I Became a Medical Genius in the 80s

Chapter 855 - 854: Injured

Beisitian’s strength has already reached eighty percent of her past life, and I believe in a few years, she will be able to restore her peak strength.These are all experiences she has gone through, and she won’t develop an inflated ego because of external opinions. The reason she has reached this point now is merely for the sake of planning for her two children; otherwise, she would rather quietly live a life of leisure and raising children.

Beisitian can maintain her true self and treat others peacefully not only because of her rich experience but also for another reason.

That’s why she did not refuse Chai Xiaohu’s request. In her heart, the only difference between now and seven or eight years ago is her recovered strength, while her mindset has always remained the same.

Moreover, she could tell that Chai Xiaohu regretted not being able to perfectly match her guzheng back then, and now she just wants to make up for it.

Chai Xiaohu is still the finale performer, and now she closes every performance!

However, today when Chai Xiaohu came on stage, it was a bit different. She didn’t accompany or harmonize as she used to; today, she stood alone in the center of the stage, slightly turned, watching something.

Soon, a slender figure stood up from the front row, and two stands were moved quickly onto the stage, followed by a guzheng.

Everyone saw the figure that stood up from the first row directly walk towards the guzheng. She sat down in front of it, and her richly Chinese-styled clothing made her look harmonious with the instrument.

Once the slender woman sat down, everyone saw Chai Xiaohu bow deeply to her, then turn around, pick up the microphone, and close her eyes to prepare her emotions.

Beisitian’s long, slender fingers gently landed on the strings, and the music began to play leisurely. Chai Xiaohu quickly entered the state, her facial expression also relaxing.

This time, no matter what, she couldn’t hold Beisitian back; she wanted to elevate the entire song to a climax along with Beisitian’s accompaniment!

"Xiao Bei has achieved such proficiency on the guzheng!" Qiao Hongjie exclaimed in astonishment. He was very fond of ancient instruments handed down from ancestors, and besides, his legs were troubled, but his hands weren’t!

He had dabbled in the guzheng a little, but his level was far inferior to Beisitian’s.

At this moment, Wei Zhongyuan, standing to the side of the formation, watched Beisitian on stage. Her focused expression and the gently moving fingers seemed to emit a soft glow, and it was probably such slender, long, fair, and delicate hands that could stir many men’s hearts.

At this moment, in Wei Zhongyuan’s eyes, Beisitian was shining with dazzling light. He couldn’t even bear to blink!

The melodious guzheng sound and the soft, bright singing elevated the entire performance to a climax. This time, her voice and the guzheng sound became one, no longer a burden to Beisitian—this was the result of her efforts all these years!

She never thought that there would be a day when her wishes could come true.

Thank you!

The performance ended, and the soldiers began to leave the training ground with their small stools, and the art soldiers of the cultural troupe also began to disperse.

At first, Song Fanggang thought that having Beisitian accompany Chai Xiaohu was demeaning, but after it ended, he heard the discussions around and realized that Beisitian’s presence didn’t lower the status but raised Chai Xiaohu’s.

Song Fanggang couldn’t help but sigh. Even though he was more than double Beisitian’s age, in terms of mindset and realm, he was far behind Beisitian.

He couldn’t see through, couldn’t figure it out.

Many people’s obsession with face and maintaining appearances, when you look back at a certain moment, you find it so childish and fragile.

Beisitian didn’t stay for the planned two extra days. Qi Xiu Hui contacted her, saying she could leave at any time, so they decided to leave the next day.

They returned to Beijing the next afternoon, and the Military Department made proper arrangements for Qi Xiu Hui. On the other hand, they had almost finished investigating the old senior who could create living bacteria.

However, another unexpected event occurred; it seemed that the old senior was not currently residing in that forest!

Because of this, the plan had to be put on hold, waiting for that person to return.

Qi Xiu Hui had no idea; her husband was on a mission and wouldn’t return for ten days or half a month. At home, it was just her, so she felt she had the opportunity to enjoy herself. This was her first time in Beijing, and she didn’t have to pay for anything herself.

Beisitian’s life temporarily returned to its prior routine: sending her children to kindergarten, researching their genetic disorders, and discussing the Ghost Doctor’s heritage with Qiao Hongjie and Desan.

Such a simple life seemed simple, but it was incredibly fulfilling.

However, the peace of the small courtyard was soon broken by someone.

It was past ten o’clock one night. After coaxing the children to sleep, Beisitian sat in the courtyard to cool down. Luo Xudong had been on a mission for five days, and she couldn’t sleep.

Although she was always worried about Luo Xudong, when he returned, she never spoke of it, nor did she complain, just as when she would be gone for half a month or a month—Luo Xudong became anxious and looked for her, but he never complained.

The only company she had in the courtyard was Zhuangzhuang, who had been lying at her feet but suddenly raised its head, its eyes flashing green lights, looking towards the door.

Beisitian knew Zhuangzhuang well; it must have discovered something, and it wasn’t something ordinary.

Zhuangzhuang let out a low growl, revealing its large teeth, and Beisitian gently patted its head, catching a faint scent of blood that was getting stronger.

As she was just starting to frown, the door suddenly pounded, a hurried sound full of tension and urgency.

"Who is it?" Beisitian stood still, clearly not opening the door casually.

"Auntie..."

A very weak voice sounded, then fell silent.

Beisitian’s expression changed; she hurriedly walked to the door with Zhuangzhuang following closely.

She opened the door and found that it was really Shi Guang lying on the ground, covered in blood, his face deathly pale, clearly severely injured!

Beisitian’s expression was grave. She looked around, found no one in the night, and Zhuangzhuang had no other reactions, indicating no one was around.

She quickly helped Shi Guang up, and Shi Guang had no strength left, his consciousness not clear, and most of his body weight relying on Beisitian.

She did not directly take him into the house but instead helped him into the side room, immediately creating a hemostatic Xuan Talisman for him to drink!

Judging by Shi Guang’s appearance, if not treated promptly, he would likely die from excessive bleeding. He probably didn’t have the strength and spirit to make talismans himself.