The pen in the dean's hand fell to the ground.

This patient just came, and he didn't get the case, so naturally he couldn't give Ying Zijin.

As a result, Ying Zijin just looked at it like this and came to a conclusion directly?!

And hearing this, the middle-aged man in a wheelchair grabbed the handle and was shocked: "You-"

Even the Miss Qingjia he met abroad came to this conclusion after checking his body.

The middle-aged man's expression changed completely, he supported the wheelchair, stood up tremblingly, and bowed to the girl.

The young man was shocked by his action: "Dad? ”

"Divine doctor, I'm sorry." The middle-aged man was very ashamed, "It's because my vision is too low, I misunderstood you, and I still said that kind of thing to you, I'm really sorry." ”

He has a bad temper and is very proud, but he changes his mistakes.

The dean wiped his sweat and was finally able to speak: "Miss Ying, I haven't introduced it yet, this is Professor Ji Feng, this is his son, Ji Qinglin." ”

"Hmm." Ying Zijin bowed slightly, "You are radiation, where have you been before?" ”

Her ability to calculate has not yet recovered, but she has relied on her ability to practice medicine for many years.

Ji Feng was even more ashamed when he heard her ask.

He didn't expect that he would say so, and she would be willing to heal him.

"Divine doctor, my dad was a national researcher, and now he is retired." Ji Qinglin thought for a while and frowned, "If there is any radiation, it should be twenty-three years ago, but how can it be ...... now?"

When Ji Feng was diagnosed with stomach cancer, it was this year.

It's just that it's late, and the cancer is terminal.

Even if it is radiation, how can it be hidden for twenty-three years?

"Nothing surprising." Ying Zijin said lightly, "The world is so big, there are no surprises, and anything can happen." ”

"Is it really radiation?" Ji Feng seemed to have thought of something, and frowned, "But I was so far away at that time......"

He remembered very well that all the people in the central area had passed away within a few months.

He was far away, and although he was certainly irradiated, it wasn't much.

So after the experiment, there was nothing wrong with his body.

It's this year, no.

If it weren't for Ying Zijin saying this, Ji Feng wouldn't have thought about it twenty-three years ago.

Ying Zijin raised his eyes: "Stretch out your hand." ”

Ji Feng was very honest now, and obediently stretched out his hand.

Ying Zijin glanced at his lifeline and raised his eyebrows: "It's lucky." ”

The longevity shown by this lifeline is eighty years old.

Ji Feng is fifty-three this year, and he still has twenty-seven years to live.

But only if his cancer can be cured.

However, advanced cancer is a fatal disease, and there is no cure at all.

Moreover, Ji Feng has been delaying for too long.

Because of the radiation, the stomach cancer he suffered from was different from ordinary stomach cancer.

"Miracle Doctor." Ji Feng was very nervous, "Is there any salvation?" ”

To be alive, no one wants to die.

But he didn't have much hope either.

"You have too many cancer cells in your body." Ying Zijin groaned for a while, "I can give you a longer life, the pain can't be completely removed, it can only be reduced, you have to endure until you are 80 years old." ”

Ji Feng's expression perked up: "Can I live to 80?" ”

Even the Miss Qingjia he met only said that he could live for another six years.

It's just that she was in a hurry, and they just left a contact information.

Ji Feng learned that there was a miracle doctor in Shaoren Hospital, so he came over to take a look.

Ji Qinglin was also taken aback.

After Ji Feng was diagnosed with advanced stomach cancer, he went to all the hospitals at home and abroad, and there was nothing he could do.

The dean was even more shocked: "Miss Ying, can terminal cancer be saved?" ”

At the age of 80, some people will die at this age.

"It can't be regarded as cured, it can only be regarded as suppression." Ying Zijin stood up, "Go to the operating room." ”

When she left Norton University, she took some alchemy materials with her.

Just right, it can be used on Ji Feng.

Ji Qinglin hurriedly pushed Ji Feng over, and the dean hurriedly followed.

**

Two hours later, the operation ended.

When Ying Zijin returned home, it was already half past eight in the evening.

"I'm back." Wen Fengmian was reading the newspaper, and after hearing the movement, he raised his head and smiled, "It's cold, Dad cooked you soup, come and drink some." ”

"Dad." Ying Zijin walked over, thought about it, and spoke, "I saw a patient today. ”

"See a doctor?" Wen Fengmian was a little disapproving, and was still very worried, "Young, you still have to study and participate in competitions, don't do this kind of thing, it's not good to be too tired." ”

A lot of changes have taken place in Ying Zijin's body, and Wen Fengmian naturally can't notice it.

But he didn't ask.

He knew it was his daughter, and that didn't change, and that was enough.

"Occasionally." Ying Zijin scooped up a bowl of soup, put it in front of Wen Fengmian, and was silent for a moment, "Dad, I found the same symptoms in him as you." ”

When she examined Wen Fengmian's body, she found that Wen Fengmian not only had asthma, but also had cancerous changes in her stomach.

is exactly the same as Ji Feng's situation.

But fortunately, when she woke up, Wen Fengmian was still early stomach cancer, which was very convenient to treat.

This is also the main reason why she will treat Ji Feng.

Wen Fengmian's hand paused, and he slowly raised his head: "Such a coincidence? ”

He was also silent for a while, and then asked, "What is the name of the person you healed?" ”

"Ji Feng." Ying Zijin took a sip of soup, "He's a professor." ”

Hearing this somewhat familiar name, Wen Fengmian was stunned, and had a feeling that it was like the next day: "It's him." ”

"Dad." Ying Zijin looked at him, "If there is anything, you don't have to worry, and I'm here." ”

Wen Fengmian's body trembled and smiled: "Dad knows." ”

When his wife left with her eldest daughter, he was not without a blow and was depressed for a long time.

But Heaven gave him another daughter.

He has nothing to regret.

What happened before, just let it pass.

He didn't want to dwell on it anymore.

Wen Fengmian returned to the bedroom, and it happened that Wen Tinglan called him on a video call.

"Dad."

The boy in the picture is wearing a Norton University uniform, his posture is tall, and his facial expressions are much more vivid.

The psychological disorder that used to be completely cured has also been completely cured.

At first, Wen Fengmian was a little worried that Wen Tinglan was alone in a foreign country, but then he was relieved.

Norton University is indeed a great place to go.

After Wen Fengmian listened to Wen Tinglan tell him what happened at school, he asked again: "The more you heal, how is the course?" Is it difficult? ”

Hearing this question, Wen Tinglan was silent for a while: "It's all good." ”

Wen Tinglan really didn't dare to say to Wen Fengmian, he just followed his brothers and sisters to make a small new technology weapon, and when he was experimenting with the power of the weapon, he blew up the laboratory.

But the brothers and sisters were very calm, patted him on the shoulder and said that it was very common.

He also said that the brothers and sisters don't know how many of them have been blown up, and you only have one, and you still need to work hard.

It's just that the money for repairing the laboratory has to be deducted from their scholarship, which is a bit inhumane.

Fortunately, Norton University is very wealthy, and as a student of SS-level colleges, he not only has food and shelter, but also receives a scholarship of $100,000 a month.

Wen Tinglan now finally understands why his sister would make him mentally prepared before sending him on the plane.

This psychological impact is somewhat large.

Norton University is indeed a carnival paradise for genius and madmen.

**

The other side.

After Pei Tianyi finished a day's scientific research, he returned to his hotel room.

He pressed his eyebrows tiredly, turned on his computer, and logged into a forum called "NOK".

This is the account given to him by his mentor, saying that there are many strange people in this forum, and he can browse when he has time.

Of course, Pei Tianyi can only look at the homepage, and he can't get into the hidden section.

Users who have entered the hidden section from the homepage, for so many years, there are no more than a hundred.

After all, not everyone can enter the Hidden Alliance.

However, there are also occasional big guys who run to the homepage in a panic to see what fun things are there.

At first, Pei Tianyi didn't think there was anything special about this forum at all, and he even didn't like the black tone.

But a while ago, he sent a bounty with the attitude of giving it a try, and someone really helped him solve it.

Pei Tianyi sent the Middle English literature he wanted to translate and set a reward.

There are five documents in total, one of which is 50,000.

But after an hour, no one answered.

Pei Tianyi twisted his eyebrows and raised the reward amount to one million.

If you know Middle English, it only takes ten minutes to translate these documents.

He is not short of money, and Elan College invests billions of dollars in the laboratory every year.

It would be of great help to him if he could translate this document.

Although the bounty was raised to such a high number, after ten minutes, there was still no one to answer.

Pei Tianyi was very irritable, but this was also in his expectation.

In these documents, there is not only Middle English, but also a large number of Old English words.

There are still people who understand Middle English, but Old English is really gone.

Just as he was about to quit the NOK forum, a box popped up in the system.

Pei Tianyi's eyes were stunned and he saw clearly.

[The guide has accepted your bounty.] 】

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Brother Fu, you are such a scheming man :)

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