Chapter 139 (Chapter 139 (Two in One)...)

After Mr. Wu went in, Song Yao sat outside and waited.

In theory, as the developer of this medical device, and with Mr. Wu's permission, he could go in and watch, but the child refused.

He was a little scared.

In theory, the doctor who performed the operation on Mr. Wu was specially transferred from the capital and had more experience than others. In addition, Song Yao was always confident in the medical device, so he shouldn't feel scared.

But Song Yao couldn't suppress his worries. Fortunately, Grandpa Wu didn't look very nervous.

Zhou Yi was standing aside with a little worry. Seeing Song Yao standing up and sitting down, he couldn't help but say:

"Song Yao, if you are really uncomfortable, why don't we do something to divert your attention?"

Song Yao thought it was a good idea: "Yes, yes."

Although he felt that his medical device would not make mistakes, what if it did? Wouldn't he, the developer, need to take action? So he had to stay calm.

Seeing that Song Yao agreed, Zhou Yi reached into his pocket, intending to share the snacks he bought yesterday with Song Yao. However, before he took out the snacks, Song Yao reached out and took out a notebook and began to write and draw on it.

While writing and drawing, he was muttering to himself.

Zhou Yi: “…”

They were too familiar with Song Yao’s state. This was basically a state of inspiration.

He asked in a low voice: “Song Yao, aren’t you nervous?”

Song Yao’s subordinates kept saying: “I am nervous, I am very nervous.”

Zhou Yi: “…”

You still say that he is not a demon, but he is so powerful in a nervous state.

He sat aside silently, looked at the pile of snacks in his pocket, and then looked at Song Yao who was writing furiously. In the end, he couldn’t resist the guilt in his heart, and silently took out a book from his schoolbag to read.

The other children looked up and saw that one of them was reading a book and the other was writing furiously, and they were all stunned.

No way.

Do you have to study while waiting for the operation?

It's vacation time now, and the kids don't really want to learn extra, but Song Yao and Zhou Yi have learned, and they... they can't fall behind.

An expert who came from the capital passed by and saw six kids reading and writing, and couldn't help nodding in his heart.

No wonder they are young students from the University of Science and Technology. With such enthusiasm for learning, people can't help but admire them.

Song Yao didn't know what he had inspired. When he was learning, he didn't care about the surroundings. While writing and drawing, he stopped from time to time to check the courses in the learning system.

Maybe because he felt that his IQ had increased, Song Yao's enthusiasm for learning was very enthusiastic. In such a short period of time, he accumulated a lot of learning points, which made 005 very happy.

The child was also very happy: [Learning can really make people forget everything. I am not worried now. ]

He even remembered that this was the first time this medical device was used. Although it was highly unlikely that there would be any problems, the first process should still be preserved.

Song Yao immediately jumped up and went to find Brother Yuan Jiang: "Where is our camera?!"

After taking the anesthesia, Mr. Wu lost consciousness. Later, he vaguely remembered that he seemed to wake up once, and at that time, the thought of "Is the operation done?" flashed through his mind.

Then he began to dream.

There were many dreams, but most of them were fragmentary. The timeline started from the past, the smiles on his parents' faces when he was young, the street scenes he saw when he grew up, studying, returning to China, being assassinated, getting sick, and Song Yao.

Mr. Wu vaguely thought, could it be that the operation failed? Is this the revolving lantern of life? In this way, his life seems to be quite short.

Thinking about it, I still feel a little regretful. If I knew I would die, the box should be left to Song Yao. I was careless and forgot to write a will.

White light gradually lit up in front of his eyes, and he heard Song Yao's crisp laughter in his ears. Mr. Wu first relaxed with this laughter, and then realized it belatedly.

Hey, you little bastard! How can you laugh in front of my grave? !

When Old Wu got angry, he suddenly opened his eyes. The first thing he saw was the ceiling of the hospital. He regretted that he had wronged Song Yao, and then his hearing gradually recovered, and he found that he really heard Song Yao's laughter.

Song Yao, who had just finished listening to Wang Duo's jokes, was the first to find that Old Wu had opened his eyes. He jumped off the stool happily: "Grandpa Wu, you are awake! We were wondering why you didn't wake up for so long!"

Old Wu was about to move his lips and curse, "You woke me up with laughter," when he was faced with a black camera.

Old Wu: "..."

What is this?

Song Yao's little head popped out from behind the camera, and he happily shared with him: "I just found out that Grandpa Wu's operation is the first in the world."

"And it was successful. If it gets out, we in Zhongzhou will have face, so I said, record the postoperative situation of Grandpa Wu, your patient, so that it will be convenient for future generations to learn in the future."

Old Wu: How old are you, and there are future generations.

Then Song Yao turned on the camera.

A grateful smile immediately appeared on his face, as positive as it could be.

Then, Song Yao seemed to be addicted. Whenever Old Wu read a book, he would turn on the camera. Whenever Old Wu went to the field, he would turn on the camera. Whenever Old Wu wanted to take a look at some documents while he was getting better, he would turn on the camera.

Under the eyes of the child Song Yao and his dark lens, Mr. Wu successfully completed a good routine of going to bed early and getting up early, eating three meals a day and rehabilitating every day.

he:"……"

When he could go to the toilet on his own, Mr. Wu finally couldn't stand it anymore. He began to lure Song Yao:

"You've been here for so long and you haven't even gone to the experimental base to see it. Do you want to go and have a look?"

Song Yao, who had almost finished taking the photo, his eyes lit up and he looked at Mr. Wu expectantly:

"I want to see what I want to see!"

His original purpose of coming to Wangshan was not only to check out the suspicious things, but also to take the opportunity to study on the project Mr. Wu was working on.

A child can carry it clearly.

He is now inferior to Mr. Wu in many aspects.

After all, Song Yao is a genius, but Mr. Wu is not bad either. Who can take on such a big national project, who is not a genius?

In terms of diligence, Mr. Wu is no weaker than Song Yao.

In terms of experience, he far surpassed Song Yao.

Song Yao has always been like a sponge, trying hard to absorb all the knowledge that Mr. Wu taught him, but those projects that need to be kept secret cannot be shared through stolen devices such as letters and phone calls.

It took a lot of effort to come here in person. Song Yao originally planned to stay with his friends, but he caught up with a major crime incident and Mr. Wu's illness, so he never got over it.

Needless to say, these children, as both researchers, Mr. Wu knew better than Song Yao himself how much he longed to go to the experimental base.

When he saw that Song Yao was finally willing to let him go, the old man immediately said with a smile:

"Go ahead, go ahead, I've approved it, but you still have to sign a confidentiality agreement."

The children all nodded excitedly and ran out in large groups.

They didn't say it, but they all made up their minds that they would have to sleep in the experimental base tonight, which would be good or bad.

The bustling ward immediately fell silent. Mr. Wu, still a little uncomfortable, said to Xiao Lin:

"When the children are around, I find it too noisy. Once they leave, I'm not used to it."

Comrade Xiao Lin, who always puts Mr. Wu first, immediately said sincerely:

"I can also make a scene for you."

Mr. Wu: "...I can see that you chatted with them a lot when I was training."

This is all infected.

Although Mr. Wu was "quite critical" at the moment, he soon realized how prescient Song Yao was in recording his recovery process.

He is not like Song Yao, who has many goals and can get involved in any major. He is not very clear about medicine, but since he can slowly go downstairs by himself and go for a walk in the garden downstairs, the experts at the hospital have looked at him. His eyes were like looking at a disabled person who could fly.

The look in his eyes that looked like a miracle once made Mr. Wu suspect that all the doctors and comrades who had a steady face and promised him that they would do their best before the operation were deceiving him.

Mr. Wu quietly complained to Song Yao:

Isn’t it said that the success rate of surgery is very high? Looking at their attitude, those who didn't know better thought they had fished me out of the coffin board!

Song Yao blinked innocently: "Because the person who had this surgery before died not long after the operation, right?"

Mr. Wu: "???"

No one told him this before the surgery.

Song Yao: "Of course you can't talk before the operation, otherwise what should you do if you are nervous? But don't worry, Grandpa Wu, there was no such instrument before. Doctors could only cross the river by feeling for the stones, which is different from now."

Even though he said that, the child sighed a little, and then said: "I was actually a little nervous that day, but it's okay, Grandpa Wu, you are strong enough."

Mr. Wu: "..."

Song Yao's beep seemed to be ringing in his ears again.

I just asked why this kid talked so much that day. He was nervous and talked to relieve his stress.

Although Song Yao tried his best to say, "I'm just a little nervous because I believe the operation will be successful," it turns out that many people at the time did not believe that the operation could be successful.

The instrument was also carefully examined and studied by the superiors. After Mr. Wu gradually became accustomed to the hot eyes of the doctors and nurses looking at him, some information about this operation appeared in the newspaper.

"The World's First Successful Surgery", this title makes people's blood boil just by looking at it.

Even though there were many military comrades guarding outside Wangshan Hospital, various reporters still came over, and even fast-running foreign reporters began to appear.

If nothing else happens, when other countries react, the number of foreign journalists will skyrocket.

At this time, the photos Song Yao had recorded before came in handy.

Want to meet a patient? Sorry, the patient is undergoing training. Please watch the video.

Want to interview a patient? Sorry, the patient is a national scientific researcher and it is not convenient for him to be interviewed. Can you watch the video?

Want to see it with your own eyes? Believe it or not, it is true and we are not afraid.

Mr. Wu stood by the window and opened the slits of the blinds. He looked at the noisy reporters of all colors below, then turned to look at Song Yao who was writing and drawing, and said suspiciously:

"You didn't already guess that this would happen, right?"

Song Yao didn't even raise his head: "Of course, the video is just to block reporters."

Mr. Wu: "..."

He just asked casually, but Song Yao actually expected it? ?

"How did you know this would come out? Did Comrade Yuan Jiang say that?"

Yuanjiang, who was standing carving a rabbit in his hand, said solemnly: "I didn't say anything."

Song Yao raised his eyes and glanced at Mr. Wu in surprise: "Why do you want Brother Yuan Jiang to tell you? Can't you guess this kind of thing at a glance?"

"Medical equipment is not a high-tech weapon that needs to be kept secret. There has just been a successful case. Zhongzhou has created the first successful case. Wouldn't it be a waste if the country doesn't publicize it?"

"So Grandpa Wu, after you recover, the country will definitely broadcast it. Although good things should be hidden, why should you hide good medical things? Once this comes out, reporters will definitely try hard to interview you."

Mr. Wu: "..."

That’s right.

But he looked at Song Yao several times and still felt a little uncomfortable: "Is this how you guessed it?"

Song Yao looked at him in confusion: "Yes, not only me, they also guessed it on Monday? If we get very good results, we would definitely want the whole world to know about it."

Mr. Wu is still a little uncomfortable with it.

It's not that he couldn't guess such a situation, but he was surprised that Song Yao could guess it.

Researchers of this generation are basically used to devoting themselves wholeheartedly to scientific research. It seems that the laboratory must be divided into two extremes. One type of people can only do scientific research, and the other type of people may be a little behind in scientific research functions. But he can be a good person.

Song Yao is only nine years old, and the children behind him are not that big either.

How could they actually be talented in scientific research without falling behind in these things? Even though he had known for a long time that they were smart, Mr. Wu, who had always communicated through letters, was still a little confused.

When Song Yao saw that he had been silent, he thought Mr. Wu was worried about reporters. The child immediately comforted him:

"Grandpa Wu, you don't have to worry about reporters. I have a friend who really wants to be a reporter. He told me a lot. If these reporters are stopped, most of them will leave after getting the video. They are still rushing back. Put it on the newspaper."

The remaining half are more stubborn and will wait until Mr. Wu himself comes forward before leaving.

However, Song Yao thought about Shinan's temperament and felt that she should be neither. The most likely possibility is that she handed the video to others to take back, continued to stay there, and then tried to find a way to get Mr. Wu to agree to the interview.

Heather is similar to Zhao Xiaodong in that he will take a detour when he fails to achieve his goal.

Mr. Wu: "...Ah, I know, how are you watching at the experimental base?"

Song Yao becomes energetic when talking about this.

His eyes lit up, and he talked non-stop to Mr. Wu: "We saw..."

This said, it only lasted an hour, because Mr. Wu was not suitable for long-term brain use. Although he was very reluctant to give up, Song Yao still reluctantly stopped talking.

Of course, just because he shut up didn't mean he gave up. He didn't forget to add:

"I have a lot of questions to ask, but Grandpa Wu, you need more rest now, so I won't ask them anymore. You can write to me again when you feel better later."

Mr. Wu nodded and asked, "Are you leaving?"

Song Yao was a little confused: "Yes, I'm going home for the New Year, but actually I don't want to leave yet. I've learned a lot recently, but I haven't learned enough yet."

The experimental base was directly open to them. Song Yao saw a lot of things that were not in the learning system. Although 005 said that the most likely reason why they did not appear was because they had been eliminated long ago, so they could not be retained, but Song Yao didn't think so.

At least for their time, these things were pretty cool.

Song Yao did not stop learning them because they were not included in the learning system. On the contrary, he studied them very seriously.

[After all, this era is my era. 】

The child said this to 005, and secretly thought about using his newly acquired knowledge to integrate it. However, time was too late, and he only had time to learn it well in a short period of time, and he could only digest it on the way.

"I learned a lot this time, but I think I want to learn more than just scientific research. Just like this time, many of the sisters are very sad, but I can't help them."

Speaking of this, Mr. Wu also felt a little heavy: "I've also heard that there is a girl who doesn't want to contact her family, right? I don't know which dynasty left poisonous thoughts that made them unable to return home."

Song Yao angrily echoed: "That's right, huh, it's bad!"

"I also heard that some sisters' parents didn't come to pick them up after knowing about it. Huh! Bad people! Can they also be parents? It's not like me. If I become a father, I must be a good father!"

Song Yao secretly decided in his heart that from now on he must promote taking the exam before becoming a parent!

Thinking of his plan, the child quickly became excited again: "But it doesn't matter, Grandpa Wu, don't worry, I will change these things. If it doesn't work in two years, it will take five years. If it doesn't work in five years, it will take ten years. Anyway, I will succeed!"

Mr. Wu knew that Song Yao had always been confident, but he didn't expect that he was even confident in this. Seeing the child's vow, he was a little worried that Song Yao would be sad after overturning, so he couldn't help but remind him:

"This is not about being hunted. If you come out with a weapon and fight back, it will be fine. This is the situation of the world and people's public opinions. What can you do?"

Song Yao: "Keep it secret for now, you will know later!"

The expression on the child's face was quite proud: "Isn't it just public opinion? I know, Grandpa Wu, just wait and see!"

Mr. Wu couldn't think of any way Song Yao could solve the current problem.

Of course it's easy to just help those girls, but you also know that there are many people in the same situation in Central Continent. How can Song Yao influence people all over Central Continent?

Song Yao left with full confidence.

This time, Wangshan and his friends didn't stay very long, after all, they spent a lot of time on the road, and then they were busy with this and that, but the good news is that they still learned a lot.

Before leaving, Song Yao said goodbye to the girls who were still in the army one by one, and also left a list of jobs based on their personalities and their strengths, with addresses and contact numbers clearly written down.

At a young age, he could still mutter like an elder who was worried:

"My phone number is also on it, and my address is also there. You can contact me if you have anything, or write to me. I like writing letters."

He really didn't feel very confident about these sisters. In Song Yao's view, they had been locked up for so long and now returned to society, which was almost like being reborn again.

So Song Yao inevitably said a little more: "Don't buy a kettle before you settle down, otherwise it will break easily when you move it. Also, you have to save money when you work. Money is very important, and..."

Baba, baba, baba, Song Yao gradually regained the state before Wu Lao's surgery. He became more and more excited as he talked, wishing that he could arrange everything for him.

Yuan Jiang stood aside, watching the expressions on the girls' faces change from reluctance to gratitude, then to confusion and numbness, and could only come over to call people:

"It's time to go."

Song Yao responded and spoke faster: "I have to go, you remember what I said, and you must buy xx brand electric blankets in winter, which I made, and buy xx brand kettles, and buy tissues..."

Yuan Jiang helplessly picked up the child, nodded to the girls, and turned to get in the car with Song Yao in his arms.

Song Yao sat in his seat, and when he remembered something, he pulled down the window and stuck his head out, adding the last sentence:

"The tissue paper was invented by Zhao Xiaodong, not mine, so don't get it mixed up!"

The girls outside the car: "..."

I was a little touched and sentimental, and I couldn't bear to leave at all.

The car drove away smoothly, and Song Yao was still lamenting that there was too little time and he had a lot of things to say. Zhao Xiaodong looked dead:

"Little boy, why didn't I realize you were so talkative before?"

In the past, Song Yao would only talk so much in one breath when he was doing scientific research.

Song Yao snorted: "What do you know? That's what my dad told me when he left. Their parents didn't find them, and no one told them these things, so of course I have to help them."

Yuan Jiang, who was sitting in front, heard this and his eyes softened.

Song Yao, this kid, usually looks heartless, but he has never been vague at critical moments.

Zhao Xiaodong suddenly realized: "So that's how it is. I was saying that you were just like Uncle Song when you were nagging."

Song Yao raised his chin proudly: "Of course, I learned it from my father."

Zhao Xiaodong smacked his lips: "Don't mention it, your protective mother hen look is exactly like Uncle Song."

Song Yao was even more proud: "I also think I played well just now."

He continued to think: "I should write another letter to each of them. What I said just now was too general. I still need to remind them one by one."

Song Yao, who did it as soon as he said it, was not carsick at all, and even had a hundred times more energy, immediately took out paper and pen from his schoolbag, took a book as a cushion and started writing letters.

Song Yao wrote more than a dozen letters as soon as he said it, without any ambiguity.

Yuan Jiang looked back at the child who was writing the letter seriously, and the corners of his lips curled up slightly, and his heart softened.

Zhao Xiaodong didn't have such deep thoughts as adults. He leaned over to take a look:

"The format of your letter looks familiar."

Song Yao's eyes wandered: "No, no!"

Zhao Xiaodong poked his head out: "Yes, Fangfang, hello, put on more clothes in winter... Isn't this the format of Uncle Song's letter to you?"

He suddenly realized and looked at Song Yao with surprise:

"Little boy!! Do you think you are their elder?"

Song Yao felt guilty:

"No! Absolutely not!"

Zhao Xiaodong grew up with him and knew his tone too well: "You just have it!"

The child tried to explain: "I just want to try the feeling of being a father! You don't know, in fact, when we want to be fathers in the future, we may have to take exams, so I practiced in advance, which is also learning."

Zhao Xiaodong: "... Then how do you feel about learning?"

Song Yao put down the pen and hesitated: "I don't really want to be a father now, I feel..."

"It's tiring to talk."