Chapter 510: Chapter 215: The Top-grade Classical Prose (Part 7)_2
"Huh, that’s not right. My mom said this morning during breakfast that Tiantian should be almost ready to be discharged from the hospital today. What, she hasn’t been discharged?"
He Weijun, although not too fond of his sister who has brought shame to the family, she was still his blood relative. Seeing her lying unconscious on the hospital bed, he was very worried.
If he hadn’t been so busy at the factory lately, He Weijun would have taken some time off to pick up his younger sister with his real mother.
"Tiantian fell ill again and was taken to the military hospital by your mom and Weihong!"
He Yaohua quickly blurted out the words, then urged, "Stop worrying about that and come inside, quick!"
"Got sick again? Is my little sister okay?"
He Weijun was startled, wondering what exactly had happened to his own sister, and if it was an incurable disease.
Why did she get sick again just after she was about to be discharged?
And she was taken straight to the military hospital?!
With these concerns racing through his mind, He Weijun still rushed inside, taking two steps at a time.
As he entered the room, just as he was about to continue his questioning, he saw his old dad engrossed in a stack of blueprints.
"What’s this?"
Perhaps seeing something related to his own field of expertise, He Weijun asked out of curiosity and leaned in to have a closer look.
"Huh? Is this, is this the structural diagram of an R-type missile? And there are calculation formulas?"
He Weijun had intended to keep asking about his sister, but upon seeing these documents, his eyes widened.
His excitement was palpable; he completely forgot his manners and snatched the blueprints from his father’s hands, studying them intently, "My God, so this is what the complete data looks like?"
"And this graphic, Teacher Seo was just worrying about it, saying that half of it got burned and that fully restoring it would be difficult!"
"Oh my, you even have this? Tian Tian, where on earth did these come from?"
"Dad, Comrade Old He, these are real treasures. Huh, the blueprints are in good condition, but why is there blood on them?"
He Weijun flipped through the blueprints quickly, exclaiming in shock.
Seeing bloodstains on the last few pages, he couldn’t help but frown.
"...Dad, could these have been brought back by comrades on the secret frontline? Was there bloodshed and sacrifice?"
With a wild imagination, He Weijun jumped to such a conclusion.
But soon, he realized that his assumption might not be reliable.
Upon closer examination, he noticed that the bloodstains were very bright in color, as if they had just been smeared.
Could it be that something significant had happened right in the He Family?
He Weijun’s mind already conjured up an exciting espionage movie that was no less than one-hundred-and-twenty minutes long.
He Yaohua heard He Weijun’s exclamations, and the excitement that was once on his face slowly faded away, replaced by an indescribable depth of concern and solemnity.
He had a hunch and spoke softly, "These blueprints were found in Tiantian’s desk, and just one hour ago, Tiantian’s nose would not stop bleeding, and she fell unconscious and was taken to the military hospital!"
So, the blood on these blueprints was very likely left by He Tiantian.
"Tiantian? She, she—?" He Weijun looked disbelieving.
He looked down at the blueprints, then up at He Yaohua, trying to discern something from his father’s expression.
Yet, there wasn’t a trace of jest on He Yaohua’s gaunt face.
He Weijun knew his grandfather was a very upright and stubborn man.
Even if he doted on He Tiantian, he would not fabricate or embellish achievements for his daughter.
So... could these documents really be related to He Tiantian?
Suddenly, the imaginative He Weijun once again made a bold guess, "Dad, could it be that Tiantian wasn’t just hanging out at the western-style building to freeload food and drink, but she was after these documents?"
Because the most complete documents were only available to the Soviet experts living in the western-style building.
Rather than He Tiantian coming up with the documents herself, He Weijun found the possibility that "He Tiantian peeked at Soviet experts’ notes and copied them from memory" to be more believable.
Although the latter was equally astounding.
After all, this wasn’t just a few sentences or numbers, but dozens of pages of data, formulas, and precise graphics.
Someone like He Weijun, who prided himself on graduating from a top university, wouldn’t likely be able to replicate everything he saw in the original materials, just like that.
But the documents were right in front of him, and the "fragments" he struggled with the teacher over the past few days were something He Weijun was very familiar with.
He was absolutely certain that the materials in his hands were accurate and complete.