slowly exhaled: "You are right. An An and you are both geniuses, and geniuses don't have to worry."

Chu Xia felt hungry at this moment, and reached out to pick up the food. As soon as she put it in her mouth, she immediately spit it out: "Why is it so salty?"

She turned her head to look at Cen Zhengnian: "How did you eat it without changing your expression?"

"Just drink more porridge."

Chu Xia didn't let him eat anymore, and went to cook another dish.

The winter sun is very comfortable. Chu Xia didn't have any patients at this moment, and she was sitting in a place where she could get the sun. She was reading a medical book while enjoying the rare warmth in winter.

"Chuxia, please help me check on Zhuzhu. I don't know what she ate. She has diarrhea and vomiting!"

Chuxia quickly put down the book and felt Zhuzhu's pulse: "Acute gastroenteritis. She definitely ate something unclean. Do you want me to give her an injection or take her to get an IV drip?"

"You do it." Shi Qin was most confident in Chuxia. He held Zhuzhu and let her lie on the bed beside him.

No matter how Shi Qin looked at it, he felt that acupuncture was magical.

Zhuzhu, who was so uncomfortable just now, looked much better not long after Chuxia gave her the injection. She grabbed Shi Qin's hand and said, "Mom, my stomach doesn't hurt anymore."

Shi Qin looked at Zhuzhu with heartache and felt very sorry for not taking good care of her: "Zhuzhu, be good. When you recover, mom will take you to eat donkey rolls."

"Yeah!"

Zhuzhu was famous for being well-behaved among the children in the research institute. Next year, her parents are not well-behaved and quiet people, but I don't know why they gave birth to such a well-behaved daughter.

If Lulu had a child with Zhuzhu's personality, Jiang Zhiguan would not have had to worry so much before.

When Chuxia took out the needle for Zhuzhu, she had already fallen asleep in Shi Qin's arms.

Chuxia also brought some Chinese patent medicine to Shi Qin.

"The boiled Chinese medicine is too bitter. This medicine is also effective for Zhuzhu's illness."

Many of the Chinese patent medicines in the affiliated hospital are from Magistrate Jiang's medical company. He really opened up the market, and with good efficacy and low prices, his company's medicines can be seen in all the hospitals in Beijing.

"By the way, Zhuzhu's stomach is a little weak. I'll write you some things that she'd better not eat. You should pay attention to her diet."

It's not good for children to take too many medicines. It's best for adults to pay more attention to their diet and take good care of their stomachs.

It took Chuxia a long time to slowly adjust Cen Zhengnian's stomach by using food and adjusting his work and rest schedule.

Shi Qin took the precautions written by Chuxia with a grateful look on her face.

"Remember to bring Zhuzhu here again tomorrow. She needs another injection."

After Shi Qin left, Chuxia stopped reading, but took out the tools she used to prepare medicinal materials and make ointments. Just as she was about to start, a patient came.

Chuxia pushed the things on the table and continued to see patients.

When it was time for the lunch break, Chuxia let out a breath, looked at the tools for making ointment, and put them away again.

Chuxia was going to take out another prescription for Jiang Zhishu recently. She kept giving one or two prescriptions a year.

Too many prescriptions would make people suspicious. Sometimes Chuxia only gave one prescription every two years.

None of her prescriptions were special medicines that could cure difficult and complicated diseases at once, but they were used consistently and were very effective for some of the diseases that troubled patients.

For example, sunscreen ointment, freezing ointment, hemostatic ointment, gastrointestinal conditioning, chronic throat diseases...

diseases that were not fatal but would make people uncomfortable if they existed.

The prescription that Chuxia wants to give Jiang Zhishu this time is about hemostasis. The effect is not better than those famous hemostatic drugs on the market now, but it is not worse.

I just don’t know if Jiang Zhishu wants this prescription. After all, there are not many hemostatic drugs left on the market.

Chuxia returned home and found that Cen Huaian actually returned home.

"Didn’t you say you would be home tomorrow?"

Cen Huaian touched Heizi's dog head. Huangzi and Biandian were lying at his feet. The three dogs were watching TV.

Cen Huaian stood up to take the things Chuxia bought from her hand: "They said before that the plane couldn’t take off, but it can take off today, so we came back."

Chuxia changed her shoes and asked him what he wanted to eat?

"Do you still want sweet and sour pork ribs? I don't think we bought pork ribs, but we have fish, so how about sweet and sour fish?"

"Okay, mom, I'll help you prepare the fish."

In the kitchen, Chu Xia asked Cen Huaian, "Are you disappointed after rejecting Jinghua's recommendation?"

"No."

Cen Huaian was more emotionally stable than Chu Xia: "If I am selected from the training team to participate in IMO, I can still be recommended. And I can also be admitted to Jinghua."

Cen Huaian is now confident in his abilities, and he will definitely get what he wants.

Chu Xia's hands that were cutting vegetables suddenly stopped, and she looked at Cen Huaian. He was washing the fish seriously. From the side, he looked very much like Cen Zhengnian when he was doing things seriously.

She really felt that Cen Huaian had grown up and his thoughts had become more mature.

After not hearing Chu Xia speak for a long time, Cen Huaian turned his head and looked at her in confusion.

Chuxia smiled with her lips curled up: "I believe you can do it too."

In the evening, Cen Zhengnian came home. He and Cen Huaian talked in the room for a long time. Chuxia waited outside anxiously. She wanted to hear what they said very much, but she also felt that she had to respect the privacy of the children. Her

thoughts were wavering, and she was particularly tormented.

Finally, when the two came out, Chuxia sat up straight and smiled at the two of them, not curious at all.

She was madly scrolling the screen in her heart: Tell me quickly, tell me quickly, what did you say?

But no one could see her inner thoughts. Cen Huaian and Cen Zhengnian had no plans to tell her.

Chuxia: ...

When she went back to her bedroom to sleep at night, Chuxia couldn't help herself anymore. She hugged Cen Zhengnian's arm and asked him, "What did you and An An talk about? You two talked for so long?"

Cen Zhengnian's eyes were filled with smiles. He stretched out his hand to lift Chuxia up, let her sit in his arms, and put his hand around her waist.

"It's hard for you to endure it until now."

Chuxia immediately pretended to be vicious: "Okay! You did it on purpose!"

She stretched out her hand to pinch Cen Zhengnian's waist, stretched out her hand to push him down.

"I don't want to listen anymore!"

Cen Zhengnian didn't move. When she was about to leave, he hooked his hand and Chuxia sat on his lap again.

"I didn't mean to do it. I was just waiting for you to ask me."

Chuxia really wanted to listen, so she continued to sit down and looked up at Cen Zhengnian to see what he would say.

"I just talked to An An about what he wants to do in the future. I wanted to take him to visit the exhibition hall of the institute, but he doesn't like my job."

Cen Zhengnian laughed softly, "There's no way for the son to follow in his father's footsteps."

Chu Xia: "Your work is so busy, it's good for An An not to do it."

"Indeed." Cen Zhengnian smiled and nodded, agreeing with Chu Xia's words.

"Then what does An An want to do?"

"After he comes back from the training, maybe he will have new ideas."

Cen Zhengnian did not do nothing. After returning to the institute, he went to the institute's library and archives, which stored more than just his professional information.

He didn't read or touch the confidential information, and only lent a few hard-to-find books on the market, but not confidential, to Cen Huaian.

"You can take a look, maybe there will be a major you like."

In addition, Cen Zhengnian also asked Jiang Zhida to buy some introductions and experimental videos of various majors from foreigners in Guangzhou for Cen Huaian to watch.

There was too much information, and Cen Huaian couldn't finish it in a short time, but Cen Zhengnian didn't ask him to finish it and make a choice now.

"You can read it when you have time. You still have a year and a half before you can take the college entrance examination. There is no rush."

​​Chuxia took advantage of a day off and drove to Jiang Zhishu's company.

Now that she has a car, she no longer needs Jiang Zhishu to pick her up.

Chuxia has a company pass, and she can go anywhere after entering.

Magistrate Jiang's assistant said he was in a meeting, so Chuxia went to the laboratory building in the back.

Dr. Xu and his team were also busy, so Chuxia didn't disturb them. Instead, she looked at what Dr. Xu had made in the exhibition hall of the laboratory building.

Magistrate Jiang's decision to recruit Dr. Xu was the right one. He has great talent and sharpness in medical research.

The efficacy of the two ointments Chuxia brought over has been improved to varying degrees under the hands of his team, and they are even conducting more advanced research.

Chuxia didn't know how long she had been watching before she heard a lot of footsteps behind her.

"Doctor Luo?"

"It's me." Chuxia turned around with a smile, carrying a bag on her back, which contained the prescriptions she brought this time.

Dr. Xu did not rest, but worked non-stop to make the ointment written in the prescription. He tested it on mice, and his eyes showed surprise.

"Dr. Luo, although you have already refused, I still want to ask you again, are you willing to come to my laboratory to work?"

Chuxia refused firmly as before: "No. I am not interested in this."

Dr. Xu was more regretful than before: "Your talent lies in this."

Chuxia: "I haven't given up either. If I treat it as a job, I may not have so many ideas."

Dr. Xu frowned and thought for a long time, sighed, and stopped persuading her: "You are right. Heavy work can easily make you lose your love for work."

Chuxia and Dr. Xu walked in the laboratory. Dr. Xu told her about their recent research results and asked Chuxia what she thought.

The two were discussing medical knowledge when Magistrate Jiang came over.

"Sister-in-law."

"Cousin."

After greeting Chuxia, Magistrate Jiang asked about the new prescription.

Dr. Xu praised: "Boss, I think this prescription can take the company's cooperation to the next level." Magistrate

Jiang and he had the same idea: "Send it for inspection first, and I'll discuss the rest after the report is out."

Chuxia didn't know what the two were talking about, but who doesn't like to have a lot of money? Magistrate Jiang's company has her shares, and the company is getting better and better, and her money will also be more and more. After

Cen Huaian finished his final exams, he rested at home for two days and then went to the national training team for training at Jinghua University.

He only read a small part of the information that Cen Zhengnian found for him.

When Cen Huaian arrived at Jinghua University, he didn't expect that the person who greeted them was Hong Youxuan.

"Brother Youxuan?"

Hong Youxuan had a gentle smile on his face, but when facing Cen Huaian, his gentleness had a temperature, not a social courtesy.

"An An, come with me."

"Brother Youxuan, did you know that I was coming to Jinghua for training?"

Cen Huaian noticed Hong Youxuan's expression, and he didn't show any surprise when he saw him.

Hong Youxuan nodded: "I got the list of students coming to Jinghua for training in advance. When I saw Cen Huaian, I knew it was you."

Hong Youxuan was admitted to Jinghua University last year, and he studied computer science.

This major has only been emerging for a few years, and the country and the school are still groping, but computers have developed very well abroad.

Hong Youxuan saw it when he went abroad to participate in a Go competition, and he developed a strong interest in it, so when he applied for university, he chose computers without hesitation.

Hong Youxuan continued, "It seems that I was right."

Cen Huaian looked at him and said, "You obviously knew that I went to participate in the Mathematical Olympiad Winter Camp."

Hong Youxuan: "It's a surprise for you. You haven't played Go very often recently."

Cen Huaian: "I'm solving a problem that bothers me."

Therefore, he spent most of his time learning about various professions, and indeed practiced Go less often.

Hong Youxuan sighed: "I thought I would have more time to play Go after entering college. But I ended up having less time. My grandfather is still angry that I didn't inherit his legacy."

Hong Yuande devoted all his energy to training Hong Youxuan to play Go so that he could take over.

But when he grew up, he went straight to learn computer science and didn't follow his idea to pursue a career in Go.

Cen Huaian: "You can ask your grandfather to train another heir."

Hong Youxuan suddenly laughed, and the depression on his face disappeared instantly: "Do you think it's so easy to train an heir? My grandfather doesn't have the energy to train one."

While the two were talking, they arrived at the boys' dormitory building of the training team. It was still a dormitory building familiar to Cen Huaian. He lived here during the summer camp at Jinghua University in junior high school.

However, his roommates this time were completely new, and Wang Aihua and the others were not there.

Cen Huaian did not see the two of them in this national high school mathematics competition.

After reporting to the training team, classes started the next day.

There are activities, but not as many as in the summer camp. Cen Huaian and his classmates spend more time listening to the math professors and famous Olympiad teachers at Jinghua, and then doing papers, marking papers, and ranking.

There are frequent exams, and the ranking is related to the six students finally selected by the training team to participate in the IMO.

Cen Huaian shines in the training team.

If he made progress in high school by self-study and the guidance of Teacher Jiang, now he has access to more excellent teachers. Their different thinking and different teaching methods have produced a wonderful collision with Cen Huaian's thinking, allowing him to improve rapidly.

Hang Ling is the chief math teacher of this training. He taught a class, but it was a pity for Cen Huaian. Why didn't he agree to be admitted to Jinghua?

He even said to Cen Huaian: "I'll keep the admission quota for you. Whenever you think it through and want to be admitted, you can come to me anytime."

There was no such example before. It was Professor Hang who applied directly for Cen Huaian because he deserved it.

Cen Huaian felt the pressure, "Teacher Hang, you don't have to do this. Since I didn't choose to be admitted, it proves that I won't choose it in the future."

Hang Ling smiled mysteriously and shook his head: "People's thoughts change at different times. Maybe you want to study mathematics at any moment."

Cen Huaian couldn't persuade Hang Ling. Although he looked at He Yu, he had his own persistence.

As the New Year approached, Cen Huaian's training had not yet ended. Chu Xia was going to take some things to visit him in Jinghua.

The training team was closed, but things could be delivered from outside.

Before delivering things to Cen Huaian, Chu Xia first delivered the medicinal wine for Grandpa Jiang.

Grandpa Jiang couldn't live without the medicinal wine now. He loved to drink, and couldn't drink other kinds of wine, so he used the medicinal wine to relieve his hunger.

When Chu Xia just arrived in front of Grandpa Jiang's door, she heard panicked shouting inside. Chu Xia didn't take anything and ran in quickly.

Aunt Li supported Grandpa Jiang and shouted anxiously, "Help! Is there anyone who can help?"

Because she was in the house and she shouted with a terrified voice, no one heard Chu Xia when she came in.

"Chu Xia! Old Jiang suddenly fainted!"

Seeing Chu Xia coming in, Aunt Li felt like she had seen a life-saving straw.

Chuxia rushed over, took Grandpa Jiang from Aunt Li, helped him lie down in the correct position and said, "Go call the emergency number, and notify my uncle, second uncle, eldest cousin, and Dazi!"

While speaking, Chuxia had already seen Grandpa Jiang's condition and began to give him first aid.

She was very anxious and worried, and her hands were shaking a little when she took out the silver needle. But she couldn't panic now.

Chuxia took a deep breath, calmed herself, pursed her lips and inserted the needles into Grandpa Jiang's body one by one.

This was to save Grandpa Jiang's life. Chuxia was under great pressure, but after inserting the needles for a while, beads of sweat rolled down her face.

Chuxia didn't care to wipe them off, and raced against time to fight for Grandpa Jiang's chance of survival.

The ambulance arrived first, and the doctors and nurses helped to lift Grandpa Jiang onto the car, and Chu Xia followed in.

"Aunt Li, when my uncle and second uncle arrive, notify them to come to the hospital."

Aunt Li had lost all her backbone at this moment, and she did whatever Chu Xia said and arranged for her to do.

The ambulance drove to the hospital, and the doctor immediately started to treat Grandpa Jiang. Chu Xia, who was the acupuncturist, followed into the operating room.

During the operation, she used acupuncture to assist the operation, and successfully saved Grandpa Jiang from death.

The doctor who performed the operation looked at Chu Xia, who was sitting on the ground and couldn't get up after the success was announced. He took off his mask and stretched out his hand to her: "Doctor Luo, it's a good thing that you were there for this operation."

Grandpa Jiang's body could no longer withstand the great torture. If Chu Xia hadn't helped to stabilize Grandpa Jiang's condition with acupuncture, this operation would have been very dangerous.

After all, Grandpa Jiang was over 90 years old. He looked strong at ordinary times, but he was really old. All the organs and tissues in his body had aged.

Chu Xia: "He is my grandpa."

The doctor patted her shoulder in a clear manner, understanding the feeling of saving a loved one from the hands of death. The moment the success was announced, the whole person would lose strength in an instant.

The nurse in the operating room helped Chu Xia out. Except for Cen Huaian who was in the training camp, all the members of the Jiang family were there, including Cen Zhengnian and his parents.

Seeing Chu Xia, who was pale, a little sullen, and exhausted, Cen Zhengnian rushed forward to support her, his eyes filled with deep sorrow.

"Chu Xia, grandpa..."

"He's back."

"The operation was very successful!"

Chu Xia and the doctor spoke at the same time. They had just anticipated the worst result. Everyone felt very uncomfortable. Jiang Shengnan was so heartbroken that she almost fainted when she heard these two sentences.

There is no greater joy and sorrow than this!

Jiang Shengnan relaxed completely, and suddenly lost her strength and fell into the arms of Cen's father. The worries of Jiang's first and second uncles were also put down.

Everyone showed joy on their faces, and they gathered around the doctor to ask about Grandpa Jiang's condition. Cen Zhengnian helped Chuxia sit on the chair next to him and asked her if she wanted to drink water

. Chuxia nodded, and he asked her to rest and went outside to find water.

From the doctor's mouth, we know how much effort Chuxia has put in to save Grandpa Jiang. Everyone's eyes moved to her. There

was an inexpressible gratitude in her eyes, because as a close person, she could better understand how important Chuxia's actions were to Grandpa Jiang and the entire Jiang family.

"Chuxia."

Jiang Shengnan spoke first, sat next to Chuxia, and held her hand.

Chuxia's palms were full of sweat, and now the sweat cooled down, making her palms cool.

Jiang Shengnan wrapped her hands to warm them and said, "I don't know how to thank you. It seems that no matter what I do, it's not enough."

Chuxia's face was full of fatigue. She smiled at Jiang Shengnan and said, "Mom, grandpa is also my grandpa."

So there's no need to thank him. She should do all this. If someone else needs her help, she will also save them.

"I know. But your contribution cannot be erased."

Jiang Dajiu and the others also looked at Chuxia and thanked her solemnly.

Chuxia looked at a loss. At this time, Cen Zhengnian found hot water from somewhere and even bought a new cup.

He handed the enamel pot to Chuxia: "The water is a little hot."

Then he looked at Uncle Jiang and the others: "Has Grandpa come out?"

"Still observing."

Cen Zhengnian looked at Jiang Shengnan again, and reached out to touch Chuxia's head gently: "Chuxia is tired, Mom, I want to send her home to rest first." Jiang Shengnan

understood what Cen Zhengnian meant, and quickly said: "Yes, you should send Chuxia home to rest. And brother, we don't need so many people here, let's arrange the order to take care of Dad in the hospital. Old Cen and I are retired now, let's be the first." Uncle

Jiang has not retired yet, and Yang Mei has not retired either.

The two of them have long reached the age to retire, but the department will not let them go. The two are training successors, and they will retire after they are trained.

It was Jiang's second uncle who had already retired. Zhou Huaying was younger, but she was also over 55 years old. However, she was rehired by the school after retirement.

Jiang's eldest uncle and Yang Mei immediately said that they would be the second shift, and the ones behind them were arranged one by one. Chuxia and Cen Zhengnian were arranged at the end.

When Cen Zhengnian sent Chuxia home, Chuxia was exhausted because of the long operation time and she had been busy saving her grandfather. She leaned on the co-pilot seat and fell asleep without saying a few words.

Cen Zhengnian frowned slightly, and the heartache in his eyes was revealed. He wanted to hug Chuxia, but he was driving at the moment and couldn't hug her.

When they got home, Cen Zhengnian carried Chuxia to the bed but she didn't wake up.

He sat beside the bed, looking at Chuxia's sleeping face, combed her hair with his hands, leaned over and kissed her forehead lightly.

Grandpa Jiang lay in the intensive care unit for two days before waking up, and he still didn't come out. However, his old friends who were still alive learned about his illness and asked the younger generations to bring them to see him.

In fact, not many of Grandpa Jiang's friends are still alive.

It was at this time that Cen Huaian learned about his grandfather's illness. It was Cen Zhengnian who asked Hong Youxuan to bring him to him, and the adults in the training team could not enter.

Cen Huaian immediately asked for leave and came to the hospital.

The great-grandmother, who always had a cheerful face, was lying on the hospital bed, with a weak face, as if he was a different person. Cen Huaian's eyes immediately became moist.

"Great-grandmother, it's me, An'an, I'm here to see you."

Cen Huaian lay on the door of the intensive care unit, calling out to his great-grandmother, even though he knew Grandpa Jiang couldn't hear him.

Only one person is allowed to enter the intensive care unit a day, and he must wear strict protective clothing.

The main patient needs to be quiet, and the intensive care unit is staffed 24 hours a day. Family members can only visit once a day, and only two family members are allowed to visit, and they cannot enter at the same time.

Chuxia gently touched Cen Huaian's head from behind: "Your great-grandmother is fine. After he gets through this, he will live a very long time."

Cen Huaian lowered his head and wiped away his tears with force, and said "hmm".

It was Cen Huaian who entered the intensive care unit today.

He was wearing a strict isolation suit, sitting by Grandpa Jiang's bed, strictly following the doctor's instructions, not disturbing Grandpa Jiang's rest, and not saying a word.

He just looked at Grandpa Jiang like this, as if he wanted to deeply imprint Grandpa Jiang's appearance in his mind.

When the time came and the nurse reminded Cen Huaian to go out, Cen Huaian suddenly said, "Grandma, you must get better and watch me participate in the IMO competition."

Cen Huaian still went to Jinghua for training every day, and came to the hospital to see Grandpa Jiang every two nights.

Uncle Jiang felt that he was too tired, and there were adults like them in the hospital, so he let him study hard in the training team.

Cen Huaian insisted: "Visiting my great-grandmother will not affect my studies."

Hong Youxuan saw that Cen Huaian was becoming more and more silent and his whole state was not right. While taking care of the students in the training camp, he found a time to take him to the basketball court.

"Come, play a game with me." Hong Youxuan looked at Cen Huaian with a gentle smile, patting the ball in his hands.

Cen Huaian stared at the ball for a while before saying: "Okay."

The basketball was in the hands of the two people. Sometimes you grabbed the ball and I defended, and sometimes I grabbed the ball and you defended.

Neither of them gave in, and even used their bodies to collide. Cen Huaian played fiercely and wildly, and Hong Youxuan also let go of his previous gentleness and played with him freely.

In the end, neither Cen Huaian nor Hong Youxuan remembered how many goals each scored, or who won or lost.

The two of them played very hard, lying on the playground under the basketball hoop, watching the sunset with only a tail left, breathing heavily, and no one spoke.

After a long time, Hong Youxuan stood up and looked down at Cen Huaian, and stretched out his hand to him: "Are you feeling better now?"

Cen Huaian grabbed his hand and stood up, and said "hmm": "Thank you."

Only Hong Youxuan could see that his mood was not right. He was also one of the people who knew about Grandpa Jiang's situation and knew why he was not in a good state.

"Don't keep things in your heart, it will be better to vent them."

Cen Huaian nodded, and the two walked towards the cafeteria.

Fortunately, there are students in Jinghua during the winter vacation, and there is always food in the cafeteria, otherwise the two of them would have to wait for starvation.

Hang Ling also knew why Cen Huaian often asked for leave. Although he and Grandpa Jiang were not in the same circle, he also knew Grandpa Jiang's reputation.

"Are you the great-grandson of Mr. Jiang?"

Cen Huaian said "um".

Hang Ling readily approved his leave and went to see Grandpa Jiang with him.

At this time, Grandpa Jiang has been discharged from the reorganization and nursing unit and is staying in the hospital to recuperate.

His face is still pale, and his lips are bloodless.

Every time he sees An An coming over, it is his happiest time.

"An An."

"Grandma, this is my teacher."

Grandpa Jiang's voice was still weak: "I... know him." He spoke very slowly: "The leader of Chinese mathematics."

"Mr. Jiang."

Hang Ling put the things he brought on his bedside, and did not say anything else. He only talked about Cen Huaian's mathematical talent.

Grandpa Jiang loved to hear these the most. He liked the excellence of the younger generation. Of course, it didn't matter if they were not excellent, as long as their character could not be bad, he would love them all the same.

Apart from Cen Huaian's Go, Grandpa Jiang did not have any requirements for the younger generation. After all, they were of different generations, so he didn't need to worry about these. Grandpa

Jiang became exhausted after talking for a while.

Hang Ling said goodbye and left.

Cen Huaian stayed in the ward with Grandpa Jiang until he fell asleep before leaving.

In addition to going to work, Chuxia also comes to the hospital almost every day, bringing her specially prepared medicinal meals.

Grandpa Jiang's health is old, and there are not many ways in Chuxia, and he can only use some dietary therapy methods.

Under the careful care of everyone, Grandpa Jiang's health gradually recovered, and the doctor finally agreed to be discharged from the hospital.

However, after returning home, Grandpa Jiang also needs to rest well, not be tired, and can't touch the taboos at all.

Jiang Shengnan and Cen's father live directly in Grandpa Jiang's house to take care of him and supervise every meal.

Although everyone did not have a good New Year, Grandpa Jiang's recovery is the best New Year's gift.

At this time, Cen Huaian also ushered in the countdown of the training team.

In two days, when the teacher announced the fifteen selected students, the first round of intensive training would be over.

Everyone was very nervous and kept calculating the scores of each test in the intensive training team, especially those whose scores fluctuated.

Cen Huaian was as stable as ever, and his scores had never fallen out of the top three, so he was not very worried.