Old Master Zhu’s words left everyone in a mix of laughter and tears.
This old man.
But...
Everyone suddenly thought of sothing.
Qi Nan couldn’t help asking, "The anesthesia wore off so quickly?"
As he spoke, he glanced at the head of the anesthesia departnt?
Director Yang from the anesthesia departnt frowned imdiately, "No way, I think it should last at least eight hours or more, right? How could he wake up so quickly?"
His words left everyone montarily stunned.
Fortunately, Chen Cang didn’t go back, and decided to persuade Old Master Zhu first.
A group of people returned to the intensive care unit together.
As they entered, they saw Old Master Zhu wide awake, bargaining with the ICU director!
"One day! Just one day, okay? I really can’t stay here too long."
"Professor Zhu, the minimum is three days! Can’t be any less!"
"It’s just a piece of flesh removed, it’s no big deal!"
Everyone walked in with mixed feelings of amusent and helplessness.
After seeing Qi Nan and Cao Yu, Old Master Zhu quickly called them over.
"Minister Cao, Dean Qi, talk to him! He won’t listen to !"
Old Master Zhu looked at them as if he had seen his saviors, full of spirit.
This astonished everyone around.
Under normal circumstances, anesthesia in the elderly should be used cautiously. An eight-hour anesthesia might have them asleep for fifteen to sixteen hours, as the body also undergoes self-protection and recovery post-surgery.
But...
This was their first ti hearing about soone waking up less than six hours after an anesthesia planned for eight hours.
Qi Nan smiled and said, "Old Master, let’s settle on an average, how about two days? After two days, I’ll arrange for you to return to your original ward."
Old Master Zhu remained silent.
Qi Nan continued, "Then I will have them allow your computer to be brought in!"
Old Master Zhu’s eyes lit up as soon as he heard this.
"Really?"
Qi Nan nodded, "Really, I promise you. But during these two days, you have to follow our arrangents and can’t go back."
Old Master Zhu chuckled imdiately.
His computer was his treasure!
It contained all sorts of core techniques, his lifeti of scientific research and reflections, his disciples’ graduation theses, it was a lifeti of his summarizations.
And...
Most importantly, having a computer ant he could work.
Thinking of this, Zhu Hecha decided to "make a compromise!"
After being hospitalized, Qi Nan worried that he would work excessively, so he handed the computer to the old man’s assistant.
It wasn’t easy to calm Old Master Zhu down.
Finally, the anesthetist couldn’t help but ask a burning question!
"Professor Zhu, did you wake up right after being anesthetized? Was it always like this for you?"
Everyone around also looked at the old man intently.
The old man’s face reddened, "We used to train..."
Instantly, a single sentence left everyone bewildered!
Can this even be practiced?
The old man hesitated for a mont, considering whether to say it or not, eventually figuring it was no problem, and then said:
"Back in those special tis, we were doing secret research, there were spies outside, quite a few comrades were caught when they went out on errands."
"We comrades were afraid of being captured and anesthetized, leading to the leaking of national secrets, so we gritted our teeth and started training our willpower, tried many thods, including trying anesthetics..."
Upon hearing this, everyone stood up in respect.
Complex expressions on their faces showed they didn’t know what to say.
...
...
Chen Cang didn’t rush ho either; instead, he went to et Levi’s.
After all, being a wealthy friend who donated so much money, it wouldn’t feel right for Chen Cang not to express so gratitude.
After an afternoon tea.
Levis, with his assistant, brought over those bottles of Lafite.
Along with them were so "local specialties".
Like several pounds of civet coffee, so fine cigars from Cuba, luxury perfus, and so top-notch caviar.
Well, although Chen Cang wasn’t particularly fond of these "local specialties."
He accepted them reluctantly due to Levi’s generous hospitality.
Thus, the room was filled with gifts.
Chen Cang sighed, better buy a villa soon!
Otherwise, there will be no place to put all these gifts!
Ahem ahem...
Old Qin had been completely acting like a chef these days.
In the afternoon, when Chen Cang went out, he went shopping with Qin Yue and her mother.
When they returned, their hands were full of large packages, including groceries.
Seeing the things in the room, they all paused in surprise.
"What’s this?" Old Qin skillfully walked to the wine boxes.
Chen Cang smiled, "An Arican friend sent so local specialties, go ahead and take a look."
Chen Cang hadn’t opened them yet either.
Old Qin smiled, walked toward the room, and said, "Tonight I’ll make so Hunan cuisine for you all, bought so little spicy peppers."
Ji Ruyun went to organize the purchased items.
anwhile, Qin Yue, like a happy little cat, started opening the boxes and packages.
"These boxes are so exquisite, I can hardly bear to open them."
Chen Cang chuckled, having only heard from Levi’s about what gifts there were, but not having checked them himself.
Qin Yue suddenly exclaid after opening a box.
"Oh my, is this... civet coffee?"
Ji Ruyun’s eyelid twitched at the sound. Although she occasionally enjoyed a bit of coffee, finding it attractive, she thought she should appear calm in front of her son-in-law, After all, it’s just civet coffee, right?
Hold it in!
"Wow, this isn’t one of Dior’s small perfus? Why are there so many bottles! A whole set!"
...
"Oh my gosh, this scarf, it’s Hermès, a custom model, I love it, love it, mom, co see, it’s perfect for you!"
Ji Ruyun couldn’t hold it anymore, it was too exhausting.
No more holding back!
If a son-in-law is as good as a half-son, why be embarrassed?
Thus, opening the boxes turned into a joyful festivity for the two won.
Every now and then an exclamation was heard.
Qin Yue was beyond excited.
Old Qin couldn’t help but glance at Ji Ruyun, muttering quietly, how unrefined!
With just a little bit of stuff, she’s beco like this!
Being such a grown-up, it’s embarrassing...
"Hey? What’s this wine? Laffey? Is this Lafite?! 1982...82 Lafite?"
Old Qin froze, his heart thumping wildly.
Hold it in!
Must hold it in!
It must be fake!
"Hey! There’s so much, all 82 Lafite!"
"Wait, what’s this? Romanée-Conti? 1947?"
"This is... Mouton Rothschild 1945?"
Old Qin couldn’t grip the knife anymore.
"Mom, look at this beautiful wine bottle, let’s drink this tonight, Château Lafite Rothschild 1787!"
Suddenly!
There was a clang from the kitchen.
Old Qin couldn’t hold it anymore and rushed out.
Looking at the cases of wine, Old Qin’s heart trembled!
Being a lifelong wine lover, he had done his research on wine.
As soon as he heard Qin Yue ntion the Château Lafite Rothschild 1787, he couldn’t help but rush out!
"Don’t open it, don’t open it! Have rcy!"
"This bottle is worth over two hundred thousand US dollars!"
Upon coming out, Old Qin gaped at the wine-filled house, "My god... am I dreaming?"
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