"Xiao Wu, what on earth has happened?"
"Is it Tiantian who is, is sick again?"
Upon receiving his wife’s call, He Yaohua set aside his duties and hurried to the military hospital.
"...Tiantian has had another nosebleed and has fallen into a coma!"
Watching her daughter being rushed into the emergency room, Wu Zhuoya finally let out a sigh of relief.
But her hand was still shaking slightly, and her mind was filled with images of her daughter covered in blood.
She stared blankly at the door of the emergency room for a long time before she said to her husband, "Also, there’s something in the drawer of Tiantian’s desk, you better go take a look!"
"Huh?" He Yaohua was stunned for a moment, what was this about the contents of his daughter’s desk, and why did he need to check it.
Originally, when he heard the serious tone in his wife’s voice over the phone, He Yaohua had thought something major had happened.
Of course, his daughter being sick and in the hospital was no small matter.
But He Yaohua knew his wife; she was not someone who focused only on the household.
Even if their house was on fire, she wouldn’t easily call him back from his post.
Yet today, she did just that, and she urged him urgently, so He Yaohua’s first reaction was: it must be related to work!
Why would his wife ask him to check the drawer of their daughter’s desk?
If it had been any of his other children, even He Weihong who was still in college, He Yaohua would not have found it so preposterous.
His youngest daughter, just brought back from the countryside.
He Yaohua didn’t mean to look down on his own flesh and blood, but the facts about He Tiantian were clear.
She had only attended a few years of elementary school and was barely literate.
She normally showed no concern for serious matters, engrossed in nothing but eating and drinking.
The little girl seemed not to care much for anyone or anything, except when it came to meat and money—her eyes would shine.
He Yaohua racked his brains but could not fathom how his daughter could be connected to his work.
"I can’t explain it in just a few words, you need to see it for yourself!"
Wu Zhuoya rubbed her temples, her own mind was in such disarray, she couldn’t articulate her thoughts clearly to her husband.
Besides, Wu Zhuoya was not a professional, although she felt that the documents on the papers were important, she had no evidence.
Professional matters should be left to professionals.
Thinking this, Wu Zhuoya added, "Is Old Seo around? If he has time, have him take a look, too."
"Old Seo? He’s busy repairing those drawings."
They had managed to salvage some materials from the ashes, and these past few days, the factory’s top engineers and technicians have been "rescuing" them around the clock.
"Then let Weijun come back and take a look," Wu Zhuoya suggested after a thought.
Perhaps it was because He Yaohua had transferred to a military factory, that for over ten years, Weijun, exposed to the atmosphere, developed a strong interest in military engineering.
In college, he majored in mechanical engineering and after graduation, he was assigned to the factory; now a technician, he was learning from veteran engineers like Old Seo.
"...Okay!" Although he still didn’t quite understand his wife’s intention, based on his knowledge of his wife, He Yaohua believed she was not shooting in the dark.
He sent someone to the factory to call Weijun home, and then He Yaohua, knowing that his daughter would not be out for a while, rushed back to the house.
"Dad, the teacher is really busy, what’s so urgent that you called me home?"
Weijun dashed into the house, burst into the living room, and blurted out his question.
He Yaohua had already gone upstairs ahead of time to the small bedroom; he opened the drawer and took out the carefully placed drawings by Wu Zhuoya.
He unfolded them and just by looking at the first page, He Yaohua’s eyes instantly lit up.
He was a layman, but having been in the factory for years and hearing the old engineers and the Soviet experts discuss their work every day, he had picked up some things.
He recognized some key terms or iconic figures.
Especially these past few days, sitting in the conference room, watching a team of technicians patching things up, he was incredibly struck.
Now, seeing more complete drawings and formulas, his hands began to tremble.
He flipped through the drawings eagerly, examining each one.
Just then, Weijun’s loud voice rang out.
He Yaohua felt as if reinforcements had arrived and quickly called out, "Weijun, come quick, I’m in Tiantian’s room!"
"Dad, we were fine, why are you rummaging through Tiantian’s room?"
Weijun grumbled as he trotted upstairs.