Soon, everyone had eaten and drunk their fill. Under Zhong Mingyuan's arrangement, Qin Ning and his group checked into the most luxurious hotel in the capital.
After escorting Qin Fei back to her room, Qin Ning left the hotel alone.
The Capital First Hospital.
There was a separate floor for high-end VIP wards located on the eighteenth floor. It was not open to the public and usually only accepted important figures.
In the past, Elder Zeng had stayed here for his recuperation.
Not long after leaving the hotel, Qin Ning took the elevator alone to the hospital's seventeenth floor.
Because the elevator could not go directly to the eighteenth floor above, one had to walk up the stairs.
Stop right there!
Two burly soldiers guarded the stairway leading to the eighteenth floor. Seeing Qin Ning trying to go up, they immediately stopped him.
Is your Captain Wang upstairs? Qin Ning just glanced at the two of them and didn't make things difficult. After all, this was their duty.
Captain Wang?
The two were stunned upon hearing this. Who else could the Captain Wang he mentioned be other than Wang Yousheng?
Who are you? one of them asked out of curiosity.
Go and tell him that I am from Liu City, Qin Ning said calmly.
The two just exchanged a glance and didn't ask too many questions. One stayed to keep an eye on Qin Ning, while the other quickly ran towards the eighteenth floor.
Soon, the sound of hurried footsteps came down from the stairs.
Young Master Qin.
Wang Yousheng jogged all the way over. My subordinates didn't recognize you, please don't take offense.
It's fine.
Qin Ning waved his hand, and then, led by Wang Yousheng, walked straight up to the eighteenth floor.
This scene directly dumbfounded the two soldiers guarding the stairway.
In their eyes, Captain Wang usually didn't act like this. How did he suddenly turn into a sycophant, and the person he was fawning over was just a young man who looked to be in his early twenties?
What exactly was the background of this young man?
The two exchanged glances, both seeing the surprise in each other's eyes, but they tactfully remained silent and continued guarding the stairway.
Soon, under Wang Yousheng's guidance, Qin Ning walked into a high-end VIP ward.
Inside, a white-haired old man was lying on the bed. He was awake but his eyes were vacant. His face was pale as he stared blankly out the window.
Elder Xu.
An academician of Huaxia, who had shed blood and sweat for national defense technology for countless years, making immense contributions.
After a car accident and emergency rescue, Elder Xu's life was saved, but the price was losing his hands forever.
He was only around sixty years old now. Although his hair was white, Elder Xu believed he could still contribute to the country. However, fate had deprived him of his most important hands.
Since waking up, he had been shrouded in depression and gloom, feeling that he no longer had the motivation to keep living.
Elder Xu.
Wang Yousheng brought Qin Ning to the bedside.
It's Xiao Wang,
Elder Xu, who had been staring blankly at the scenery outside, turned his head. Is there something the matter?
Elder Xu, this is Young Master Qin, Qin Ning. Elder Zeng specially invited him personally to treat you, Wang Yousheng said.
Hearing this, Elder Xu was stunned for a moment, and then looked Qin Ning up and down with great surprise.
Obviously, he had never heard anyone mention this name before, and being so young, it was unlikely he had achieved much in the medical field.
But why did Wang Yousheng say that this young man was specially invited by Elder Zeng?
How could this be possible?
Who was Elder Zeng?
Was such a young man worth him personally stepping forward to invite?
I can't tell you too much about the specifics, but I can clearly tell you that Young Master Qin was indeed personally invited by Elder Zeng, and you can completely trust him, Wang Yousheng said with a serious face.
Young friend, although I don't know what makes you special enough to have Elder Zeng step forward, but these hands of mine...
Saying this, Elder Xu slowly raised his arms. Everything below the wrists had been amputated, and right now they were wrapped in a thick layer of white gauze.
In this situation, other than installing mechanical arms, he couldn't think of any other way.
Could this young man be an expert in this field?
But even if he really installed mechanical arms, how could they be as flexible as real hands?
He still wouldn't be able to conduct precise research.
It's fine, it's a small problem.
Qin Ning just smiled faintly, walked up to Elder Xu, and then looked at Wang Yousheng behind him. You go out first.
Understood, Young Master Qin. Wang Yousheng replied, backed out of the ward, closed the door, and personally stood guard outside to prevent anyone from approaching.
Elder Xu, take a nap first. When you wake up, everything will be fine.
As Qin Ning spoke, he raised his hand and gently waved it in front of Elder Xu.
Instantly, a wave of dizziness hit him, and Elder Xu directly lost consciousness, falling asleep on the bed.
A few minutes later.
The door of the ward opened, and Qin Ning walked out.
Wang Yousheng hurriedly stepped aside and asked, Young Master Qin, how is Elder Xu...
He's fine. I put him to sleep, and he'll wake up in two minutes. I need to visit Elder Liu's place later, and I would like Elder Zeng to go there as well. Please let Elder Zeng know that I will be waiting for him at Elder Liu's place. After leaving these words, Qin Ning departed.
Wang Yousheng personally escorted him downstairs and watched Qin Ning leave before taking out his phone. Elder Zeng.
How is it? Has Qin Ning arrived at the hospital? Elder Zeng's voice came from the other end of the phone.
He has already left. Young Master Qin just treated Elder Xu. If nothing unexpected happens, Elder Xu should be awake by now. But I just escorted Young Master Qin downstairs and haven't had the time to check on Elder Xu's current condition. I'll go up and take a look, then report back to you.
By the way, Young Master Qin said he went to Elder Liu's place. He asked me to tell you that he would like you to go there as well.
Alright, I understand. Come pick me up after you finish the matters at hand, Elder Zeng nodded.
Soon, after hanging up the phone, Wang Yousheng walked into the hospital lobby and pressed the elevator button, preparing to go up and see how Elder Xu was doing.
Ding!
The elevator arrived at the first floor. As soon as the doors opened, an old man in a hospital gown rushed out hurriedly, his face filled with extreme excitement. It was none other than Elder Xu.
Xiao Wang, where is he? Where is that Young Master Qin?
He excitedly grabbed Wang Yousheng, looking around.
Young Master Qin has already left, saying he was going to Elder Liu's place. Elder Xu, your hands...
As Wang Yousheng spoke, he finally realized what was happening, his eyes looking in astonishment at the pair of hands tightly gripping him.
Under Qin Ning's treatment, these hands that should have been amputated had actually grown back.
What kind of divine method was this?
Even Wang Yousheng, who had previously been carried through the skies by Qin Ning all the way from Liu City to the Capital, now stood rooted to the spot in sheer disbelief.
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