Qin Chuan looked at the end of the game for a long time: "Have you played this game before?"
Jian Yiling shook his head.
This is my first time playing this game, but I have played other shooting games.
Any well-done shooting game will handle the recoil of the gun and the drop of the bullet very close to the real situation.
This is the case with "Zerg Invasion" produced by Jian Yuncheng Company.
So although it was Jian Yiling's first time playing it, she quickly got started as she was familiar with other shooting games.
Qin Chuan didn't know what to say for a moment.
Jian Yiling looked quiet, but when he played the game, he was ruthless and accurate, switching between the mouse and keyboard very flexibly.
Just looking at the player character holding a gun in the game interface, it is absolutely impossible to imagine that the person sitting in front of the computer is such a quiet girl.
After Jian Yiling played a game, he returned the computer to Qin Chuan.
"Aren't you going to play a few more games?"
Jian Yiling shook his head.
It seems that playing games is not leisure for her, but completing a task—a task assigned by her grandma.
Qin Chuan felt an inexplicable feeling of frustration.
There is a really big gap between Jian Yiling and what the outside world depicts.
Then Qin Chuan saw Jian Yiling open his computer and bring up electronic materials and electronic exercises.
Helpless, he could only sit opposite Jian Yiling as before.
While waiting for Jian Yiling to ask questions, Qin Chuan took a moment to continue communicating with his mother's attending physician:
[Please ask Dr. Zheng to think about my mother’s matter. I will prepare the money matter as soon as possible.]
Qin Chuan's mother has been hospitalized and her condition has worsened recently.
[It’s not just a matter of money. Our hospital can only adopt conservative treatment for your mother’s illness. If you want to cure you, you have to find another way. Have you contacted the Huiling Medical Research Institute that I recommended to you last time?]
Doctors have tried their best, but there is always a limit to what they can do.
[I tried to contact me, but the person there didn’t reply to me.]
[It’s no wonder, hundreds of patients try to contact them every day, and they really won’t respond unless there are special circumstances.]
[Can you give me the address of Huiling Research Institute? I'd like to visit in person.]
[I can give you the address, but it’s useless if you go there. You can’t even get in through the gate.]
Qin Chuan looked at the screen and was silent for a moment, then slowly typed out a line of reply: [I have to try, as long as I am willing to save my mother, I am willing to pay any price.]
And Jian Yiling, who was sitting across the table, was also replying to the message:
[Dr. FS, you should still remember that we made an appointment tomorrow afternoon, right?]
[Um.]
[The QR code I sent you to enter the gate is valid for one week. If you have any questions at that time, you can just contact me directly, or you can tell me before you come and I will wait for you at the gate.]
[No need to bother.]
[Okay, let’s wait until we meet tomorrow afternoon to discuss it.]
###
On the other side, the person communicating with Jian Yiling in front of the computer was a young man in his twenties, and behind him stood an old professor with gray hair.
"How is it?" the old professor asked.
"No problem, he said he would be here tomorrow afternoon."
The young man responsible for contacting Jian Yiling is Cheng Yi, the professor's favorite student.
"Okay, you can confirm with him tomorrow morning, but you must make sure he can come over." The old professor warned.