Chapter 511: Chapter 215: The Top-grade Classical Prose (Part 7)_3
"Your mom said," Tiantian mentioned something during her last hospital stay, ’Excessive use of the brain has led to malnutrition.’"
He Yaohua also considered this possibility, and he sighed softly, "It’s just that your mom didn’t think much of it at the time, so she didn’t take Tiantian’s words to heart."
So, when the doctor said that He Tiantian was suffering from severe malnutrition, Wu Zhuoya was puzzled.
But today, after witnessing such a scene and obtaining valuable data that normally wouldn’t be possible, Wu Zhuoya suddenly remembered that statement.
She even speculated in her mind: He Tiantian’s brain might have some unique qualities that are different from ordinary people.
Normally, her fondness for eating good food wasn’t simply due to craving, but because her body needed the nutrition.
"Ah? Is that even possible? Does little sister have a photographic memory?"
He Weijun was a bit dumbfounded, despite his wild imagination, he couldn’t conceive of such a magical possibility.
The divine beings he knew about were usually those mentioned in novels with photographic memories and innate knowledge.
"It’s possible, but further verification is needed!"
He Yaohua was a firm materialist, so he didn’t believe in ghosts and gods, only in science.
He Tiantian had been sent to a military hospital, and he believed his wife would arrange some tests for their little daughter.
Additionally, once Tiantian woke up, they could directly ask her.
However, before that, He Yaohua had to verify the authenticity of the data over and over again.
"Let’s go! Take this data, and let’s hurry back to the factory and have Old Seo and the others take a good look at it!"
He Yaohua was decisive, gave an order, and then strode out the front door.
He Weijun quickly followed suit.
Meanwhile, in the hospital, He Tiantian was hooked up to a glucose drip again.
At Wu Zhuoya’s insistence, the doctor also added some nutritional injections.
One must realize that in those times, Western medicine was rare, and nutritional injections were even rarer.
Wu Zhuoya had gone out of her way, calling in favors from old comrades, to secure a spot for He Tiantian.
Watching the ivory-colored liquid flow into He Tiantian’s veins, and seeing her color improve little by little, Wu Zhuoya finally let out a long breath.
Her daughter was indeed suffering from malnutrition, and it was all due to overuse of her brain.
Wuu wuu, she had wronged her daughter in the past, thinking her gluttony was embarrassing.
She, she truly wasn’t a good mother; she had failed Tiantian badly.
Wu Zhuoya blamed herself in silence, sitting by the bed, gently holding He Tiantian’s hand, quietly keeping her company.
"Mom, little sister won’t have any issues, right?"
Seeing her little sister wheeled out of the emergency room into the ward and successfully hooked up to an IV, He Weihong’s tense nerves slightly relaxed.
She had been scared out of her wits today; even now, her legs felt weak.
Sitting beside the hospital bed, He Weihong whispered, looking at her sister’s frail figure.
"She’ll be fine, Tiantian will definitely be okay!" Wu Zhuoya assured her, though it was unclear if she was speaking to He Weihong or comforting herself.
"She’s just malnourished; as long as we replenish her nutrients, she’ll wake up!"
"Yes, that’s right!"
Wu Zhuoya murmured to herself, then suddenly, as if she had deciphered a code, urged He Weihong, "Quick, go home and bring over the meat porridge."
"Also, go find your father and brother, and try to get some meat tickets, buy meat, lots of meat!"
"Tiantian said she wanted to eat braised pork!"
"Even if she can’t eat now, we can still cook her meat porridge!"
"And milk powder, I remember the logistics department of the factory has some set aside for the experts, have your dad get all of it for Tiantian!"
Wuu wuu, her Tiantian had longed for milk, bread, and roasted meat.
Such delicacies were reserved for the experts helping to build Hua Country.
But their Tiantian deserved it even more!
Tiantian had worked herself sick!
While those experts were well taken care of by the factory, they could leave without a second thought and no concessions.
Alright, though leaving and such wasn’t really up to the experts.
Wu Zhuoya was simply venting her frustrations.
Her daughter Tiantian worked so hard to produce those materials, she ended up in the hospital, and as a mother, Wu Zhuoya felt nothing but heartache and guilt.
Especially considering that in the past, including herself and her husband, they had all wronged Tiantian, Wu Zhuoya felt utterly ashamed.
"...Mom, I know you’re worried about Tiantian, but, but—"
Meat tickets and the like were feasible; they could figure it out somehow, and get a hold of them.
But milk powder and such were special provisions reserved for experts.
Even though the experts had left, those items couldn’t be used casually.
Their father had been principled all his life; even with affection for his own children, he wouldn’t break the rules.
"You just go, my poor Tiantian deserves it, she’s not just greedy, she, she’s overworked her brain!"
If that data proved to be real and effective, then Tiantian would be an Outstanding Official for their factory, and even for the nation.
If an Outstanding Official wanted something good to nourish their brain, what was the harm?!
If He Yaohua, that old fuddy-duddy, dares to talk to her about principles and discipline again, she’d go complain to the old chief...