Chapter 285

Ning Miao's voice was very soft, as if she was afraid of disturbing Dong Yishu who was looking at her lovingly on the hospital bed.

"Rationality can solve problems, but sensibility is the characteristic of human beings. I should not rely on the sobriety brought by rational analysis, but learn to understand."

She slowly closed her eyes, and said slowly: "Maybe I still can't understand it now, and I can't describe it in words."

"But I feel like I'm going through a process of getting to know it."

After speaking, Ning Miao opened her eyes.

Her eyes were still a pair of clear and dust-free black eyes, but Dong Yishu could see that there was something more in her eyes, maybe it was something she couldn't explain clearly, maybe it could be called hope.

"Thank you."

She sat down and bowed to Dong Yishu.

The action looks rigid and rigid.

Dong Yishu smiled gratifiedly, tears welled up in the corners of his eyes, but they did not fall, and they shone extremely brightly under the light.

He suddenly had a little strength, and he sat up from half lying on the pillow: "You go, go to your work, and call them all in."

Ning Miao gave a momentary look of astonishment.

She saw that Dong Yishu's body suddenly burst out with strong vitality.

That is……

Ning Miao quickly calmed down, but all her reactions were caught by Dong Yishu. Dong Yishu said with a normal face: "You still have something to do, go, it's useless for you to stay here."

Ning Miao opened her mouth slightly, her lips seemed to tremble, and finally said:

"it is good."

She turned around and walked out of the ward, calling everyone in.

Glancing at the time on the watch, there was still an hour and a half before the game.

She knew that many people were looking for her, but she didn't reply. She just sat on the bench in the corridor and stared fixedly at the closed door of the ward opposite.

Another half hour passed.

A group of people came out in a file, with heavy expressions on their faces, but when they saw Ning Miao was still waiting at the door, they were all stunned.

At the end of the corridor, a group of doctors came hurriedly because they saw Dong Yishu's warning of stopping his heartbeat and vital signs in the medical system.

Seeing all this, Ning Miao knew what was going on inside.

Geng Yuanxiao walked out from the crowd and said solemnly: "Your teacher is gone, and he explained some things about you."

It is to explain to them, not to Ning Miao.

Ning Miao looked at Geng Yuanxiao, her calm black eyes showed no sadness or joy.

Geng Yuanxiao explained one by one.

"One, we will set up Mr. Dong's manuscript editing team, and you will be the leader of this team, responsible for leading the team to organize and compile the manuscripts left by Mr. Dong, and publish his results as soon as possible."

Few people call Dong Yishu the head of the palace, and more people call him Mr. Dong according to Dong Yishu's will.

"Second, we will start your mentor assessment process within a week. After passing the review, you need to lead the secret talent team members to this year's International Sharpenza Conference and lead them to win the first place. This is your teacher's wish."

Ning Miao understood that this was Dong Yishu's chance to integrate into the secret talent group and gain a sense of recognition, otherwise, it would not be her turn to lead the secret talent group.

"Three, you don't need to attend Mr. Dong's funeral."

Geng Yuanxiao added: "Mr. Dong's funeral is in charge of a special person. Only Professor Fang Qin will attend. There are many outsiders and reporters at the scene. This is an open ceremony."

"He said if you want to see him again, you can do it now."

The reason why Dong Yishu's wife Fang Qin did not appear here was because she had already met Dong Yishu after waking up. grief.

Ning Miao also understood that Dong Yishu didn't let her attend the funeral to protect her and conceal her identity—at least for the Academy of Miracles, as long as she attended, the Academy of Miracles would be likely to guess who she was.

Everyone saw that Geng Yuanxiao had said so much, but Ning Miao didn't cry at all, didn't speak, and there was no sadness on his face.

Her expression was very calm, she calmly looked towards the direction of the ward, her pupils were dark and gloomy.

Looks just a little down.

But suddenly, caught off guard, Ning Miao walked into the ward.

The crowd hurried to make way for her.

Ning Miao walked faster and faster, and finally almost ran to the hospital bed.

A group of doctors were busy in front of the hospital bed. When they saw a little girl running over, they stopped what they were doing and prepared to make room for her.

Ning Miao never took her eyes off the person lying on the hospital bed, and said in a calm voice, "Do your own thing, continue."

The doctors froze for a moment, then continued to arrange Dong Yishu's body.

Ning Miao just stood in front of the hospital bed, like a sculpture, without expression or language.

three years ago.

It was in the secret room of the library of the Academy of Miracles, through a special method, through a glass door, that she met Dong Yishu, the legendary head of the Anbang Mansion who had been missing for many years for the first time.

He doesn't look like a person in a high position, but like a refined scholar, like a gentle and gentle elder, even though he is wearing all kinds of shackles and instruments, even if he looks haggard and embarrassed.

At that time, Dong Yishu smiled gently and said, "My child, you are very confused."

Ning Miao actually knew Dong Yishu because he had seen his photo in Anbang Mansion.

She was surprised that Dong Yishu was locked up here, and also surprised that she seemed to be seen through by those seemingly dull black eyes.

So the door of the secret room of the library.

She performed a traditional Kyushu student salute to Dong Yishu through the glass door, and said earnestly: "Secret talent group operator No. 124, zero, please advise."

Through a glass door, the two could not hear each other's voice.

But they can all read lips, and there is no barrier to communication.

So from then on, Dong Yishu acquiesced to her, a student who humbly asked for advice.

Dong Yishu was born in physics, so he has a close relationship with Zhang Jinghua, but later turned to the direction of physics and philosophy, and then turned to study philosophy and psychology, and then entered the Anbang Mansion for several years, and finally became the mansion master.

People don't call Dong Yishu the head of the palace, but follow his wishes and call him Mr. Dong.

No one knows how high Dong Yishu's IQ is.

All I know is that he once suppressed all the rebellious geniuses in the secret talent group.

I only know that his knowledge is as profound as the sea, and he can do everything better than people in the professional field.

However, Dong Yishu didn't teach Ning Miao physics or other things. He only asked her to change to a philosophy major at the Academy of Miracles to see things in the field of philosophy.

Because Ning Miao knows the world, but he doesn't know himself.

As long as Ning Miao went to him, Dong Yishu didn't teach him anything else, he just taught him the most basic knowledge of the world, from how to live, basic necessities of life, to getting along with people, and the knowledge of the world.

It wasn't until the year Ning Miao graduated that she had just obtained her graduation certificate ahead of schedule, and secretly took Dong Yishu away with her back foot. That's when Ning Miao was blacklisted and wanted by the Academy of Miracles.

So for Ning Miao, Dong Yishu's role is not only that of a teacher, but also a status similar to that of a father in a secular family.

One day as a teacher.

Father for life.

"You go."

It wasn't until the doctors were about to push Dong Yishu's body away that Ning Miao bowed and saluted Dong Yishu as a student again.

Then he turned and left without looking back.

(End of this chapter)

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