"If Mr. Fu has nothing to do, I'll go to the hospital to see the Dean first."

"Dean, how is he?"

"Very good, not very weak."

Hearing Shi Zhisheng say so, Fu Sinian's hand holding a stack of data was slightly relaxed.

"When is Mr. Fu going to see the dean?" Shi Zhisheng asked again.

Fu Sinian was silent for a while.

Soon.

He stretched out his hand to pinch Shi Zhisheng's face and said with a smile, "children, don't worry too much. Have a good game, okay?"

Shi Zhisheng directly dodged Fu Sinian's hand and went out again.

"The dean asked me yesterday if anyone had come to see him."

Fu Sinian almost smiled away at her words.

……

hospital.

"Sheng Sheng, when can I leave the hospital?"

The Dean sat on the hospital bed and said unhappily.

"Another month or two."

The Sheng of time peeled the apple.

Who knows, the Dean opened his eyes, "I'm so old, I don't know how many years I can have, but I have to lie down for a month or two!"

"You are seriously injured. If you relapse in the future, it will not be happy for your body."

When the Dean listened to Shi Zhisheng's words, he was still a little unhappy.

Until when he turned around and looked through the contents of his briefcase, he heard him suddenly ask.

His tone was tense. "Sheng Sheng, have you seen anything fall out of my briefcase?"

As soon as I heard it, Shi Zhisheng immediately reacted.

"Are you talking about the letter paper?"

"Yes, letter paper!"

The Dean was nervous and seemed to take it seriously.

Shi Zhisheng pointed to the outer interlayer, "the outer interlayer."

As soon as the Dean heard this, he immediately reached out and looked through it. Sure enough, he saw the old letter paper.

Shi Zhisheng saw the Dean relieved, with wrinkled rough fingers, and carefully opened the letter paper.

There is only a short paragraph in it.

——"Over the past ten years, I have been deeply grateful and negative, and I have lived and died as a teacher and friend."

Shi Zhisheng looked at the handwriting vigorously and powerfully through the back of the paper. He probably knew who left the letter paper.

Not long.

Shi Zhisheng saw the Dean wipe his eyes under his glasses, his expression was lost and gloomy, and his eyes looked a little red.

"Dean, your project has been taken over."

Shi Zhisheng's slow words immediately pulled the Dean back to God.

"Who?"

The Dean woke up immediately.

Who has the courage to touch his project???

"You may know him. His name is Fu Sinian." The Sheng of time is slow and leisurely.

Suddenly.

The Dean was frozen. After a long time, he was excited!!

"Sheng Sheng, Sheng Sheng, who are you talking about?"

The Dean was excited and afraid that he had heard wrong.

"Fu Sinian."

Shi Zhisheng betrayed his teacher with a red face and a heart.

Hearing this, the dean's eyes became more red. "This bastard still knows to come back. If he has the ability, he will never come back!"

He didn't consciously turn his head and didn't let Shi Zhisheng see him rub his eyes.

"I thought he would wait for me to die before he came to my grave!"

Finish.

Before Shi Zhisheng could speak, the Dean suddenly opened the quilt and wanted to get out of bed.

"No, I think I can leave the hospital!"

See.

Shi Zhisheng immediately stopped the dean.

"Dean, your body hasn't recovered."

"No, I'm well."

The Dean was a little worried and wanted to leave the hospital and go back to school immediately.

At this time, Shi Zhisheng held him.