The 214th Chapter of the Best Chronology (6)

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Wu Zhuoya's inner helplessness cannot be described in words.

She wanted to reprimand, turned her head, but saw the pale girl's pale face and thin body, and she was full of heartache.

The child had just been seriously ill, and even the doctor said that he should give her more nutrition. If the child wants to eat meat, it is not too much.

After thinking for a while, Wu Zhuoya softly discussed with He Tiantian, "Tiantian, your illness is just right, you can't eat too greasy food, so, will my mother cook some meat porridge and steamed egg custard for you?"

These are all things that are easy to digest, but also have oil and water, which should allow children to replenish their bodies.

As soon as she heard the meat porridge and egg custard, He Tiantian deliberately pretended to be salivating, took a sip of saliva, and nodded again and again.

She didn't even open her mouth, as if she opened her mouth and tears would flow out of it.

Crowd: ...

Originally, everyone thought that He Tiantian was too greedy, a 17- or 18-year-old girl, thinking about eating meat every day.

But the appearance of He Tiantian's nosebleed and unconsciousness a few days ago was too tragic.

Even the neighbors who didn't see it with their own eyes couldn't help but murmured when they heard other people's recitations——

"Could it be that this child loves to eat good food, not only because of his greed, but because his body is really too weak?"

"It is estimated that I was starved when I was a child, and I didn't raise it from the root!"

"...Oh, if you look at it this way, Tiantian is also a poor child."

"Yeah, she can't help it either. You didn't listen to the doctor, you are severely malnourished, tsk tsk!"

Everyone tsk tsk, although they still don't like He Tiantian very much, but they are not too crusade.

The weak are always more able to arouse the sympathy of the world.

Maybe everyone will still feel sorry for the good things that were taken away by He Tiantian, but in the end, there is a little more pity, not just scolding and scorning.

At this moment, I saw He Tiantian begging for something delicious with her own mother,

Although everyone felt a little speechless, they felt more pity.

Alas, look at this little face, it is no bigger than a slap, and there is no meat on his body, he is thin and thin.

After recovering from a serious illness, he really needs to make up for it.

Everyone stopped gossiping, but watched Wu Zhuoya's mother and daughter leave with understanding.

Back home, Wu Zhuoya helped He Tiantian to her bedroom, "Tiantian, wait, Mom will cook something delicious for you!"

He Weihong pouted and wanted to say something, but her sister's appearance was indeed pitiful.

never mind!

After all, he was just discharged from the hospital, so I'll let you this time.

He Weihong helped put things away and took the initiative to help in the kitchen.

Ding Ding Dang was busy, and Wu Zhuoya quickly brought a bowl of tender egg custard.

There is also a little sesame oil and chopped green onion on the egg custard, and the fragrance is straight into the nose.

He Weihong couldn't help swallowing a mouthful of spit, and hurriedly turned his head, not to look at the bowl of egg custard.

I'm not greedy, I'm not hungry, I'm an adult, and I haven't eaten good food since I was a child, I, I—

He Weihong desperately persuaded herself in her heart, but at this time, the luncheon meat porridge in the casserole on the stove had a strong fragrance again.

Meat!

It's the canned luncheon meat my father brought back from the capital. I usually don't want to eat it at home, so I only take out a box when I have a distinguished guest or when it's a festival.

He Weihong remembered very clearly that the last time he ate it was last month.

The last time the He family ate meat dishes was also a week ago.

For several days, she hadn't eaten meat.

He Weihong secreted fluid frantically from her mouth, and finally, she couldn't bear it any longer and ran straight back to her room.

Wu Zhuoya didn't see the eldest daughter's actions, she sent the egg custard to the younger daughter's bedroom.

"Sweet, eat it quickly, my mother put sesame oil for you, it's delicious!"

He Tiantian hurriedly took over the rice bowl, er, it was quite hot.

However, she deliberately pretended not to be afraid of heat, and hurriedly picked up the spoon and started eating.

Soft, tender, smooth and fragrant!

It's just a simple bowl of egg custard, but it's definitely a rare delicacy in this day and age.

He Tiantian finished the egg custard in a few bites, looked up at Wu Zhuoya, her big eyes fluttered, but she didn't speak.

After being a mother and daughter for a few months, Wu Zhuoya has a good understanding of her own daughter.

Seeing her eager appearance, she couldn't help laughing: "The meat porridge is still being stewed on the stove, don't worry, it will be fine in a while!"

He Tiantian was finally relieved, grinned and smiled.

She handed the bowl to Wu Zhuoya, as if thinking of something, and reminded again, "Mom, there are also scratch paper, pencils, erasers, and rulers!"

"Oh! Alright, I'll go get it for you now!"

Wu Zhuoya took the empty bowl out of the room and turned around to go to her husband's study.

After rummaging through boxes and cabinets, I really found a roll of scratch paper for drawing engineering drawings, a few half-used pencils, half-worn erasers, and a steel ruler.

Wu Zhuoya checked it carefully and found that there was nothing inappropriate in it, so she sent a roll of blank draft paper to He Tiantian's room.

"Thank you mom!"

He Tiantian's little mouth is very sweet, which is also in line with the original owner's character.

The original owner ran to someone else's house to drink and drink, although she had thick skin, but her clever mouth also played a role.

"I'm your mother, don't be so polite!"

Wu Zhuoya looked at He Tiantian with a smile. Although this daughter always made her and her wife laugh, she was her own flesh and blood.

Look at these eyebrows, they look especially like my wife.

And the sweet deep eye sockets and high bridge of the nose are inherited from themselves.

It can be said that He Tiantian's appearance combines all the advantages of He Yaohua and Wu Zhuoya.

It's just that the child is too thin, and is recovering from a serious illness, which has damaged his appearance a bit.

But overall, He Tiantian's face looks really good.

Wu Zhuoya would feel distressed and guilty whenever she saw her daughter's thin appearance, or her actions that were not on the table.

Alas, although it was a last resort, their husband and wife did owe this child.

With a sigh in her heart, Wu Zhuoya walked out of the room. Before leaving, she did not forget to help close the door.

He Tiantian came to the desk, spread out the scratch paper, picked up the pencil and began to write and draw.

There are too many things in her mind, but she began to selectively dictation based on the military factory where He Yaohua is located and the direction of recent military factory research.

In addition, when the original owner went to Xiaoyanglou, he also read the notes or folders of several Soviet experts such as Puslov.

It's just that the original owner didn't understand this, she just glanced curiously.

But He Tiantian is different. She is now a personal computer, and she is a basic exercise.

He Tiantian can also restore all the data in depth based on the plain memory that the original owner swept away.

Then, based on these data, He Tiantian searched for more useful information in her brain database.

The level of detail is definitely more specialized than that of Soviet experts.

Her head was spinning quickly, and her hands were recording quickly.

Swish, swish, swish!

In the quiet room, there was only the sound of the tip of a pencil rubbing against the paper.

He Tiantian didn't know how long she had been writing, but she only had one thought in her heart: hurry up! Must be fast!

She wants to record more useful information before the body can't bear the overload of the brain.

Yes, before He Tiantian had a nosebleed and was in a coma, it wasn't all acting.

But this body is really too weak, she can't bear such an overload of brain power consumption.

Tick ​​tock!

A drop of bright red liquid dripped on the manuscript paper full of data and charts, and slowly smudged.

He Tiantian couldn't care less, wiped her nose casually with the back of her hand, and continued to write madly.

Tick ​​tock! Tick ​​tock!

There were more and more blood droplets, He Tiantian quickly wiped it with her hand, and the paper fell on the floor beside her.

She dragged over another one and wrote frantically.

She finally transcribed the core of the military factory's research, the part that the Soviet experts were responsible for.

Data, charts, formulas, calculations... all the details, without the slightest omission.

Bang!

The body that He Tiantian passed through finally reached its extreme endurance. She leaned back softly, the chair suddenly lost its balance, and she fell to the ground together with the chair.

And the manuscript paper on the desk has been infected with a large bloodstain.

"Sweet, the meat porridge is ready, let's have a bowl first, and when your father and your brother come back in the evening, I will cook the fish soup——"

Wu Zhuoya held the tray and pushed open the door sideways, talking in her mouth.

However, when she saw the scene in the house, she was shocked.

In the small bedroom of ten square meters, the floor is covered with manuscript paper.

And the little girl who was smiling and thanking her just now was unconscious on the ground.

Wu Zhuoya almost threw the bowl out of her hand, but she was a seasoned warrior.

She bit her tongue hard, and the pain reminded her to be calm and calm!

She carefully bypassed the manuscript papers on the floor, came to the table, and put the bowl full of porridge away.

Then, she came to the girl's side, stretched out her fingers, and touched the end of her nose.

Wu Zhuoya thought she was calm enough, but her fingers were still shaking.

The breath is warm, and there is still air!

Wu Zhuoya let out a sigh of relief, and then shouted, "Wei Hong! Wei Hong!!"

He Weihong hid in the room, holding a book, watching it one by one.

I don't know if it was her illusion, but she could smell a strong fragrance even though the door was closed.

The pink and tender luncheon meat, the white rice porridge, just thinking about it, He Weihong couldn't help drooling.

Woohoo, she really wants to eat too.

But she can't!

There are so many good things at home, and my parents are usually reluctant to eat them.

He Tiantian can eat, firstly because she has never eaten before, and secondly because she has just been discharged from the hospital.

How could she, He Weihong, snatch food from a patient? !

But, it was really fragrant, and she was so hungry.

The school is on holiday recently. In fact, even if there is no holiday, the food supply in the canteen is not sufficient.

Many of the classmates were pale, and some were even swollen.

He Weihong's family conditions are good, and he can eat at home.

However, it only ends when you are full, and how well you want to eat, as in the past, is unlikely.

The more He Weihong was reluctant to think about it, the more the terrifying fragrance penetrated her nose.

That feeling was really uncomfortable.

Just when He Weihong was thinking about whether to go out for a spin, he suddenly heard his mother's hoarse cry.

He Weihong was startled and almost fell off the bed.

She clutched her chest, stabilized her mind, dropped the book, and ran out pulling her shoes.

"Mom? What's wrong? What happened?"

He Weihong shouted while running, ran to He Tiantian's bedroom in a few steps, pushed the door and was about to enter.

Wu Zhuoya seemed to think of something, and when she heard the movement of the eldest daughter, she hurriedly shouted, "Don't come in yet!"

He Weihong was startled again, braked suddenly, and hit the door directly.

Wu Zhuoya got up quickly and carefully picked up all the manuscript papers on the ground.

She works in the reference room, and has been dealing with Soviet experts in the last year or two, so she knows some things.

Just a quick glance, Wu Zhuoya still discovered the importance of the information on the manuscript.

It's not scribbling, it's something that really matters!

Wu Zhuoya put away the manuscript paper, only to see that some of the papers were stained with blood, and her hands began to tremble again.

The eyes were hot, the nose was sore, and the tears were quietly rolling down.

This, the blood on these manuscripts, wouldn't it be my own sweet flow?

Especially when I saw the one on the desk, blood took up a large area, and some of the graphics and text were smudged.

The scarlet color made Wu Zhuoya's heart hurt.

What exactly is going on?

How could her sweet family do these things?

Also, why did she pass out again?

Several question marks poured into Wu Zhuoya's brain, but she did not delay.

Carefully put away the manuscript paper, and then waved at the door: "Come here, your sister fainted again!"

In fact, without Wu Zhuoya speaking, standing at the door, He Weihong, who stretched his neck and looked in, had already found He Tiantian who was lying on the ground.

Her eyes widened, and although she couldn't see the specific condition of her sister, she could vaguely see a large bloodstain.

OMG!

Sister has nosebleed again?

Or broke somewhere?

He Weihong's heart was pounding, and the whole person was so nervous.

Don't look at her usually savage, a look that is not afraid of the sky.

In fact, she has been well protected by her family since she was a child, and she has never been hurt or suffered too much crime.

Even when she was young, following her parents to and fro in the base area, she had never seen the cruelty of war.

Maybe I was too young, maybe I forgot.

He Weihong didn't see it when He Tiantian was "ill" for the first time, thinking that her mother was deliberately exaggerating.

But today, seeing it with his own eyes, He Weihong only felt panic in his heart.

Wu Zhuoya's call awakened He Weihong, her face turned pale, and she walked into the room with her hands and feet.

Approaching and looking more closely, He Weihong realized that her sister's condition was really bad.

"Mom, sweet, sweet, what's wrong?"

He Weihong didn't even notice it, her voice was clearly crying.

Wu Zhuoya took a deep breath, and without explaining too much, gave the order directly, "You come and help, let's send Tiantian to the military hospital together!"

The last time I was in the infirmary, I couldn't find out why.

Wu Zhuoya didn't want to send her daughter there again this time, so she simply sent her to the military hospital.

There is equipment over there, let the doctor check it out, maybe, maybe you can find the cause...