Professor Yan's two sons came to the sanatorium one after another, and also expressed their gratitude to their father's four disciples, although they have made small achievements in their respective fields, but compared to the wealth, even if they add three senior brothers, they are not as good as the junior brothers alone.

The check for this item is 110 million open, and anyone can only stare dryly.

On the second day after arriving at the nursing home, Lin Mo waved his hand again, filled out a check for 10 million yuan and stuffed it into his brother's hand.

After releasing the second-order powerful healing magic "Redemption of Light", and then seeing the precious technical materials left to him by Professor Yan, Lin Mo faintly sensed that with the teacher's age and physical state, it seemed that there was not much time left, otherwise he would not have recorded these crystallization of lifelong wisdom with such a sense of urgency.

After in-depth discussions with each other, several medical experts from the medical team vaguely reminded everyone to be mentally prepared when reporting on Professor Yan's physical condition.

What to prepare?

No one is stupid, one point is clear, even Professor Yan, who occasionally regains consciousness for a short time, knows it very well.

Even if Lin Mo spares no expense, the manpower is exhausted.

No matter how much nutrition is supplemented and drugs are injected, it is difficult to stop the natural failure of human organs and tissues.

Birth, old age, sickness and death are cruel laws of nature that extraordinary people can prevent.

The families of the two sons are also rushing here one after another, for fear of missing the last meeting.

After accumulating with all his might for three days, Lin Mo finally regained enough light battle qi and once again released the salvation of light.

After this release, it did not achieve the effect of the previous time at all, and Professor Yan did not regain consciousness quickly and was still asleep.

"Compared with the last data, it is not much improved."

Dr. Xu Bo shook his head at Lin Mo.

Perhaps Professor Yan's body has become resistant or that there is not much life potential left that can be stimulated, and the effect of "Redemption of Light" has been greatly weakened.

Dr. Xu Bo, who accepted the hush money, kept his promise, not mentioning anything about what he saw, as if nothing had happened, but only becoming more attentive and serious about his work.

Once again, it was filled with a high-concentration solution of glucose powder mixed with salt with a strange taste. Lin Mo gasped and looked at the teacher on the hospital bed unwillingly, and said in a deep voice: "Even if there is a glimmer of opportunity, don't give up."

This spirit of perseverance is like a maxim of fighter pilots, as long as there is still altitude, you can't give up easily.

"Okay, I'll do my best."

Dr. Xu Bo shook his head again helplessly, as the most experienced expert in the industry, he and several other colleagues had secretly obtained a rough prediction result.

The old man really didn't have much time left.

In order not to be angry with these employers with very rich backgrounds, the experts can only tell them the results of the consultation little by little, and do their best to maintain the status quo of the elderly.

But after handing over the contents of the safe to Lin Mo. Professor Yan Guoqiang seems to have completely let go of all his worries and burdens, and after losing his persistence, his condition has recurred, the effect of optical therapy has dropped sharply, and every limited sobriety has become his most cherished time.

Before this coming final moment, the apprentices, their children, and the loveliest grandchildren are all around. What a happy thing this is, the old man always brings a look of relief and happiness, so that his family and disciples hold his hand tightly and feel the warmth of family affection.

He has no regrets.

Lin Mo, who had been guarding the villa for nearly half a month, became more and more sinking, and the words and deeds of the experts and nurses reminded them more and more of a truth.

Suddenly, there was a cry from upstairs.

"What's wrong? What happened?"

Lin Mo reflexively jumped up from the couch, pricked up his ears to listen to the movement upstairs, and rushed to the stairs.

The faces of the second senior brother and the third senior brother who stood up immediately became very ugly.

"It's About Time"

Dr. Xu Bo came down from the upper floor. With a long sigh, he nodded helplessly to the people in the living room.

Shi Yongfeng and Wang Jinfa seemed to have received an invisible blow, their bodies shook, their faces suddenly turned pale, their eyes immediately turned red, and moisture floated.

"Really?"

Lin Mo stared at the other party tightly, although he had been mentally prepared, once the reality came, it was always so unacceptable.

"Injections of adrenal hormones and ATP (adenosine triphosphate) have begun. You still have plenty of time. ”

This is already the last resort of human science. Dr. Xu Bo, who was accustomed to seeing life and death, pursed his lips vigorously, and was also quite sad.

Shi Yongfeng and Wang Jinfa glanced at each other. Immediately rushed upstairs.

Lin Mo whispered at the moment when he passed by Dr. Xu Bo: "Thank you"

During this period of time, this medical doctor was quite conscientious, using whatever was good for Professor Yan, and the treatment plan was thorough and rigorous, not only for the sake of the huge check, but also based on the professional quality of the doctor.

"It's my duty"

Dr. Xu Bo turned around and nodded.

All the nurses stood outside the ward, and when they saw Lin Mo and them coming, they all bowed and apologized as much as they could.

The wards were already packed, and doctors and nurses no longer reminded others to let patients rest.

Everyone knows that this is the last time for the old man.

The main role of glucocorticoids in adrenal hormones is "emergency", with anti-inflammatory, anti-toxin, anti-shock, anti-allergic and other effects, while epinephrine and norepinephrine can excite the heart, constrict blood vessels, raise blood pressure, and save shock.

When human beings return to light, under the control of the cerebral cortex, they will urge the adrenal glands to secrete various hormones, so that people can turn from a coma to a clear mind, restore their ability to speak and even eat.

Adenosine triphosphate (ATP) is an important energy substance derived from cells, and in the face of emergency and danger, ATP will be quickly converted into adenosine diphosphate (ADP), as if like nuclear fission, releasing huge energy to restore the vitality of various organs in the body in their heyday.

These two elements constitute the swan song of human beings in the last moment of life, "return to the light", and the doctor injected Professor Yan with these substances in order to prolong the time to explain the aftermath, and try his best to drag his life to the last moment, without any regrets.

The cries in the ward came and went as fast as they came. Everyone's faces suppressed their emotions, but they didn't show it anymore, but there was a deep sadness in the air.

I don't know if it was the effect of medicine or "returning to the light", Professor Yan, who had been lying on the hospital bed weakly, sat up unexpectedly, with a strange blood color on his face, and spoke to his family in a quiet but clear voice.

The original dense electrode patches have been removed, and there are still two small glass bottles on the infusion shelf that are still doing their final work.

The old man seemed to be in good spirits at the last moments, as if he was about to go on a long journey. was explaining to his two sons, as well as his grandchildren, and then said a few words to Lin Mo's three senior brothers, patted the apprentice with his thin arm, and comforted him with a smile.

"Professor Mi, how much time do I have left?"

Professor Yan didn't seem to be asking about his own life that had entered the countdown. Instead, I'm asking what time it is in the afternoon.

A gray-haired medical expert glanced at the timer in his hand and said in a low voice, "Twenty minutes to go."

This is already the limit, don't look at the two small bottles on the infusion stand are so inconspicuous, but the value of the liquid input per second is even more than 10,000 yuan, which is completely money for time, really 10,000 gold per second.

Professor Mi and the other members of the medical team were in an extremely heavy mood, and watching a life pass away in front of their eyes seemed very cruel at this time.

"Thank you"

Professor Yan nodded to the other party, as if he had already explained everything. Finally, he moved his gaze to Lin Mo, who was standing at the outermost part of the crowd, "Can Xiao Mo go out for a walk with me?" Uh, I need a wheelchair."

Although his mental and physical strength has recovered a lot, it is still not enough to lift his legs, which have been lying for a long time and are somewhat stiff.

Everyone immediately moved out of the way, which was the old man's last wish.

The nurses immediately pushed the wheelchair over, and Lin Mo hurriedly put Professor Yan, who had almost no weight, on the wheelchair with a blanket, hung up the infusion bottle, and then gently wrapped the blanket around the teacher's skinny body.

The wheelchair was gently pushed out of the room. Things that were not allowed in the past for the sake of the patient's health. Now there are no restrictions at all.

There was a small elevator in the villa, which easily allowed Lin Mo to push Professor Yan outside.

The road was flat, but still a bit bumpy. Lin Mo's left-hand watch separated two inconspicuous silver threads and quickly sank into the wheelchair, which quietly floated slightly, and the push became extremely smooth without a trace of vibration.

Today was not a good day, the sky was overcast and heavy clouds stretched into the sky.

"You guys are right here, let Xiao Mo accompany me one last time."

Taking a hard breath of the fresh air full of negative ions that he had not seen for a long time, Professor Yan felt the inexplicable heat coming from Lin Mo's hands, moistening his body like water, it was a feeling of déjà vu.

"Teacher"

"Dad"

The three senior brothers and Professor Yan's two sons choked up.

"Singing about wine, what is life? For example, the morning dew is bitter in the past."

Professor Yan shook his head and nodded towards Lin Mo.

Since he has no regrets in this life, he doesn't want to hear the sad voices of his children and apprentices anymore, so it is better to leave quietly and chicly.

With the old man's chanting, Lin Mo pushed the wheelchair and walked away.

This sanatorium is surrounded by mountains and has a beautiful scenery.

The villas were just near the top of the mountain, and the direction Lin Mo chose was the top of a cliff where you could see the mountains.

"Xiao Mo, you've worked hard these days."

Professor Yan's tone was meaningful.

Although he was in a coma most of the time, he knew exactly what Lin Mo had done.

"That's what I'm supposed to do."

With a heartbeat, Lin Mo lowered his head, quietly tidied up the blanket for the teacher, and tightened it slightly.

The teacher must have noticed it, but Lin Mo was not worried at all that he would be exposed.

"I have a dream, every fighter I design will be able to fly into the sky, I have a dream, our fighters will be able to withstand the challenge of any enemy, I have a dream, China's aviation industry will never be controlled by others, foreigners can only look up with awe, I have a dream"

Professor Yan stared at the scenery in the distance and muttered to himself. (To be continued)

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