1517 There is even a shortage of grass these days.(2/2)
What else could he say, he could only be humble.
"Haha, you are too modest."
"This time, he took the machine factory to send people to the northwest."
"What, people sent you away?"
"Now we're on the train, arrangements have been made with Wang Huzi, and the local factory is well prepared. Don't worry, everything will go well."
"That's good. Why didn't you tell me earlier? You're not as bold and direct as you were back then."
"Hahaha, isn't this about cultivating your moral character?"
"Yes, yes, you have cultivated your moral character, but I still have to crawl around in this mortal world. Alas, we have different fates."
"Hahaha, I heard that you had some trouble in Haojing? Do you want someone to help you?"
"No, I might as well bring a cart of medicinal herbs if I come here alone."
"Those Artemisia annua you mentioned, who would have thought that there is even a shortage of grass these days."
"Who says it's not?"
"But I heard that your family at the Academy of Agricultural Sciences is trying to find a way to plant it in the south. I believe it can be solved."
"That would be the best..."
The two chatted again, and the phone call didn't end for more than half an hour.
It wasn't until he hung up the phone that he got up from his seat and glanced out the window again.
"Right now, resolve the matter here as soon as possible."
He gently clenched his fists, but just thinking about Hao Jing's situation made his heart feel a little heavy.
Now, this is no longer a question of whether to save it, but a matter of common concern at home and abroad.
If it is handled well, the Haojing issue can be put on the table in advance, but if it is not handled well, I will not be able to explain it to the country.
It can be said that now the arrow is on the string and cannot be retreated.
"Uncle, it's time to eat!"
Tang Mingyue's voice came from the door again, making him withdraw from his thoughts.
"Okay, let's eat."
...
The Sixth Hospital.
In the special care ward, a thin figure sat up from the bed and tiptoed, fearing to disturb the man next to the bed.
But just as he was about to get out of bed, a voice suddenly sounded.
"Master, you'd better lie down."
The voice came from the other side, and the young man was startled. He looked back and saw that it was the old housekeeper of the family.
But as the sound rang out, the man beside the bed also woke up. Seeing his son with one foot under him, his face suddenly became serious.
"Alfat, I told you to take good care of your health, but you just disobeyed me."
Mosidov said sternly, with a look of endearment on his face.
Alphat chuckled when he saw it, "Father, am I feeling better now?"
"Besides, the doctors here have said that I can be discharged from the hospital tomorrow, so it won't be long."
Alphat said happily. During this period, he lay in bed for so long that he had to practice getting out of bed and walking for a long time before he returned to normal.
Now, he doesn't want to lie down for a moment.
"The doctor said tomorrow, so we get tomorrow."
"Do you want to disobey the doctor's order?"
Having said this, thinking of that serious figure, Alfat retracted his legs.
No way, in Persia he was a nobleman who was loved by all, but here, well, he was just a patient.
At most he is a special patient.
Seeing his son take his legs back obediently, Mosidov was both amused and relieved.
After experiencing this ordeal, my son has also grown up.
The old housekeeper who came here specially from China had a little emotion in his eyes. He thought that his young master was going to see God this time, but he didn't want to be cured by the mysterious Chinese medicine. It is really a magical country.
More importantly, when the news spread back to China, more people did not believe it, and some even suspected that they had jointly deceived him.
This time he came here to take the old master back, firstly to prove that what Hua Xia said was right, and secondly to make those who covet the family take back their claws.
Otherwise, God's punishment will be waiting for them.
"Father, after I go out tomorrow, I want to see Brother Tao. He promised me and will show me the best car."
Hearing his son talk about Yang Xiaotao, Mosidov was also grateful.
When I first came to China, I came with one in ten thousand hopes. It was because China had plum blossom disinfectant that I took a gamble.
But I don’t want to really bet correctly.
It's just that the process is not what I thought.
He has personally experienced the entire research and experiment process. In addition to being grateful to those Chinese workers, he also has admiration for them.
Among them, Yang Xiaotao deserves the most credit.
If he hadn't boldly adopted the method of using poison to make poison, he might never see his son again.
Perhaps, he couldn't hold on anymore.
And through this incident, he also saw the strong cohesion of China, and ordered tens of thousands of people to go to the wilderness to collect herbs, which was impossible in China.
The profound Chinese culture and the mysterious silver needle shocked him.
Such a country and such a savior, there is no reason why they should not be grateful or make friends with them.
"Okay, I will apply when I am discharged from the hospital tomorrow, and we will go together."
Chapter completed!