Best Son-in-law

Hearing Lin Yu's words, Annie came back to her senses. She swallowed her saliva, looked down at the time, nodded, and murmured, "No...no..."

"That's good!"

Lin Yu smiled faintly, then looked at the door of the room, dragged Annie into the ward inside, and at the same time directly locked the door.

I saw that this ward was very large, with a full area of ​​thirty or forty square meters, and was fully furnished. On the bed in the middle was a thin, white-haired old man who was exactly the old Mr. Qian Lin Yu was looking for.

At this time, his eye sockets are deep, his eyes are closed, his expression is weak, he wears an oxygen mask on his mouth, panting heavily, and his chest rises and falls violently, but the rate is very slow, much lower than that of ordinary people, and it seems that every breath is exhausted. All his strength.

Lin Yu dashed to Mr. Qian and found out the photos on the phone and compared them carefully. It was confirmed that Mr. Qian was on the hospital bed. No doubt, he immediately reached out and pierced Mr. Qian’s wrist, his brows were involuntary. He wrinkled and said solemnly, "The old man's physical condition can't be objective..."

As he said, he leaned his head and whispered several times in the ear of Mr. Qian.

Hearing the sound, Mr. Qian opened his eyes slowly, but his eyes were a little dazed.

"Old gentleman, I am from Yanxia!"

Lin Yu whispered, "I received the commission from the leaders above to visit you from across the ocean..."

"Yan...Yanxia people?"

The old man's lips moved slightly, making a very faint sound, and then his eyes moved slightly, turning his head to look at Lin Yu with difficulty.

"Yes, have you heard of the Military Aircraft Department in the summer? I am He Jiarong from the Military Aircraft Department!"

Lin Yu whispered to the old gentleman Qian, saying that he took out his expired and invalid military aircraft department certificate, and carefully showed it to the old gentleman.

Lin Yu didn't know whether Mr. Qian had heard of the Military Aircraft Department, or whether Mr. Qian could understand the document in his hand, but he knew that Mr. Qian would definitely be able to recognize the bright red five-pointed star on his document!

Sure enough, after seeing the documents in Lin Yu's hand, Mr. Qian's slightly dull eyes suddenly burst out with an exuberant light and opened his mouth.

"What are you going to say?!"

Lin Yu hurriedly turned his head to the side of the old gentleman.

"Yes... But He Jiarong of the Chinese Medicine Association... Mr. He?"

Mr. Qian asked in an extremely weak voice.

Lin Yu couldn't help being a little surprised when he heard that Mr. Qian knew him. He looked awkward, nodded hurriedly, and said sternly, "Exactly! Junior He Jiarong, I have seen Mr. Qian!"

"Okay...Okay..."

Mr. Qian grinned hard, and said in a low voice, "I have heard...Mr. He's name...I'll see you today, the old man Sansheng is fortunate..."

"Old sir, you are so shameless!"

Lin Yu's heart trembled, but he didn't expect this old gentleman to be so polite to himself.

"You... are the pride of the hot summer..."

Mr. Qian said with a smile, "Young people are strong... the country is strong... With you, the hot summer future... can be expected..."

Obviously, he had also heard about Lin Yu's deeds before.

"Old sir, you are absurd!"

Lin Yu hurriedly squeezed Old Mr. Qian's hand, and said with great emotion, "You old people who have a history of accomplishment and vigor and strength are the backbone of the summer!"

In front of Mr. Qian, he really didn't dare to bear the praise, it was still far away!

He believes that he has been incognito for decades, isolated from his family, and dedicated to his country, he can't do it!

"The dying year of the wind and candle... this will be difficult..."

Mr. Qian sighed softly, thinking of the past, and his muddy eyes were full of vicissitudes in an instant.

"Old sir, you will get better..."

Lin Yu's nose was sore, he gritted his teeth and said, "I will definitely find a way to take you back to China..."

"Back home?!"

Mr. Qian's voice trembled, and a layer of mist appeared in his eyes for an instant, and he whispered softly, "Thinking back to the water, all day long... It's a pity that I can't go back... I can't go back again..."

Over the years, he has long understood that there is no hope of returning home in this life.

Lin Yu felt a tingling pain in his heart and choked for a while, not knowing how to comfort him.

"Mr. He, you are here this time... but what's the matter..."

Mr. Qian suddenly realized something at this moment, turned his head to look at Lin Yu with difficulty, and said with awe-inspiring expression, "If the country has any needs... the old man is broken and will die..."