Chapter 862

A woman is about to have more nerves than a big one. Taishan collapses at the top and her face doesn't change. It's obvious that Zhang Rui hasn't cultivated to this extent. When she sees her close fitting clothes appearing in front of several strange men, she is very embarrassed.

Zhang Rui quickly picked up the black bra and hid it in his arms. He had two more rosy faces and had a different style. Zhang Rui felt that his face was boiling hot and his heart beat fast. He quickly turned and went upstairs: "I'll call my grandfather!"

Suk holds a pile of clothes and looks left and right. Deng Xiaotian shrugs his shoulders and looks helpless. On the contrary, the gentle scholar smiles and gloats.

Under Nai, Suk could only put the pile of clothes in his arms on one side of the stool. Soon, the sound of two people's footsteps came from the second floor. Suk looked up and saw that it was Einstein himself?

Her silver hair was also messy, her face was a little pale, her wrinkles were horizontal, and she was wearing loose pajamas. Compared with Zhang Rui's clothes, she was a hundred times cleaner. It seemed that the girl took good care of her grandfather. [

you don't have to guess that this old man is Zhang Junde in Deng Xiaotian's mouth. He looks older than his actual age. Maybe years of high-intensity mental work has overdrawn his vitality, and there are even old spots on his face that shouldn't appear.

The glasses in front of his chest are shaking with his steps, and a string is tied around his neck. With the help of his granddaughter, Zhang Junde walks down tremblingly. It seems that the sequelae of cerebral congestion has not caused him any obstacles in his movement, but because of his age, his movement is a little slow.

Suk looked at Zhang Junde. He couldn't imagine such an ordinary old man, or even the kind of old man who was raised in a nursing home to bask in the sun every day. In his twilight years, he was old. He didn't have the kind of pride that he deserved, or even the prestige that matched his ability. He just looked tired.

Such an old man who has made great contributions to the country and the nation, such a hero behind the scenes, walked down slowly with the help of his granddaughter.

"Hello, director Deng. I was careless just now. I didn't hear your voice!" Zhang Junde is very gentle. He has been overworked for many years. Last year's sudden cerebral congestion made him appear to be short of breath.

Indeed, as he said, he really didn't hear any sound, completely immersed in his own world, trying to retrieve those suddenly lost memory fragments and connect the fragmented research together.

Although those studies have not really yielded results, every step has consumed the painstaking efforts of many staff members. After Zhang Junde gathered here, he is like a general center. But now, as a center, he has such things. Sadness, self blame, Nai, all kinds of emotions are bothering him all the time.

Every second, he feels that life is like a year. What he has in his mind is not only himself, but also belongs to the country. If there is no way to find out the breakthrough clues of his research during that period, not only the research on nuclear weapons will be stagnated for a period, but also he will be abandoned.

Zhang Junde, 72 years old, has been looking for many famous doctors in the past year, but he still can't see the hope. His life seems to have lost its color all of a sudden. Every day, only one person stays in his room, constantly groping for his notes.

However, what is recorded in the notebook is just some simple essays, which really involves a major breakthrough. Top secret information related to the level of national nuclear weapons is often stored in the mind, which is the safest, but it is also the most fatal point.

So this time, when Deng Xiaotian said that he would bring the doctor, he didn't have much trouble. After going downstairs, he looked around and found that the two young men next to Deng Xiaotian didn't show the image of a doctor, which was a bit unexpected.

"Mr. Zhang, this is Suk. I specially invited him. He has some unique abilities in acupuncture and moxibustion!" Deng Xiaotian has a sincere respect for Zhang Junde and goes forward to help him sit on the sofa.

"Hello, Mr. Zhang!" Suk saluted Zhang Junde at the right time.

"Is he a doctor?" Zhang Rui, a woman, expressed her feelings directly. Before, she used to be Suk, who was often called by the leaders to be the guard of IMPs. Now she is really surprised and obviously very suspicious.

It's true that her performance is normal. During this period of time, Zhang Rui has met all kinds of doctor masters, including white coat wise doctors with superb medical skills. He even has his own precision inspection equipment, thick cloth long clothes, descendants of traditional Chinese medicine families who are surrounded by herbal fragrance, and even empty handed Qigong masters.

However, at such a young age as Suk, Zhang Rui was invited to see his grandfather in T-shirt pants for the first time, which made people feel unreliable.

Even Zhang Junde subconsciously picked up his glasses and looked up and down at Suk. There was no disappointment on his face. On the contrary, he had some strong interest: "Oh? This little brother is a doctor

"Mr. Zhang, I'm not sure if I can help you now, but I hope I can do a check for you first!" At this time, Suk had to face up to his doubts. No matter what, he didn't mention the so-called promise. When he learned about Zhang Junde's deeds from Uncle Tian, he had to come forward."Good! Good Zhang Junde nodded with a smile on his face. [

however, he does not know whether Suk's medical skills belong to the east or the West. If it is a western medicine, the diagnosis in his room, all kinds of laboratory reports and color Doppler T, I'm afraid there is no need to repeat them except for special examinations.

But when it comes to traditional Chinese medicine, it seems that Suk's age is not enough to support his level. With the accumulation of experience in traditional Chinese medicine, Li Zhengbai, who was a master of traditional Chinese medicine in his eighties, is capable. What about this young man?

However, since he is the one led by Deng Xiaotian, Zhang Junde can't live up to others' good intentions. And now, his 100 kg old bones are just like this. Let's treat a dead horse as a living horse doctor!

"Mr. Zhang, please come here with me!" Suk attaches great importance to this matter. The last time he helped Deng Xiaotian to feel his pulse in the sanatorium of the military hospital was irregular, so this time he asked Zhang Junde to sit in a restaurant.

Suk helped Mr. Zhang, followed by the others. They were all cautious and solemn: "Mr. Zhang, I need to cut my pulse first!"

"Oh? Are you a traditional Chinese medicine Now Zhang Junde can be sure of Suk's medical department. He put his hand on the dining table. When he thought of this, he suddenly didn't know why. It was like a spark of hope burst out in his heart. This kind of feeling is very magical, and the trace can be found.