After receiving a call from his wife, He Yaohua temporarily left his official duties and hurried to the military hospital.
"...Tiantian had a lot of nosebleeds again and fell into a coma!"
Seeing her daughter being sent to the emergency room, Wu Zhuoya finally let out a sigh of relief.
But her hands were still shaking slightly, and her mind was filled with images of her daughter covered in blood.
She stared blankly at the door of the emergency room for a long time before telling her husband, "Also, there are some things in the drawer of Tiantian's desk. Go and take a look!"
"Huh?" He Yaohua was stunned for a moment, asking him to see what was in his daughter's desk.
Originally, hearing his wife's solemn tone on the phone, He Yaohua thought something serious had happened.
Of course, it is not a trivial matter for my daughter to be admitted to the hospital due to illness.
However, He Yaohua understands his wife, she is not a person who only cares about her family.
Even if the family house is on fire, his wife will not easily call him back from work.
But today, his wife just did this and urged her so urgently. He Yaohua's first reaction was: It must have something to do with work!
But, but——
Why would his wife let him look for something in his daughter's desk drawer?
If it were other children, even He Weihong and He Yaohua who were still in college would not think it was too ridiculous.
He Tiantian?
My little daughter has just been brought back from the countryside.
He Yaohua didn't mean to look down on his own daughter, but He Tiantian's conditions were right there.
I only attended elementary school for a few years and was barely illiterate.
I don't care about serious things on weekdays, except eating and drinking, just eating and drinking.
The little girl doesn't seem to care much about anyone or anything. Her eyes will shine only when she sees meat and money.
He Yaohua racked his brains and couldn't think of anything that would have anything to do with his daughter's work.
"I can't explain a word or two clearly. You should go and see for yourself!"
Wu Zhuoya rubbed her eyebrows. Her own brain was a little confused and she couldn't analyze it logically and clearly with her wife.
Besides, Wu Zhuoya is not a professional after all. Although she thinks the things on those manuscripts are important, she has no evidence.
For professional matters, let professionals do it.
Thinking of this, Wu Zhuoya added, "Is Lao Xu here? If he has time, let him take a look."
"Old Xu? He is busy repairing those drawings."
After finally grabbing some information from the ashes, in the past few days, numerous engineers and technicians in the factory have been "rescuing" it without eating or sleeping.
"Then let the guards come back and take a look." Wu Zhuoya thought for a while and then suggested.
Perhaps it was He Yaohua who changed his career to a military factory. For more than ten years, He Weijun had been exposed to it and developed a strong interest in the military industry.
When he was in college, he applied for the Department of Mechanical Engineering. After graduation, he was assigned to work in a factory. Now he is a technician, studying with veteran engineers like Lao Xu.
"...Okay!" Although he still didn't quite understand what his wife meant, based on his understanding of her, He Yaohua believed that his wife was not innocent.
Someone went to the factory to call He Weijun home. He Yaohua looked at the emergency room with the door closed and knew that his daughter would not be able to come out for a while, so he hurried home.
"Dad, the teacher is busy right now. Why are you asking me to go home in such a hurry?"
He Weijun rushed into the house quickly, and as soon as he reached the living room, he shouted urgently.
He Yaohua had already arrived at the small bedroom on the second floor one step ahead. He opened the drawer and took out the drawings carefully arranged by Wu Zhuoya.
After unfolding it and reading only the first page, He Yaohua's eyes suddenly lit up.
He was a layman, but he had stayed in the factory all year round and listened to the discussions every day by the old engineers and Soviet experts, so he had listened to some of it.
He also knows some keywords or iconic graphics.
Especially these two days, when he squatted in the conference room and watched a group of technicians tinkering, he was really impressed.
Now that he saw more complete graphics and formulas, his hands were shaking a little.
He eagerly turned over the drawings and looked at them one by one.
At this moment, He Weijun's loud voice rang out.
He Yaohua suddenly felt that help was coming, and hurriedly shouted, "Weijun, come quickly, I'm in Tiantian's room!"
"Dad, okay, what are you doing in the sweet house?"
He Weijun muttered as he climbed up to the second floor.
"Hey, that's not right. My mother said during dinner in the morning that Tiantian will almost be discharged from the hospital today. What? She hasn't been discharged from the hospital yet?"
Although He Weijun didn't really like this sister who had embarrassed the family, she was still a close relative and he was very concerned when he saw her lying unconscious on the hospital bed.
If there hadn't been too much going on in the factory recently, He Weijun would have taken leave and gone with his mother to pick up his little sister.
"Tiantian got sick again and was sent to the military hospital by your mother and Wei Hong!"
He Yaohua said quickly, and then urged, "You kid, don't worry about talking about this, come in quickly!"
"Are you sick again? Is my little sister okay?"
He Weijun was shocked. What happened to his sister? Could it be that she had some incurable disease?
Why did he fall ill again just after he was discharged from the hospital?
And he was sent directly to the military hospital?!
He Weijun was muttering in his heart, but he still ran in three steps at a time.
After entering the door, he was about to continue asking, but he saw his father holding a stack of drawings and looking at them endlessly.
"What's this?"
Maybe he saw something related to his major. He Weijun was very curious, asked casually, and came over to check it out together.
"Huh? This, this is the structure diagram of the R-type missile? And the calculation formula?"
He Weijun originally wanted to continue asking his sister what happened, but when he saw these information, his eyes widened.
The whole person became very excited. He really forgot about his dignity. He grabbed the drawing from his father and studied it bit by bit. "Oh my god, this is what this data looks like in its entirety?"
"There is also this figure. Teacher Xu was worried just now. He said that it was half burned and it would be difficult to completely restore it!"
"Hey, even this? Oh my god, oh my god, where did this come from?"
"Dad, Comrade He, this is a real treasure. Hey, why are these good blueprints stained with blood?"
He Weijun flipped through the pages quickly, exclaiming in surprise as he read.
When he saw the last few pictures and found that there were blood stains on them, he couldn't help but frown.
"...Dad, could it be that the comrades on the secret front brought it back? There were bloodshed and sacrifices for this?"
He Weijun, who was very imaginative, came up with such a guess.
However, he soon discovered that his guess was not reliable.
Because he studied it carefully and found that the blood stains were very bright in color, as if they had just been stained.
Could it be that something big happened in their He family?
He Weijun has already begun to brainstorm a wonderful spy movie that will last no less than 120 minutes.
When He Yaohua heard He Weijun's exclamation, the excitement on his face slowly faded, replaced by an indescribable depth and worry.
He had a vague guess, and said quietly, "These drawings were found in Tiantian's desk, and just an hour ago, Tiantian had a nosebleed, fell unconscious, and was sent to the military hospital!"
Therefore, the blood on these drawings is most likely left by He Tiantian.
"Tiantian? She, she—" He Weijun's face was filled with disbelief.
He looked down at the drawings, then looked up at He Yaohua, trying to see some clues on his father's face.
However, there was no trace of joking on He Yaohua's dark and thin face.
He Weijun himself also knew that their old man was the most upright and stubborn person.
Even if I feel sorry for He Tiantian, I will not resort to fraud to add any merit to my daughter.
So...this information is really related to He Tiantian?
Suddenly, He Weijun, who likes to speculate, once again boldly guessed, "Dad, are you saying that Tiantian goes to the small foreign house every day not just to eat and drink, but to get these materials?"
Because the most complete information is only available to Soviet experts living in small foreign-style buildings.
Rather than saying that He Tiantian obtained the information on his own, He Weijun believed in the possibility that "He Tiantian peeked at the notes of Soviet experts and then wrote them out silently."
Although, the latter is also incredible.
After all, this is not just a few sentences or numbers, but more than a dozen pieces of data, formulas and precise graphics.
For example, like He Weijun, a top student who claims to have graduated from a professional university, even if he has read the original information and wants to copy it 150%, it is impossible.
But, but...the information is right in front of him, and He Weijun is very familiar with some of the data that he has been working on for several days with the teacher.
He was very sure that the information in his hand was correct, very detailed and complete.
"Your mother said that when Tiantian was hospitalized last time, she once said, 'Excessive use of the brain leads to malnutrition.'"
He Yaohua also thought of this possibility. He sighed quietly, "It's just that your mother didn't think much about it at that time, so she didn't take Tiantian's words to heart."
Therefore, when the doctor said that He Tiantian was severely malnourished, Wu Zhuoya was very puzzled.
But seeing such a scene again today, and getting valuable information that would never appear under normal circumstances, Wu Zhuoya suddenly remembered this sentence.
She even had some speculations in her mind: He Tiantian's brain might be unique from ordinary people.
She usually likes to eat good food so much, not because she is really greedy, but because her body needs nutrition.
"Ah? Is this still the case? Does my little sister have a photographic memory?"
He Weijun was a little dumbfounded. Even with his huge imagination, he couldn't think of any too magical possibilities.
The gods he knew were probably the ones mentioned in novels who had photographic memory and knew things from birth.
"It's possible, but further verification is needed!"
He Yaohua is a staunch materialist, so he does not believe in ghosts and gods, but only believes in science.
He Tiantian has been sent to the military hospital, and he believes that his wife will arrange some examinations for their little daughter.
In addition, after Tiantian wakes up, you can also ask her directly.
However, before that, He Yaohua had to repeatedly verify the authenticity of this information.
"Let's go! Get these materials and let's go back to the factory quickly and let Lao Xu and the others screen them carefully!"
He Yaohua acted resolutely, gave orders, and strode out of the house.
He Weijun hurriedly followed.
In the hospital on the other side, He Tiantian was tested for glucose again.
At Wu Zhuoya's strong request, the doctor also added some nutritional injections.
You must know that in this era, Western medicine is in short supply, and nutritional injections are even rarer.
Wu Zhuoya rarely relied on connections and found old comrades to get a spot for He Tiantian.
Seeing the milky white liquid pouring into He Tiantian's veins, her complexion gradually improved, and Wu Zhuoya let out a long breath.
My daughter is indeed malnourished, and the reason why she is like this is because she is overusing her brain.
Wow, she really wronged her daughter in the past. She actually thought her daughter was greedy and shameful.
She, she is really not a good mother, she is too sorry for Tiantian.
Wu Zhuoya secretly blamed herself, she stayed in front of the bed, gently held He Tiantian's hand, and stayed with her silently.
"Mom, will my little sister be okay?"
Seeing that the little girl was pushed out of the emergency room, came to the ward, and was successfully put on a sling bottle, He Weihong's tense spirit relaxed a little.
She was really frightened today. Until now, her legs were a little weak.
Sitting sideways on the hospital bed, He Weihong looked at her sister's thin appearance and whispered.
"No, Tiantian will be fine!"
Wu Zhuoya said firmly, but she didn't know whether she was answering He Weihong or comforting herself.
"She is just malnourished. As long as she is supplemented with nutrition, she will wake up!"
"Yeah!"
Wu Zhuoya murmured to herself, and suddenly she seemed to have unlocked some code, and said eagerly to He Weihong: "Quick, go and bring the meat porridge from home."
"By the way, you go to your dad and your brother and try to get some meat tickets to buy meat. Buy a lot of meat!"
"Tiantian said she wants to eat red pork!"
"Even if she can't eat now, you can still make meat porridge for her!"
"There is also milk powder. I remember that the logistics department of the factory also has some milk powder prepared for experts. I asked your dad to find a way to get them all for Tiantian!"
Woohoo, her Tiantian has long wanted to drink milk, eat bread and barbecue.
Only experts who come to help the construction of China are qualified to eat such good food.
But they are sweet and more qualified!
Tiantian almost made herself sick from exhaustion!
And those experts were so well taken care of by the factory that they evacuated when told to evacuate without giving any discounts.
Well, although evacuation is not the original intention of experts.
Wu Zhuoya is just venting her anger.
Her family, Tiantian, went directly to the hospital in order to get those information. As a mother, Wu Zhuoya felt really distressed and guilty.
Especially when she thought about how everyone, including the couple, had wronged Tiantian in the past, Wu Zhuoya felt even more ashamed.
"...Mom, I know you feel sorry for Tiantian, but, but -"
Meat tickets are easy to say, if you try to get them together, you can always get them.
But milk powder and the like are special supplies reserved for experts.
Although the experts are gone, those things cannot be used easily.
My father has been adhering to principles for half his life. Even if he feels sorry for his children, he will not violate the rules.
"Just go, my Tiantian is so pitiful, she is not greedy, she, she is overusing her brain!"
As long as that information is verified to be true and valid, Tiantian will be a hero of their factory and even the country.
The hero wants to eat something good to replenish his brain, what’s wrong?!
If that old-fashioned He Yaohua talks about principles and disciplines to her again, she will go to the old chief for comment...
