Electronic Nezha

Chapter 28 The Refinement of Training
"Is it really that amazing...?" Just when I had a bad feeling, that feeling came true: when I turned the piece of paper over, I found the character "炼" (refine) written in an inconspicuous corner on the back.

The reason this piece of paper is only the size of a cigarette box is because someone cut it like this, probably using a ruler. It has rough edges. It used to be an A4 sheet of paper, and the content on it was a request for leave from the PE teacher.

I know this so clearly because this piece of paper is from my home, and the character "炼" (lian, meaning to refine) is my original handwriting! Nowadays, nine out of ten junior high school students have a printer at home, and A4 paper has become a necessity. My family is no exception.

At the beginning of this semester, Liu Zhenhua had a cough, and he asked me to write a leave note to avoid running in PE class the next day. After writing just one sentence, I felt a little unsatisfied, so I added, "I will definitely strengthen my physical exercise in the future" to please the teacher. At the time, I wasn't sure whether the word "exercise" or "train" was correct, so I flipped it over and used the other side as scratch paper to experiment. In the end, Liu Zhenhua told me that "train" was the right word...

So this paper belongs to Liu Zhenhua, and the content on it... why am I explaining so much? Of course, it was drawn by him. Could it be Ip Man?
When Director Chen saw that I was silent, he asked, "Old Liu, have you seen this piece of paper before?"

"No, what's the use of this thing?"

"This thing is very useful. The biggest challenge in Chen Zihan's surgery was finding the bleeding points. The locations marked on this paper are extremely precise, and the surgical procedure is also clearly annotated. As long as you strictly follow the steps, even a recent graduate can complete the procedure."

"The results of it?"

"The result is that my teacher initially approached it with a 'let's give it a try' attitude, but later he completed the surgery according to its instructions, and now it is his masterpiece. You can see Chen Zihan's condition; it's no different from having a cold. In our field, in the medical community, this is considered a miracle. All of this is thanks to this piece of paper."

"Oh." I'm numb.

"You really haven't seen it before?"

"Where have I ever seen something this high-end? If I were to write you a list of current fruit purchase prices—by the way, who wrote this?" I knew the answer, but I had to ask anyway, otherwise what would I say?
Director Chen carefully took the piece of paper back and put it away: "We are looking for its owner. I told you, it was tucked among a pile of medical films. Only a few people have handled the films. Experts from both our hospital and other hospitals have said it wasn't you. I heard that you and your son went to the hospital the day Hanhan had the accident..."

I asserted, "It was probably written by Liu Zhenhua."

Director Chen laughed: "I was just desperate and grasping at straws, thinking that maybe you might be one of those hidden masters in plain sight..."

I patted him on the shoulder and said, "You're the best doctor, but you can't just grab any doctor when you're desperate."

"Haha, it's getting late—Chen Zihan, have you finished eating?" Director Chen had already lost interest in continuing our conversation.

"Oh my god!" Chen Zihan's mother screamed from the balcony. We rushed to the balcony from all directions and saw her covering her mouth, staring at the corner of the wall in horror.

I turned on the light, and the balcony was completely exposed. In the corner, Yuan Yuan stood there stiffly...

I never expected Yuanyuan to be here. I thought Chen Zihan's mother had discovered our washing machine, which stood atop the mountain overlooking all living beings, and was lamenting our poverty.

Although Yuan Yuan is not the same as before, a closer look still reveals that she is a "toy person".

"I thought there was a person standing there," Chen Zihan's mother said, still shaken.

“Mine, mine,” Liu Zhenhua said, emerging from the crowd. “I was just doing it for fun.”

Chen Zihan laughed and said, "Liu Zhenhua, you're quite the little inventor—can it move?"

Liu Zhenhua said, "What are you thinking? Of course not."

Director Chen examined Yuan Yuan closely and said, "I must say, the workmanship is quite good, they put a lot of effort into it—wait, why are there electrical wires if it can't be moved?"

Just as I was racking my brains trying to figure out how to change the subject, Old Wang arrived with a carton of cherries.

"It's just a small token of my appreciation, please don't mind, Director Chen. I've also prepared some for Director Du." I took the cherries and stuffed them into Director Chen's hand, then led everyone back to the living room.

Chen Zihan's mother said, "It's all such a small matter, you don't need to be so polite. How will the two children get along in the future?"

Chen Zihan ran back to Liu Zhenhua's room with a grin and continued to gnaw on her chicken wings. This little girl is either incredibly smart and knows not to meddle in adults' affairs, or she really is a foodie.

I shoved the gift box at Director Chen, hoping he'd get caught if he hesitated even slightly. Director Chen, however, twisted his shoulders and turned his palms outward, giving me no chance. It was a comprehensive contest of endurance, willpower, physical strength, and inner power; any writer skilled in describing martial arts could write 30,000 words just by watching.

Old Wang shouted from the side, "You two, stop fighting!" "Huh?" Director Chen and I looked at him together.

Old Wang said, "You can't take back what you've already taken." He didn't know the whole story, but he could tell I wanted to give him a gift, so he still spoke up for me.

Director Chen accepted the gift box and said, "How about this, I'll give the gift to Director Du on your behalf."

"That won't work..."

Director Chen waved his hand to stop me from continuing, saying, "If you insist, I can only bring something else tomorrow to repay your favor."

Chen Zihan's mother said, "That's right. On the day Hanhan had the accident, you and your son were running errands and taking care of everything. In principle, our whole family should come to thank you. If you continue like this, it will make us seem too inconsiderate."

Chen Zihan poked her head out and said, "Liu Zhenhua even wrote me a letter on behalf of the whole class."

Old Wang, looking bewildered, asked, "What did you write?"

Chen Zihan said frankly, "Actually, it's just two sentences. The first sentence is 'Get up and run!'"

It has a touch of beauty, and it captures the essence of youth.

Old Wang asked, "And the second line?"

Chen Zihan glanced at Liu Zhenhua and said, "Go ahead and say it."

Liu Zhenhua laughed and said, "At your age, you can still sleep?"

Chen Zihan and her family have left...

The chicken wings Chen Zihan ate were clean and shiny, with the small bones piled up like a work of art. In contrast, the chicken wings Liu Zhenhua ate were a messy pile. If you asked someone who didn't know any better which of these piles of bones was the work of the AI ​​robot, they would definitely say the former.

Because of Lao Wang's presence, my son and I couldn't exchange words for the time being.

Old Wang watched Chen Zihan's family leave, and after closing the door, he said to me, "When I first came in, I thought Liu Zhenhua had beaten up some kid and you were asking for something as an apology."

Liu Zhenhua said, "Uncle Wang, why don't you wish me any better?"

"You call this not wanting you to be happy? When kids fight, the winner apologizes to the other person. I thought you had won, didn't I?" He winked and said, "Then I found out it was a little girl. Zhenhua, your girlfriend?"

Liu Zhenhua said speechlessly, "Uncle Wang, your joke is so old-fashioned."

I also said, "Don't talk nonsense, that's Liu Zhenhua's deskmate. She's the little girl who got hit by the car."

"Oh, oh—that explains why your hairstyle is done so quickly!"

All I can say is, "Her dad is an expert, and she even brought in her mentor, so what can they possibly do?"

After hearing this, Old Wang said with emotion, "If I had met his coach back then, I might be drinking with Liu Xiang right now."

"Forget it, he treats brain disorders. When you met him back then, at most he cured the problem that made you a bit off in the head."

Old Wang chuckled, pulled out five hundred yuan and gave it to me, saying, "This is for your old man. I won't be going over there. If I don't keep an eye on the stall, we'll both starve. Oh right, you can at least get some money from Li Ping, but I can't." He naturally knew about my dad's situation since I hadn't been to the stall for a day.

You've reached number one in the category and number eight on the overall new book chart! You guys are amazing! I'm giving you a thumbs up...

Uh, just kidding, just kidding. Keep up the good work, everyone! Thanks!
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(End of this chapter)