"Oh... I'm sorry, I'm so excited." Dr. French sat down and looked around him: "Matthew, have you seen Aoife? He seems to be missing!"

With that said, Dr. French stood up again anxiously. Mr. Offee was stunned. It seemed that his father had just 'remembered' this matter.

He hesitated for a moment, gave up the idea of ​​asking his secretary to call the young actor, and said directly: "Did you forget? Aoife went to the bathroom."

"Oh...really?" Dr. French nodded, then sat down again, shook his head and said: "Actually, this makes me so angry, I would rather stay in school and continue correcting exams, or maybe

It’s an experiment.”

Mr. Offee smiled and said: "You don't like sports to begin with."

Recalling that when Dr. French took him to watch this game, he actually slept for the entire second half in the messy environment, Mr. Offe smiled subconsciously.

Dr. French shook his head and muttered, "Who likes Aoife? You will understand when you become a father."

Dr. French tapped Mr. Offee lightly on the shoulder.

"I don't understand." Mr. Aoife looked at Dr. French, and something in his heart was touched. "I don't understand you. I don't understand why you always talk about Aoife, but why you always leave it to him.

What you see is just your back, and you don’t understand that until later, you only have satellites in your heart.”

"Really... you don't understand, you don't understand..." Dr. French muttered to himself, seeming to remember something.

Mr. Aoife was keenly aware of Dr. French's anomaly, and suddenly felt a little excited. He heard Dr. French suddenly shrug, "Of course you don't understand, because you are not a father, haha!"

"Yeah...I'm not." Mr. Offee let out a long breath and looked at the players walking around on the football field below, "Indeed, I can tell you...Actually, I am the same way. Over the years,

.”

"Why are you so negative all of a sudden?" Dr. French asked curiously.

Mr. Aoife turned around, patted Dr. French's leg, smiled, shook his head and said: "It's nothing, it's just... I just suddenly thought of my father."

"Oh, old Matthew must have brought you many wonderful memories." Dr. French nodded.

Mr. Offee's body trembled suddenly. He was sure that he needed to do something. An almost instinctive impulse made him stand up suddenly. He looked at Dr. French, "You are right, they played really well."

It's so bad, I really should scold him a few times."

"Oh?" Dr. French was stunned.

At this time, Mr. Aoife grabbed the guardrail with both hands, almost leaned out, and cursed: "Hey! Boz! Shit! Use your power to suck the milk! You weak-legged waste!"

Shit!!!"

It was so loud, like a lung-splitting roar, that even people far away could hear it... The secretary who was ready to provide support and a group of medical staff who were on call all looked at each other. The secretary was even a little lucky. It was okay.

There are no reporters here, otherwise Mr. Offei, as an important official of the country, would be very damaging to his image in public.

"Aha! Bullshit! You're a piece of shit, Poz!" Dr. French also laughed and stood up, imitating Mr. Offee's example, and leaned out, "Shit!!

"

"Shit!!"

"Go to hell!!" Mr. Offee suddenly used force and threw the pump in his hand into the stadium.

"Shit! Go to hell!!" Dr. French imitated Mr. Offee's example excitedly and threw the big stick in his hand.

The two suddenly laughed.

…

…

After that, Dr. French fell asleep and couldn't be woken up.

The doctor accompanying the team quickly stepped forward and sent Dr. French to the ambulance for examination. They concluded that Dr. French's health had deteriorated even more seriously after this trip, so he needed to be sent immediately.

Back to the hospital.

Mr. Offee nodded in silence and agreed.

However, not long after, while the ambulance was still on the road, Dr. French suddenly opened his eyes, frightening several medical staff beside him into panic.

But obviously this time, Dr. French's memory did not go backwards or forward, but returned to the state of that day in the scientific research institute.

Dr. French's hands were pressed on the stretcher. The doctor tried to calm Dr. French, but he kept struggling.

His eyes were unfocused. After discovering that his hands could not move, he soon stopped struggling. Only his lips moved quickly, and he kept reciting some complex and profound contents.

"No... the sedatives have also failed!" The attending doctor suddenly became panicked, "How could this happen... How could this happen! The dose injected is enough to make an adult elephant..."

"Then are you going to continue the injection?" Mr. Offee looked at the attending doctor's move to give Dr. French another injection, and grabbed his arm angrily.

"But... but if his brain is not allowed to cool down..." the attending doctor said in horror: "Mr. Aoife, he is going to die... Judging from this situation, it will be very soon!"

I saw blood slowly flowing out of Dr. French's nostrils, but he was not aware of it, his eyes were still blank, and he was still performing verbal calculations.

However, overdose of sedatives can also lead to death.

"Materials! Give me materials! I need materials...Give me materials!" Dr. French suddenly looked at Mr. Offee, "Materials...Materials..."

"What material?" Mr. Offee asked quickly.

"Material...material...material..."

Mr. Ao Fei gritted his teeth and shouted suddenly: "Go to the scientific research center... Go to the scientific research center!!!"

…

I don't know what materials are needed, but I'm afraid there is no place that has more materials than a country's scientific research center. When the director of the scientific research center heard the news, he was shocked and seemed to realize something.

It wasn't until Dr. French was sent to the scientific research center that the dean's face suddenly turned pale when he saw the old man's appearance.

Mr. Ao Fei walked very quietly, silently following the bedside, bowing his head and saying nothing. The dean came up to inquire about the situation. He just asked directly: "Are the materials ready?"

"I don't know what materials are needed." The dean shook his head: "However, I asked people to move all the things that can be moved together... Frankie, what on earth..."

"Maybe it's what you want." Mr. Ao Fei's voice was cold. He suddenly stopped, looked at the dean, and said coldly: "I won't allow you to miss anything!"

The dean nodded solemnly.

At this time, researchers from the Scientific Research Institute had cleared out a large area. The so-called materials were sorted into categories, occupying almost two-thirds of the room. They even prepared various tools.

Under the different eyes of everyone, Dr. French went from needing support at first to suddenly rushing into the material with flying feet, and began to search frantically for something.

Instead of writing a lot of advanced knowledge on the wall like last time, Dr. French just turned over the materials here. A large amount of precious materials were turned over by him like rubbish on the ground. Many people looked at it.

He frowned, looking heartbroken.

Suddenly, Dr. French seemed to have found what he was looking for, and quickly took it and put it on the workbench.

It was something like a wooden board.

"Is this... a wooden board?" A researcher looked puzzled as Dr. French began to bang on the wooden board. In fact, this was indeed a wooden board, a piece of wood taken from a wooden box containing precious materials.

Broken wooden planks.

Then, Dr. French began to get the most common tools such as rulers, hacksaws, nails, etc., and began to cut the board.

No one knows what Dr. French wants to do.

But after Dr. French cut the board in half, he suddenly stopped. As if he was thinking about something, he picked up an oil-based pen and started writing on the workbench.

"Go and see what he wrote." The dean frowned and directed a researcher to go over.

The researcher nodded, and under Mr. Offee's sharp gaze, he only dared to quietly come to Dr. French's side and looked at the workbench.

He frowned at first and seemed a little confused, but gradually, as Dr. French wrote more and more things, he began to open his mouth. Later, the researcher even hurried back in confusion.

"Yes Yes Yes……"

"Speak slowly? Don't panic!"

"It's a design drawing! It's a design drawing!" The researcher said quickly: "It seems to be a design drawing of a three-stage propulsion rocket... But I have never seen the structure! I can't calculate it!"

"Find someone!" the dean made a quick decision.

It seemed like... it was back to the scene in the conference room last time.

A large number of researchers began to gather here. They scanned what Dr. French drew on the workbench into the computer, began to analyze its structure, and even began to make data models so that they could draw some conclusions instantly.

.

Mr. Offee ignored the enthusiasm and exclamations of these scientists at this time. He just looked at the back of Dr. French.

It's still this kind of back view... He has been given this kind of back view all along.

The attending doctor beside him became more and more anxious at this time, and couldn't help but said in Mr. Aoife's ear: "Mr. Aoife...really don't intend to stop Dr. French? He has maintained this state.

It’s been a long time, and if I don’t stop, I’m afraid… I’m afraid there’s really nothing I can do.”

"Aren't you already at your wits' end?" Mr. Offee glanced at the attending doctor.

He couldn't say a word... The time given to him and the expert team behind him was too little, and there were no previous cases for reference.

Facing Mr. Offee's gaze, he could only shake his head sadly.

Mr. Aoife no longer paid attention to the attending doctor, but looked at Dr. French's back and murmured: "This way...will you be satisfied?"

Mr. Aoife sighed, he felt that there was no need to stay... at least, he couldn't bear to watch Dr. French fall before his eyes.

At least...let his greatness stay in your heart.
To be continued...