Chapter 696? Very Healthy

"If the public thinks that we made this popular African-American singer angry and caused a crisis of public opinion, then the loss outweighs the gain..."

Jim Clark thought for a while and still felt uneasy, "Let's go to the hospital with me later, and call Mark back by the way."

"OK."

The two of them spent ten minutes explaining their work, and then drove to the best nearby Kaiser Hospital.

I haven't seen any reporters at the entrance of the hospital yet. Once Song Ya arrives in Silicon Valley, she doesn't look for women and doesn't make trouble. She just wanders around various technology companies. The paparazzi don't like to follow her anymore, but the whole hospital is already boiling because of APLUS' check-in. Many patients heard the news and gathered around the nurse station in the diagnostic department to explore their brains. Young female medical staff also found excuses to come and go.

"Jimmy, it's us."

The two saw Jimmy chatting non-stop with his hands on his phone, and after getting permission, they saw Mark Anderson at the door of the ward, "Mark, go back and leave this to us. You, a talented programmer, are indispensable at home for a minute. "Jim Clark 'caught people' first, "How about APLUS?"

"He seems to be fine, er, it looks like, I can't tell, anyway, he can walk on his own after getting off the ambulance, alive and kicking..."

Mark Anderson briefly confessed, "Then I'll go back to Mr. Clark and Mr. Baxter."

"Well, I have another class at night. It's best to get our JavaScript language and new browser out before it goes public in September. It's all up to you." Jim Clark patted him on the shoulder.

"I know, our project team is desperately trying to catch up."

Mark Anderson nodded, "If it doesn't work, we'll do it all night!"

"Well, good job Mark!"

Jim Clark watched his tall figure disappear around the corner approvingly, very satisfied, and then noticed the black aunt assistant of APLUS sitting on the bench at the door wiping tears, "God is really unfair, APLUS is the most promising leader I have ever seen The Nger of the characters, maybe twenty or thirty years later, he can even become the Grand Commander..."

Jim Clark and Baxter looked at each other, "How is APLUS?" He asked the gloomy old white man who leaned against the wall and hung his head silently. He remembered that he seemed to be APLUS's bodyguard.

"Being checked inside." The old man replied.

"Is he all right?"

"It should be...no problem, right? Maybe it's because I had a fight with my wife last night..."

"It didn't go well for you to go to DTS today, right?" Baxter took the opportunity to inquire.

The old man pursed his lips, "I didn't find anything unusual after the drive, and he was even in a good mood when we left DTS."

At this time, a nurse opened the door and everyone went in. APLUS was walking on the treadmill with shirtless arms, "Hey, Jim, Mr. Baxter, come in, come in, haha..."

He had a loud voice, as if he was completely different from the man who had just lost his health in the company, "Really, I said I was fine, they insisted on doing this for me... what kind of cardiac stress test!"

"No problem, the data shows that your heart is very healthy, Mr. APLUS." The doctor also looked at the electrocardiogram and said.

"Did I say that? Can you come down?" he asked.

"Okay."

"call!"

He easily slowed down his running speed, got off the treadmill, and said with the help of two nurses to put on a hospital gown, "Really, if I need to, I can keep running and running. It's not a problem to run a full marathon."

"It looks like this." The doctor followed him. "We need to run some other tests..."

"Hey! Isn't it alright? Actually, I could go back to Chicago and do this again, over there at UChicago Medicine..." he protested.

"Let's finish the examination here first. After all, according to your friend's description just now, your physical condition was very bad at that time." The doctor insisted.

"I just haven't had a good rest, yeah,

Didn't rest well..."

"APLUS, finish it." The old bodyguard said at the door.

"Okay, okay, wait for me, I'll be fine soon, my body is normal, really." He obediently followed the doctor to the next diagnosis ward.

"APLUS... is that kind of chorea? He shouldn't have Parkinson's disease at such a young age, right?"

Baxter took a moment to grab the doctor who was following him.

"Sorry..." The doctor waved his hand, "Mr. APLUS does not allow me to disclose my condition to anyone."

"In this case, let's go back first, hey! APLUS, rest more!"

Jim Clark yelled at Song Ya, who was walking away, and left with Baxter after receiving a wave from the other party, "Turn back and ask the secretary to bring a bouquet of flowers."

"OK……"

Baxter nodded, walked over to Jimmy and chatted with him again.

"I, I don't know, he suddenly vomited, and then his hands... His hands trembled violently as if uncontrollably, his face was distorted, and his expression was terrible..."

Jimmy watched the two bigwigs in the technology industry leave, covered the microphone with his hand, and reported to his brother Goodman in a low voice, "I didn't faint, but there seemed to be a problem with his sanity. He just fainted a few times before. Right? This time it seems to be much more serious, the doctor has been asking about his family history of heart disease, mental illness, Parkinson's and... and chorea!"

"Now? Everything is normal again, just like the previous few times, he kept saying that I'm fine, I'm fine..."

"The doctor didn't tell me the specific situation, and I didn't know!"

"Okay, okay, I will find a way to see the test report."

"The reporter will soon know that the doctors, nurses and even the patients here know that he was sent in. At that time, we were frightened by his sudden onset, and we called an ambulance directly... um."

"Mm, um, ok, I'll keep watching, and you guys should hurry up too. I've already notified Miss Kelly... By the way, he promised not to disturb Susie and Tony, eh."

Goodman, who was in Chicago, pressed the hands-free button and exchanged glances with Hamlin next to him, "How long do you think our client can live? His strange disease seems to have worsened again, and he fainted twice before. I woke up soon, and fell into a coma for twelve hours the third time, and now...it seems that my body is beginning to lose control."

"But we have seen his previous examination reports, and the best doctors can't find any problems." Hamlin said.

"The doctor must abide by the doctor-patient confidentiality agreement. Maybe he has never shown us the real medical record." Goodman said: "He is half-Chinese, and he is very delicate and knows how to hide his emotions."

"You mean... Well, it seems that we have to make plans for the post-APLUS era." Hamlin understood, and picked up the briefcase, "Let's catch the flight first, let's have a good chat on the way, according to his the will of..."

The two lawyers rushed to Silicon Valley and bought a local newspaper at the airport. APLUS suddenly suffered from physical discomfort again. The news that he was currently admitted to Kaiser Hospital was already on the inside page, and there were already a large number of reporters at the entrance of the hospital. " Mike, how is APLUS?" Entering the hospital, Goodman asked the old Mike who was guarding the door of the ward.

"His wife is inside, but it shouldn't matter... Please come in." Old Mike knocked on the door first, and then pushed the door open.

"It's all your fault."

At this time, Song Ya was sitting sickly on the bed, pinching Mariah Carey's hand and admonishing his wife, "Look, did you make me sick?"

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