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Chapter 947 Academician Lao

Su Bao's trip was like a dream, and it was the next morning when he woke up.

After a good night's sleep, my body didn't feel sleepy except for the fact that my Yin energy had been exhausted.

As usual, grandma caught her and gave her a good beating.

Su Yichen came back at noon, and Su Bao was packing things with his grandmother. When he saw Su Yichen, he let out a sigh.

"Uncle, why are you back?"

Su Yichen sat down on the side and said: "Su Bao, you are not going back to Hong County. You can just transfer to another school and come back."

Su Bao was surprised, "What happened?"

Su Yichen said: "Do you remember Academician Lao?"

Su Bao: "Uh!"

I remember, but I never thought of it before.

Su Yichen patted her head lovingly and said, "Don't blame Su Bao, Su Bao is also a busy person."

Su Bao felt embarrassed and asked, "What happened to my old friend?"

Su Yichen nodded: "He has been going abroad in the past few years. My uncle originally thought that he would have some development or career when he went abroad."

"I just learned today that he is going back to China. He went abroad for medical treatment before."

Su Bao quickly sat up straight and asked, "Is my old friend sick?"

Su Yichen hummed: "It wasn't cured, so I came back."

Su Bao asked: "What disease?"

She started to feel a little worried, but more guilty.

Strictly speaking, her old friend was also her other master, the one who taught her how to draw during this period of her life.

Although she hasn't drawn for a long time, she mostly doodles in textbooks.

Suddenly I feel very sorry for my old friend...

Su Yichen said: "It's a relatively rare disease called syringomyelia. He discovered it after he cut his hand while sharpening a pencil without knowing it."

This disease is generally more common congenitally, and is even rarer when it occurs acquired.

It usually manifests as a decrease or disappearance of pain and temperature sensation in one or both upper limbs. In severe cases, the hand may be burned or cut by a knife without feeling it, which will be accompanied by numbness, stiffness, and atrophy.

Academician Lao suffered from an abnormality on one side of his side and could no longer hold a paintbrush. He traveled around the country and abroad, but could not be cured.

Su Bao nodded and said, "When my old friend comes back, I'll go see him."

Because of Academician Lao, Su Bao did not return to Hong County.

Mrs. Su didn't say she was going to move or anything. Although she had some daily necessities, she could just buy new ones.

For some of the more valuable and commemorative ones, just ask Mother Wu to go back and get them.

As for the house?

The Su family is not short of money, so there is no need to sell the house, just leave it vacant. If Su Bao goes there one day, he can have a place to live there temporarily.

The matter was thus decided.

Academician Lao returned to China the next day, and Su Bao and his uncle went to the airport to pick him up early.

Su Yishen took a rest these two days, so he seized the rare opportunity to come with Su Bao, saying he was a doctor and could help.

"Uncle, is it true that syringomyelia cannot be cured?" Su Bao was worried.

Su Yishen said: "It is difficult to treat and the course of the disease is very long."

Su Bao secretly thought, let's see what she can do to help when we meet our old friend!

At this time, the flow of people in the airport increased. Passengers from this flight were coming out. Su Bao stretched his neck and saw an old man sitting in a wheelchair being pushed out.

He had changed a lot from the old friend in Su Bao's memory. His overall condition was not good, he had lost a lot of weight, and more importantly, he had a lingering sense of decadence.

"Old friend!" Su Bao shouted and ran over.

Academician Lao was stunned for a while and then said in surprise: "Hey, it's Su Bao."

Ever since he fell ill, he had almost forgotten about his little disciple...

I'm a closed disciple, it's the author's fault for forgetting so completely.

I only heard Su Bao say guiltily: "I'm sorry, old friend. It's all Su Bao's fault. Su Bao forgot about the teacher."

Academician Lao smiled gently and said: "It doesn't matter, my old friend... I forgot about Su Bao too!"
Chapter completed!
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