The next day.
At nine o'clock in the morning, in the tumor ward.
At this moment, Zhao Heng and Li Haiyang were having a pre-surgery conversation together.
Accompanying the elderly man by the bedside were still only his wife and daughter, but today he seemed particularly happy compared to before.
Because today was a day for him to "contribute" to the country.
"Doctor, don't worry about me later. Just do the experiment as it's supposed to be done."
The elderly man, lying in the hospital bed and appearing gaunt, was in unusually good spirits today and said to Zhao Heng as soon as he saw him.
As soon as the old man spoke, his daughter couldn't hold back her tears, covering her face with both hands, while his wife tightly grasped his hand.
"Look at you. This is such a good thing, being able to make a contribution to the country. You should be happy."
Seeing his wife and daughter cry, the elderly man immediately put on a stern face and said.
