Hearing the old man's affirmation, Rong Shuti's heart finally returned to its original place, and her heart felt warm, "Thank you, grandpa, for the compliment. By the way, grandpa, why did you call me suddenly? This archaeological mission is about to end.
Yet?"
"It's still early. A large-scale archaeological project will take a year and a half to complete. We have just cleared the passage to the main tomb and are preparing to enter the main tomb tomorrow. So I called you and asked you to find time to go there.
Go to my old house and send me an archaeological notebook that I keep in my study."
"So that's it. I understand. When do you want it? Is it urgent?" Rong Shu asked.
Grandpa's old house was in the countryside. It would take her three hours to drive there.
If she was in a hurry, she would leave now and probably wouldn't arrive until dark.
"It's not particularly urgent. You can just send it over this week. I will send you the address later." The old man replied with a smile.
Rong Shu nodded, "Okay, then I will go to the old house tomorrow."
Afterwards, the grandfather and grandson asked each other about each other's current situation, and then reluctantly hung up the phone.
Putting down her phone, Rong Shu saw Fu Jingting staring at her.
Not knowing what she was thinking, Rong Shu subconsciously said: "My grandpa."
"I know." Fu Jingting nodded, "It's just that I've never heard you say that you have a grandpa."
Rong Shu put her cell phone into her bag, "My grandpa is an archaeologist. He is in the mountains and forests all year round. In addition, he is a low-key person, so there is nothing to say."
Fu Jingting hummed, "What did he ask you to do?"
"Send a piece of archaeological information." Rong Shu didn't hide anything and answered directly.
At this time, there was a knock on the ward door.
Rong Shu turned around and saw a strange doctor standing outside the door with a nurse.
"Mr. Fu, it's time for your examination." The nurse looked at Fu Jingting and reminded.
Fu Jingting knew that the doctor next to the nurse was from the cardiology department. His eyes flashed and he said to Rong Shu, "Rong Shu, please go out first."
Rong Shu didn't think much about it. She just felt that he asked her to go out because he was afraid that she would affect the doctor's examination. Then she nodded and agreed, "Okay, it happens to be getting late, so I will go back first and make you something to eat."
,What do you want to eat?"
"Mr. Fu can only eat light food." The doctor said quickly, fearing that Fu Jingting would eat random food that would not be good for his injury.
Fu Jingting glanced at him coldly from the corner of his eyes.
The doctor looked at the nurse innocently, wondering what he had done wrong.
The nurse rolled her eyes at him.
This is a straight man.
Didn't you see that Mr. Fu's eyes were shining when he heard the lady ask what he wanted to eat?
As a result, with just one word from this stupid doctor, the light in Mr. Fu's eyes disappeared in an instant.
Can all Mr. Fu hate him?
Rong Shu saw the interaction between the doctor and the nurse and couldn't help but cover her lips and chuckled, "Since the doctor said you can only eat light food, I'll cook you some porridge and make some bland ones."
How about some snacks?”
"Okay, it's up to you." Fu Jingting looked back at Rong Shu, and his originally cold eyes instantly turned gentle.
He originally wanted to eat the boiled fish she cooked by herself.
He still remembered that not long after they got married, she cooked a boiled fish for the first time, and the aroma was particularly strong.
However, he was still in a hypnotic state at that time and did not recognize her, so even though the boiled fish was very fragrant and made his index fingers move, he did not eat it, but he never forgot the smell.
And now, he really wanted to try that dish.
What's more, he hoped that he could taste all the dishes she had cooked in the past three years, so that he would die without regrets.
However, now, his wish has been disturbed by this doctor before it even started.
But fortunately, the porridge and snacks were also made by her, which gave him some psychological comfort. The boiled fish could only wait until next time.
"Then porridge and snacks." Rong Shu nodded, "Then I'll leave first and I'll come back in the evening."
"Well, pay attention to safety on the road." Fu Jingting nodded.
Rong Shu closed the door and left.
In the ward, Fu Jingting saw Rong Shu leaving, and then he looked at the doctor. He changed his gentle tone and said in a cold and calm voice: "Let's get started."
He unbuttoned his hospital gown with one hand, revealing his muscular chest.
The doctor took out his stethoscope, put it on, and began to perform routine heart examinations on him.
The nurse, on the other hand, opens the medical record folder and makes relevant records.
After an examination, the doctor took back his tools, took off his gloves and said, "Mr. Fu, your heart is still in good condition at the moment, but as time goes by, its load will begin to increase, and you will begin to feel...
It gets worse, with weakness and shortness of breath, and you can't even do strenuous exercise, and you can't even be frightened or stimulated, otherwise you will easily go into shock."
"I know." Fu Jingting closed his clothes and buttoned them back one by one, saying in a calm tone, as if he was not the one who had the heart problem.
This made the doctor a little surprised.
Are the psychological qualities of rich people so good?
"Tell me honestly, in my case, is it possible to find a heart?" Fu Jingting finished buttoning up and stared at the doctor.
The doctor pondered for a few seconds before replying: "I'm sorry, Mr. Fu, I don't want to lie to you. To be honest, it's not too high. If your system and blood type are the same as ordinary people, a suitable heart will definitely be good for you."
It's not difficult, but your system is rather special, so it's almost impossible to find a suitable heart, unless of course you are a blood relative."
Speaking of this, the doctor secretly took a look at Fu Jingting's expression to see if his words had angered him.
Seeing this, the doctor's heart skipped a beat.
Fu Jingting's face was gloomy and ugly, and he was obviously angry.
He stared at the doctor with cold eyes without any emotion, "I don't want to hear such words a second time."
Indeed, the blood relative's heart matched his very well.
But currently his only blood relatives are his grandmother and Jinglin.
And it is absolutely impossible for him to attack the heart of his blood relative, so what is the difference between him and the beast!
"Yes, yes, I'm sorry, Mr. Fu, I won't say it anymore." The doctor knew what he said was wrong and apologized quickly.
Fu Jingting waved his hand, "Go out."
"Yes." The doctor and nurse looked at each other and left the ward respectfully.
As soon as they left, Assistant Zhang came back.
"Mr. Fu, I have already ordered you to go down. I believe news will come from major airports soon." Assistant Zhang walked into the ward with a stack of documents to report.
Fu Jingting said yes, indicating that he understood.
Assistant Zhang handed over the documents, "Mr. Fu, these are documents that require your signature. You can take a look at them when you have time."
"Put it there." Fu Jingting pointed to the head of the bed.
Assistant Zhang put the documents on the table and then looked around the ward. When he saw that Mr. Fu was the only one, he asked with a deep look in his eyes: "Mr. Fu, is Miss Rong gone?"
"She went back to cook me dinner." Fu Jingting's eyes softened instantly.
Assistant Zhang opened his eyes in surprise, "Cooking dinner?"
"Yeah." Fu Jingting nodded, "Are you surprised?"
"Of course." Assistant Zhang didn't deny it. He pushed up his glasses and replied, "It's not like Miss Rong to cook dinner for you."