Chapter 763: Resurrection, Majestic and powerful 2

Si Mingjing accompanied Mo Yinhe to the collapse and arrived at the hospital an hour later.

In the corridor at the door of the morgue, two women cried.

A gray-haired man should be the mother of the deceased;

A middle-aged woman who can't even get up even if she falls on the ground, should be the wife of the deceased.

There were also several men sitting on a bench in the corridor, covering their faces with their hands, looking unbearable.

The deceased is one of the few pioneers in the aerospace field, named Yang Zhuchao, a world-renowned scientist, one of the most proud talents dug by Mo Yinhe, and the main person in charge of the Galaxy Space Base.

Yang Zhuchao suffered a heart attack during the meeting and died of dying. No one could accept this. The entire corridor was filled with people in Yang Zhuchao's team, and everyone was heartbroken.

Seeing Mo Yinhe rushing over, everyone automatically gave up a passage.

Mo Yinhe looked sore, and he walked over to the front of Old Lady Yang and Mrs. Yang, and bowed.

Then, he walked into the morgue.

Si Mingjing also bowed to Mo Yinhe to express condolences to the family of the deceased, and followed him into the morgue.

She knew that Mo Yinhe was sad, so she followed him in an endless manner and comforted him silently. At this time, silence was better than thousands of words, and she knew that he only needed company.

Mo Yinhe entered the morgue and wanted to see Yang Zhuchao for the last time.

There are two persons in charge of Galaxy Space Base in the morgue, Yang Zhuchao's colleagues and old friends. After seeing Mo Yinhe, he bowed and said sadly: "Your Excellency, are you here?"

"Um."

In the morgue, there was a moving bed, with Yang Zhuchao lying on it, covering her body with white cloth.

Mo Yinhe paused for a moment, took a deep breath, and walked to the edge of the bed with difficulty, lifting the white veil.

The dead Yang Zhuchao had a peaceful expression, quietly closed his eyes, and passed away with the world.

Mo Yinhe's tears suddenly rolled down, and he quietly looked at the seniors and elders who had been arguing with him in the video memories a few hours ago. Until now, he couldn't accept that Yang Zhuchao had passed away.

His voice was slightly choked: "Uncle Yang? Don't tease me, this joke is not fun at all!"

He still remembers that a few years ago, when he was just a five-year-old child. Because he was interested in the aerospace universe, his father recruited him many talents in this field.

At that time, my father recruited many talents, and Yang Zhuchao was the most inconspicuous one.

At that time, Yang Zhuchao looked like he was only in his early thirties. He had just graduated from a postdoctoral degree for a few years and had little qualifications.

In the era when doctoral students were rampant, his double-degree doctorate was not very popular. He wanted to enter aerospace industry-related units, but could not find a suitable one. He didn't have to make it as high as possible, so he finally went home to help his parents sell pork.

This incident was in the news at the time, and the public said that even doctoral students went home to sell pork, and the rolls were too strong.

However, there was a professional astronomical telescope at his pork stall.

When there was no business, I looked at the sky with an astronomical telescope all day long, and was ridiculed by the media as a nerd.

The reason why he was attracted by his father was because many of his papers published in professional aerospace-related magazines were very cutting-edge and called a madman with rich imagination. He was so whimsical that he was unrealistic, but his father found it interesting.

To this day, Mo Yinhe has confirmed that his father is the real mentor and has discovered Yang Zhuchao, a thousand-mile horse.

The first spacecraft at Galaxy Space Base was designed by Yang Zhuchao and his team. It took no more than two years and shocked the whole world at that time!

That year, Yang Zhuchao was only 34 years old and became famous overnight.

Genius and madman have only a wall of threads.

Yang Zhuchao has too many ideas. Every idea he has realized over the years is a historic leap in the aerospace industry. Now he still has many crazy people’s ideas that have not been realized, but the people have left...

Mo Yinhe couldn't accept it. He lowered his voice and told the things they had realized together since they met Uncle Yang to the present, depressing the dreams that had not yet been realized, and questioned: "Uncle Yang, you still have so many genius ideas that have not been realized. If you leave, who will realize it?"

Yang Zhuchao lay quietly on the mobile bed. He could no longer have a quarrel with Mo Yinhe because of a certain problem. He could no longer call Mo Yinhe in the middle of the night to tell his new ideas...

Mo Yinhe was angry as he spoke: "Uncle Yang, open your eyes to me, have you heard it?"

Several of Yang Zhuchao's colleagues stood beside him, all covering their mouths, which was so sad!

Mo Yinhe became more and more angry as he spoke, and he was almost impulsive to arrest Yang Zhuchao who was lying on the bed...

Si Mingjing saw Mo Yinhe’s emotions excited and was about to comfort him, so he asked him to calm down. When the phoenix eyes flashed across the face of the deceased, she suddenly frowned slightly. She subconsciously took out the wrist of the deceased from the white veil and took his pulse.

I have no pulse, I must have passed away, wait...

Si Mingjing suddenly walked around the end of the bed of the moving hospital bed, lifted the white veil, and touched the soles of the deceased's feet.

Old Mrs. Yang and Mrs. Yang walked in with each other and were very dissatisfied when they saw Si Mingjing's actions.

Mrs. Yang scolded: "What are you doing?"

Her husband has passed away. She doesn't want anyone to touch her husband's body, especially in the soles of her feet. Mrs. Yang is very disgusted by a woman.

Si Mingjing didn't say anything, she was taking her pulse.

It is said that the soles of the feet are the second heart of a person, and the feet have the pictures of human internal organs.

Mrs. Yang saw Si Mingjing but refused to hear it and walked over, trying to push Si Mingjing away.

Mo Yinhe took a step forward and stood in front of Mrs. Yang.

He didn't like Si Mingjing to touch the soles of other men's feet, and his voice was very low: "Mingjing?"

Si Mingjing didn't say anything, she was focusing on her pulse.

Mo Yinhe could only wait patiently, with a vague expectation in his heart, curious about what Mingjing was doing in this move, could it be...

Mo Yinhe didn't dare to have too much fantasy. While he strongly hoped that a miracle would happen, he had to face the fact that Uncle Yang suddenly passed away rationally.

At this time, Si Mingjing suddenly affirmed: "It's a fake death, I want to give him an injection."

After she finished speaking, everyone in the morgue looked at her blankly.

Someone next to him said, "No, no, it's impossible? The electrocardiogram has been pulled, and the doctor has been sentenced to death."

Old Mrs. Yang suddenly stepped forward and clenched Si Mingjing's hand, her voice trembling: "Really, is it true? Please save my son, save my son..."

"Old lady, please let me go first."

"Oh oh!" Old Mrs. Yang immediately let go of her and stood beside her and cried and laughed.

Fortunately, Si Mingjing had the habit of carrying silver needles with her. Without saying a word, she took out the silver needle bag from her pocket and said to Mo Yinhe: "I need a quiet environment when I ask everyone to go out."
Chapter completed!