Chapter 40: Car Accident

  Zhan Fei naturally knew the other party, and Hong Jiancheng said: "Zhan Fei classmate, I came here hoping that you can value your own talent. Your physical quality has the potential to become a national or even world-class athlete. Don't you want to try?"

  Zhan Fei listened and slightly shook his head, saying: "Teacher, I prefer to study and exercise, but can only say that I'm good at it. In this aspect, I will only participate when there are collective activities, and won't be able to devote more energy, so sorry."

  Hong Jiancheng listened and hated that he couldn't become steel, saying: "But your conditions, if you don't become an athlete, it's really a waste!"

  Upon hearing Hong Jiancheng's words, Guo Xin and Zhou Tai also looked at Hong Jiancheng. This teacher is too enthusiastic, it's a bit like the emperor isn't in a hurry but the eunuch is. However, they didn't dare to interrupt, while Zhan Fei said to Hong Jiancheng: "I still prefer learning."

  Hong Jiancheng listened and said: "Your grades, I have already asked your instructor about them. In your class, your level is generally average, and in your major, to be honest, it's not very advantageous when looking for a job, and the future prospects are uncertain."

  And if you become an athlete, the teacher can guarantee that you will at least become a national-level athlete, able to frequently represent some province or city and even represent China in some competitions, with an annual salary of no less than 300,000!

  As soon as the words fell, Zhou Tai and Guo Xin's eyes lit up. The annual salary is not less than 300,000, more than 20,000 per month! This treatment, I'm afraid there are only a few in the whole school. I remember when I was a freshman, I heard other students talking about their seniors, the most impressive one was a senior sister who entered Baidu company, with an annual salary of 200,000 as soon as she went.

  So the two of them heard Hong Jiancheng's words and were both somewhat moved. Guo Xin couldn't help but speak up: "Old Three, a yearly salary of 300,000? That's treatment we wouldn't even dare to think about! How about you consider it?"

  And Zhou Tai also said: "If the teacher's words are without any exaggeration, then it's indeed worth a try."

  If there was a teacher standing in front of him before being possessed by this game character, guaranteeing that following his guidance would lead to an annual salary of 300,000 yuan when he grew up, Xian Fei would have agreed immediately. However, after being possessed by this character, even Xian Fei himself found it difficult to estimate his own future.

  Not to mention other aspects, just talking about the economic aspect, a salary of 300,000 yuan per year has no temptation for Zhan Fei at all. To know that previously he himself used his sewing skills to make clothes and earned over 10,000 yuan in one day, and in a month, he would have earned what Hong Jiancheng said about the annual salary.

  Moreover, what's more important is that Zhan Fei has no interest in becoming an athlete. Training every day, where's the fun in life?

  So Zhan Fei didn't waver at all, and said in a firm tone: "Sorry, I really don't have that kind of idea. Besides, in a few days, I still need to participate in the provincial math competition, so I have to go study, goodbye."

  Zhan Fei said, and directly got up and left the dormitory, then went to the library. Hong Jiancheng was full of disappointment and gloom, he had finally found such a good seedling, but the other party didn't have the slightest interest in becoming an athlete. Those who wanted to become athletes were limited by their talent, training every day couldn't catch up with others' natural ability, it's really frustrating.

  Zhan Fei was also scared by Hong Jiancheng, so he used the math competition as an excuse to escape to the library. Since the math department had classes, there were no other people on the bookshelf where Zhan Fei was, and he became completely absorbed in it.

  As the amount of time he spent increased, Xiang Fei seemed to have entered a strange state. Various mathematical formulas and symbols, one by one, on the basis of the original, seemed to be given a new meaning, and those books that had been read once and fully understood also gained new connotations.

  He also saw the inherent connection and a mysterious law between different mathematical concepts through those superficial things, this feeling can only be understood but not expressed in words, and this feeling made him very excited and excited, because he knew that on the road of mathematics, he had taken another big step forward.

  Bozhou People's Hospital, Emergency Department, a middle-aged woman with a pale face lay on the emergency bed, while a middle-aged man and a young couple were all anxious. The girl even had tears streaming down her face, only to hear her say: "Doctor, please save my mother!"

  The doctor in the emergency department took a look at the middle-aged man and said, "Mayor Wei, your wife is now bleeding severely, and her blood type is also rare RH negative. There is no stock in the blood bank, and you and your children's blood types are not compatible. Although the patient's surgery has been successful."

  However, due to excessive blood loss, her self-recovery ability and immunity have greatly decreased. For a period of time, she may not be able to wake up, and her body will become weaker and weaker. We must find matching blood type for her, otherwise...

  Wei Qing Song listened and said: "Otherwise what will happen?"

  "The doctor hesitated for a moment before saying: 'It's extremely easy to trigger coronary heart disease, leading to cardiac failure.'"

  At this time, the young man was furious: "So dangerous, you still dare to say that the operation is successful?"

  The young man said, directly picked up a stool beside him, and was about to smash the doctor, while Wei Qing Song let out an angry hum, saying: "Get out!"

  The young man heard Wei Qing's words, stunned for a moment, and finally did not dare to disobey. He threw the stool in his hand on the ground and walked out. Wei Qing looked at the woman on the bed again, with a look of anxiety and heartache.

  The woman on the hospital bed is Zhao Rong, Wei Qing's wife. Just a few hours ago, Zhao Rong drove to work by herself and encountered a large truck.

  The owner of the large truck was a long-distance transporter, and at that time it was early morning. The driver had been driving for nearly fifteen hours from another province to reach Bozhou, and his mental state was extremely fatigued and relaxed. He didn't see Zhao Rong's car coming, and then his big truck hit Zhao Rong's car.

  The truck driver was also scared, and he immediately abandoned the vehicle and ran away. Soon after, someone called the police, and Zhao Rong was sent over. Thanks to the protection of the airbag, although the truck was very large, Zhao Rong did not die on the spot. With timely medical attention, there should be no danger to his life.

  But unexpectedly, Zhao Rong's blood type turned out to be the extremely rare HR negative blood, which was not in stock in the hospital's blood bank. The two children had the same blood type as their father, B-type blood, and under such circumstances, the critical period that was thought to have been passed was once again looming.