The pen in the director's hand fell to the ground.
This patient had just arrived. He hadn't even gotten the medical record, so naturally, he couldn't give it to Ying Zijin.
In the end, Ying Zijin came to a conclusion just by looking at it?!
Upon hearing this, the middle-aged man in the wheelchair grabbed the handle tightly and was extremely shocked. "You —"
Even Miss Qingjia, who he met overseas, came to this conclusion after examining his body.
The middle-aged man's expression completely changed. He held the wheelchair and stood up shakily, bowing to the girl.
The young man was shocked by his action. "Dad?"
"Miracle Doctor, I'm sorry." The middle-aged man was very ashamed. "I was too short-sighted and misunderstood you. I even said those words to you. I'm really very sorry."
He had a bad temper and was very arrogant, but he knew his mistake and corrected it.
The director wiped his sweat and could finally speak. "Miss Ying, I haven't introduced you yet. This is Professor Ji Feng, and this is his son, Ji Qinglin."
"Mm." Ying Zijin nodded slightly. "You're suffering from radiation. Where have you been in the past?"
Her fortune-telling ability hadn't recovered yet. She was just relying on her many years of practicing medicine.
When Ji Feng heard her question, he was even more ashamed.
He didn't expect that she would still be willing to treat him after he said that.
"Miracle Doctor, my dad was once a national researcher, but he's retired now." Ji Qinglin thought for a moment and frowned. "If there was any radiation, it should have been 23 years ago. How could it be now …"
When Ji Feng was diagnosed with stomach cancer, it was this year.
However, it was already late. The cancer was in the terminal stage.
Even if it was radiation, how could it be hidden for 23 years?
"There's nothing to be surprised about," Ying Zijin said lightly. "The world is big, and there are all kinds of strange things. Anything can happen."
"Is it really caused by radiation?" Ji Feng seemed to have thought of something and frowned. "But I was so far away at that time …"
He remembered very clearly that the people in the central area all passed away within a few months.
He was far away. Although he was definitely affected by the radiation, it wasn't much.
Therefore, after the experiment ended, his body didn't have any problems.
But this year, he couldn't do it.
If it weren't for Ying Zijin's words, Ji Feng wouldn't have thought about what happened twenty-three years ago.
Ying Zijin looked up. "Stretch out your hand."
This time, Ji Feng was very well-behaved and obediently stretched out his hand.
Ying Zijin glanced at his lifeline and raised her eyebrows. "You're lucky."
The lifespan displayed by this lifeline was eighty years.
Ji Feng was fifty-three years old and had twenty-seven years left to live.
But the premise was that his cancer could be cured.
However, late-stage cancer was a fatal disease. There was no medicine that could cure it.
Moreover, Ji Feng had delayed for too long.
Because of the radiation, his stomach cancer was different from normal stomach cancer.
"Godly Doctor." Ji Feng was very nervous. "Is there a cure?"
No one wanted to die if they could live.
But he didn't have much hope.
"There are too many cancer cells in your body." Ying Zijin pondered for a moment. "I can extend your lifespan, but I can't completely remove the pain. I can only reduce it. You have to endure until you're 80 years old."
Ji Feng's expression changed. "I can live until 80?"
Even Miss Qingjia, who he met, only said that she could let him live for another six years.
But she was in a hurry, so they only left her with a contact number.
Ji Feng learned that there was a godly doctor in Shaoren Hospital, so he came to take a look.
Ji Qinglin was also taken aback.
After Ji Feng was diagnosed with late-stage stomach cancer, he went to all the hospitals in the country and abroad, but there was no way.
The director was even more shocked. "Miss Ying, there's a cure for late-stage cancer?"
80 years old. Some people died of old age.
"It can't be considered a cure. It can only be considered a suppression." Ying Zijin stood up. "Let's go to the operating theater."
When she left Norton University, she took some alchemy materials with her.
It just so happened that they could be used on Ji Feng.
Ji Qinglin hurriedly pushed Ji Feng over, and the director hurriedly followed.
**
Two hours later, the surgery ended.
When Ying Zijin returned home, it was already 8: 30 pm.
"Yaoyao, you're back." Wen Fengmian was reading the newspaper. When he heard the noise, he looked up and smiled. "The weather is cold. Dad made some soup for you. Come and drink some."
"Dad." Ying Zijin walked over, thought for a while, and said, "I saw a patient today."
"See a patient?" Wen Fengmian disagreed and was worried. "Yaoyao, you still have to study and participate in the competition. Don't do this kind of thing. It's not good to be too tired."
There was a big change in Ying Zijin's body, and Wen Fengmian naturally noticed it.
But he didn't ask.
He knew that this was his daughter, and this hadn't changed. That was enough.
"It's just occasionally." Ying Zijin scooped a bowl of soup and placed it in front of Wen Fengmian. After a moment of silence, she said, "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 cancer in his stomach.
His situation was exactly the same as Ji Feng's.
But fortunately, when she woke up, Wen Fengmian had early-stage stomach cancer, and it was easy to treat.
This was also the main reason why she treated Ji Feng.
Wen Fengmian's hand paused, and he slowly looked up. "What a coincidence."
He also fell silent. After a while, he asked, "Yaoyao, what's the name of the person you treated?"
"Ji Feng." Ying Zijin drank a mouthful of soup. "He's a professor."
Hearing this familiar name, Wen Fengmian was stunned. It felt like a day had passed. "It's him."
"Dad." Ying Zijin looked at him. "If anything happens, you don't have to worry. I'm here."
Wen Fengmian's body trembled, and he smiled. "Dad knows."
When his wife left with his eldest daughter, it wasn't that he didn't suffer a blow, and he was depressed for a long time.
But God gave him another daughter.
He had nothing to regret.
Let bygones be bygones.
He didn't want to be entangled anymore.
When Wen Fengmian returned to the bedroom, Wen Tinglan happened to video call him.
"Dad."
The young man in the video was wearing the Norton University's uniform. He was tall and straight, and his facial expression was much more lively.
The psychological barrier that he once had was completely healed.
In the beginning, Wen Fengmian was a little worried about Wen Tinglan being alone in a foreign country, but he was relieved later.
Norton University was indeed a very good place to go.
Wen Fengmian listened to Wen Tinglan tell him what happened at school and asked, "Yuyu, how's the curriculum? Is it difficult? "
Hearing this question, Wen Tinglan was silent for a moment. "It's all good."
Wen Tinglan really didn't dare to tell Wen Fengmian that he and his seniors were making a small new technological weapon. When they were testing the power of the weapon, they blew up the laboratory.
But his seniors were very calm. They patted him on the shoulder and said that this was very common.
They even said that they didn't know how many of their seniors had blown up. You only blew up one, and you still need to work harder.
However, the money to repair the laboratory was deducted from their scholarship. This was a little inhumane.
Fortunately, Norton University was very rich. As a student of an SS-ranked school, not only did they provide food and accommodation, but they also received a scholarship of 100,000 USD every month.
Wen Tinglan finally understood why his sister told him to be mentally prepared before sending him on the plane.
This was a big psychological blow.
Norton University was indeed a carnival paradise for geniuses and lunatics.
**
On the other side.
After Pei Tianyi finished a day of research, he returned to his hotel room.
He pressed the space between his eyebrows tiredly, turned on his computer, and logged into a forum called "NOK".
This was an account given to him by his mentor. He said that there were many strange people in this forum and that he could visit it when he had time.
Of course, Pei Tianyi could only look at the front page. He couldn't enter the hidden section.
After so many years, there were less than 100 users who entered the hidden section from the front page.
After all, not everyone could enter the Hidden Alliance.
But occasionally, there would be many big shots who would run to the front page to see if there was anything interesting.
At first, Pei Tianyi didn't feel that there was anything special about this forum. He even didn't like the color black.
But a while ago, he posted a reward with an attitude of giving it a try. Someone really helped him solve it.
Pei Tianyi posted the Middle English documents that he wanted to translate and set a reward.
There were a total of five documents, and each document was worth 50,000 USD.
But after an hour, no one picked it up.
Pei Tianyi frowned and raised the reward to one million USD.
If one knew Middle English, it would only take ten minutes to translate these documents.
He wasn't short of money. Yi Lan Public School invested billions in the laboratory every year.
If he could translate these documents, it would be of great help to him.
Although the reward was raised to such a high number, no one picked it up after ten minutes.
Pei Tianyi was very frustrated, but this was within his expectations.
These documents didn't only contain Middle English, but also a large number of Old English words.
At least there were people who knew Middle English, but no one knew Old English.
Just as he was about to exit the NOK forum, the system popped up a box.
Pei Tianyi paused and saw it clearly.
[The guide has accepted your reward.]
----- Digression —
Brother Fu, you are such a scheming man:)
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