Great Power Technology

In a small apartment near the Georgia Institute of Technology, an old man was writing words with a brush on the balcony that seemed particularly unfamiliar in this country.

His name is Teng Jian, an expert in the field of thermal power. After coming to this country 20 years ago, he has been a visiting professor at the Guggenheim School of Engineering. During his teaching period, there were countless students under his supervision As they mature, each one is using its own strength to silently promote the development of world aviation technology.

Today is an ordinary day for him. He is close to the age of retirement, and his research and teaching work in school have long been idle. All he has to do every day is to practice calligraphy after getting up and go to the hospital for routine examinations. and therapy, a walk around campus, and then back home for a not-so-luxurious dinner.

But today was another unusual day. What he wrote on the paper was a little different. Even several times, the tip of his pen stayed on for too long, causing thick ink stains on the rice paper.

Teng Jian sighed, put down his pen and turned back to the living room. His son Tengfei had already prepared breakfast for him.

"Dad, let's eat. I'll take you to the hospital after eating. Don't take a walk today. Your students will come over for dinner in the evening. Let's go to the supermarket to buy food together."

On the table was light rice porridge and a few non-irritating side dishes.

"I'm tired of eating this every day. I really want to eat hot and sour noodles."

Teng Jian was from Sichuan. Before he got sick, he had always enjoyed spicy food, but at this time, he obviously couldn't bear such spicy food.

After listening to his words, Tengfei smiled and replied:

"Dad, you are already so old, so don't act like a child. Come on, eat. After eating, we have to leave as soon as possible. I still have a lot of things to pack, and I have to go through the formalities later."

"Eat, eat! I'll eat you! What procedures can you go through? I'm thirty years old and don't even have a girlfriend. Do you think I can eat?"

Teng Jian stared and lectured his son, but the latter just smiled and did not answer.

This is what my father is like. He obviously didn't get married until he was in his thirties, but when he talks about it, he doesn't feel distressed at all.

It would be nice if my mother was still here. She has always been an open-minded person and should be able to understand my own thoughts.

I simply haven't met the person I like, so why should I be anxious?

Thinking of this, Tengfei shook his head helplessly and pushed his father's favorite salted duck eggs in his direction.

After a simple breakfast, the two got into the old SUV and drove toward the hospital together.

They bought this car several years ago and it is now in dilapidated condition. But every time they want to replace it, it is always damaged by Tengfei inexplicably, so it has been delayed until now. This family has a university professor, A corporate executive still drives these two broken cars that do not suit his status.

When he arrived at the hospital, Tengfei contacted the doctor who had made an appointment early and took his father to the consultation room.

The doctor's name is Fan En, and he is an acquaintance of theirs. After twenty years of getting along with him, he has become a friend on top of the acquaintance. Every time he sees Teng Jian, he always blames him half-heartedly and half-falsely. The content of the sentence was nothing more than that you shouldn't smoke, drink tea, and sleep too late. Teng Jian just listened on the sidelines, with a very good attitude, but never changed.

But this time, he gave a rare nod.

"I got it, Fann, you old guy, every time I come I have to be nagged by you for half an hour. Don't worry, from today on, I promise to listen to you."

"I don't smoke, don't drink tea, and go to bed at nine o'clock every day. But I don't know, what impact does this have on my disease?"

Fan En glanced at Teng Jian in surprise, then laughed and joked:

"Jian, you finally have a day when you are afraid of death. To tell you the truth, maintaining good living habits does not do any good for your disease. This is what really works."

As he spoke, he picked up a packaged syringe from his hand. The syringe's packaging had the letters CAR-T printed on it.

This is the legendary anti-cancer drug. Each injection costs hundreds of thousands of dollars. It claims to be able to eliminate all cancer cells in one injection, but in fact, its effect is not that miraculous.

It only has a good effect on leukemia and lymphoma, and is mainly used for recurrence after systemic treatment. However, for gastric cancer like Teng Jian, the therapeutic effect is not ideal, and it can only maintain the cancer cells at a relatively low level. The level of treatment allowed Teng Jian to have a long enough recovery period every time he received chemotherapy.

However, this effect was enough - at least he did survive for twenty years.

"Okay. Since I spend so much money on injections every year, why do you insist on me changing the habits that make me happy?"

"Because I want you to live longer, Jian, no one will refuse longevity. There are too few longevity in this world that can be bought with money. I promise you, if you are not sick, you will definitely Will be the healthiest one among my friends."

".If I hadn't been sick, we probably wouldn't have become friends at all, right?"

"That's not necessarily true. You Chinese people believe in fate. In fact, I also believe that this is probably a kind of fate."

As he spoke, Fann pushed the injection into Teng Jian's body. After the injection, he thoughtfully helped him tidy up his clothes.

"The next injection will be in half a year. Although I really want to make more money from you, to be honest, Jian, I really hope that one day I won't have to see you in the hospital."

".Are you expecting me to die?"

"I'm looking forward to your recovery! Why do you always like to argue with me so much?"

"Okay. Not anymore. Goodbye, old friend. I'm leaving."

Teng Jian slowly got off the hospital bed, and Teng Fei, who was waiting beside him, helped him put on his shoes and slowly walked out of the consultation room.

Fann behind him looked at the two of them inexplicably, and finally shook his head and started to pack up his utensils.

He always felt that something was wrong with Teng Jian's state today, but he couldn't tell what was wrong.

After leaving the hospital, the father and son drove in silence to a cemetery, where Teng Jian's lover, Teng Fei's mother, was buried.

The two of them didn't bring flowers, they just sat quietly on the bench in front of the tombstone, watching the woman in the photo talking.

"I'm afraid I won't be able to see it when I go back this time. I wonder if this place will be abandoned in the future."

"Probably not. I have been paying fees for decades. When it is really abandoned, I am afraid that both of us will be gone, and it will not be our turn to worry."

"Can't you speak more nicely? Where did you learn such words at such a young age?"

"Didn't I learn that from you?"

"I never taught you this! Go and tear off the photo."

"Dad, that photo is embedded in the tombstone. How can I tear it up for you? Are you going to smash my mother's tombstone?"

".Then forget it, let's go home."

"Don't you look twice?"

"Look, your mother might have been reincarnated long ago, it's just a thought."

"Look, look, you have the nerve to ask me who I learned to talk from?"

A rare smile appeared on Teng Jian's face. He walked slowly outside the cemetery. When he reached the entrance of the cemetery, he suddenly stopped, looked back in the direction of the tombstone, and whispered :

"If you haven't been reincarnated yet, then follow me and go back together."