Chapter 740: Teacher in Critical Condition

Professor Yan Guoqiang was Lin Mo’s guide into the realm of advanced technology in this world. It was his sudden inspiration that brought Lin Mo into a field dedicated to the development of aerial knight combat weapons, a realm accessible only to a select group of elite individuals worldwide.

Ordinary pilots and civilians had no way to engage with this door, and having glimpsed the new world beyond it allowed Lin Mo to gain a profound new understanding of aerial knight techniques and aerodynamic principles, transforming his perspective entirely.

Flying was so magical! The flight theories circulated among the aerial knights in his original world were embarrassingly simplistic. In a world blended with combat techniques and magic, any aerial knight relied on the innate talent of their aerial beasts for flying, with any progress being the most primitive natural evolution or mutation over thousands of years. This was not classified into such detailed knowledge systems as in this technological world.

In this regard, the gold giant dragon had even more reason to thank Professor Yan; it was a direct beneficiary of aerospace knowledge. The effects of aerodynamics were directly reflected in its flight speed, significantly boosted by small aerodynamic optimizations.

After obtaining a temporary flight path to Guangzhou, the X-8 "monstrous" fighter jet whisked Lin Mo away, leaving behind the aviation experts with looks of resentment. After a vertical ascent, it swiftly disappeared from everyone’s sight.

As the fighter jet soared through clouds and fog to an altitude of twenty thousand meters, it broke through the sonic boom cloud and flew at supersonic cruising speed toward the Guangzhou air force airport.

In contrast, the X-1 forward-swept wing fighter jet, a copy of the “monstrous” model brought back from Syria, did not enjoy the same fortune. With no prototype to attract fire and its “monstrous” lineage being the source of bad luck, the entire aircraft was dismantled and opened up within half a day, a sight too gruesome to behold.

No one could stop Lin Mo from taking his own homemade fighter jet. The military high-ups had granted him extremely high permissions, allowing him to control two fighter jets simultaneously. This leniency created the environment for the birth of the X-8 "monstrous." From the current perspective, the military’s investment had proven to be incredibly correct, yielding returns that far exceeded the input. Talents excelling in both technology and combat were extremely rare, akin to the preciousness of a giant panda; every appearance of such a talent meant a small leap forward for the nation’s overall defense strength.

Not to mention, the knowledge legacy and aerial combat techniques that Lin Mo inherited were enough for the country to regard him with newfound respect. Regardless of the X-8 "monstrous" fighter jet’s actual ownership, as long as it flew over Chinese airspace, it essentially belonged to a vital asset of the Chinese Air Force.

Both the J-18 "Red Eagle" and the X-8 "monstrous" were among the best fighter jets in the country and even internationally, making Lin Mo’s privilege of piloting two jets a point of envy for other pilots.

In fact, the few who knew about this situation admired Lin Mo’s aerial combat skills deeply. To become a leading ace at such a young age was not just about talent but also required significant diligence and effort.

This was inevitable; with extensive aerial combat experience from another world, Lin Mo compared to the truly inexperienced beginners was clearly not on the same starting line.

“Excuse me, where is Professor Yan Guoqiang’s room? … Building 4, E502 special care ward, okay, thank you!”

Upon leaving the airport, without even changing out of the tactical armor, Lin Mo boarded a special car provided by the air force base and headed straight to Guangzhou General Hospital. As soon as he entered the hospital, he made his way to the service desk.

He quickly found Building 4 and gently pushed open the door to the E502 special care ward, seeing Professor Yan Guoqiang lying in bed. The sight of his teacher brought a tightness to his chest.

Professor Yan had his eyes closed, showing no signs of waking up. He was not only receiving IV fluids and oxygen but was also surrounded by several medical devices operating beside him.

The ward was not empty; besides a nurse, five men were either standing or sitting in the room. Two stood motionless at the bedside, separated by a transparent glass wall, while three sat on the couch nearby, without exception, all wearing worried expressions as they looked at the still-unconscious Professor Yan.

“Who are you?”

A middle-aged man, around fifty, stared in surprise; the visitor, dressed in tactical armor, looked somewhat out of place. Lin Mo appeared unusually young, leading the man to think he was a young person who had knocked on the wrong door.

However, as he glanced around the room, he showed no intention of leaving.

“I’m Lin Mo!” he introduced himself.

“Ah, you’re Lin Mo? Hello! I’m Yan Zhendong, Professor Yan’s eldest son.”

The middle-aged man recognized Lin Mo’s name as his father’s close disciple and a fighter pilot, quickly moving to shake Lin Mo’s hand.

Yan Zhendong immediately understood the armor Lin Mo was wearing; he had heard that it was the land and air dual-use digital tactical armor. It appeared Lin Mo had flown a fighter jet to Guangzhou directly.

“Is it really my junior brother? What a pleasure! I’m Gu Ren!” Another man approached, clearly recognizing Lin Mo.

“Hello, Big Brother!”

Lin Mo had always maintained a direct line of communication with Professor Yan. He had heard that there were three older brothers before him, and while he knew their names, they had never met in person due to their respective work commitments.

“Come on, come meet our little junior brother, Lin Mo!”

Gu Ren gestured toward the transparent glass wall, a rare opportunity for the four of them to gather together.

“Hello! I’m the second older brother, Shi Yongfeng!”

“I’m Wang Jinfan, your third older brother.”

“I’m Yan Zhensheng, Professor Yan’s second son!”

As disciples of the old generation of aviation experts, they still held onto some traditional brotherly titles.

The atmosphere in the ward lightened briefly with the introductions between Lin Mo and the others, but soon sank back into its original heavy and oppressive state.

Everyone’s gaze turned once again to the bed where Professor Yan lay. If only he were awake, he might have been very happy to see them all together.

This was not a good time for joyous reunions; if it were not for Professor Yan’s critical condition leading him to the hospital, they probably wouldn’t have had the chance to be together.

“How is the teacher?”

Lin Mo looked at Professor Yan, still unconscious in bed, filled with worry.

There is an old saying in this world: once a teacher, forever a father. As a precious heir of wisdom, Lin Mo held great respect for this teacher, whom he considered one of the few he truly admired.

Everything was fate; if Lin Mo had not come to Zhuhai, he might never have met Professor Yan, let alone become his close disciple and enter the high-level field of aircraft development in this world.

“It’s the usual problems of old age—high blood pressure, high cholesterol, a bit of arteriosclerosis. He’s getting old; if he hadn’t fallen ill while out buying groceries, sigh…”

Professor Yan’s eldest son, Yan Zhendong, shook his head. Fortunately, his father had fallen ill while out shopping; if he had been home alone, the consequences could have been unimaginable.

His father had always been in good health, and it was unexpected for such misfortune to strike; indeed, his father had grown old.

It seemed they could no longer let their father stay home alone; either he would have to live with one of them or they would have to hire a caregiver.

Yan Zhendong and Yan Zhensheng exchanged a glance, sharing a mutual understanding without needing words.

“What does the hospital say? Is it serious?”

Lin Mo hoped Professor Yan could quickly regain his health, willing to pay any price.

“We need to keep observing; it doesn’t look too optimistic, and we don’t know when he will wake up.”

Yan Zhendong shook his head with a worried frown. Now, everything concerning his father’s hospital care fell to him and his brother Yan Zhensheng, while family members took turns visiting. Although the hospital had arranged for a nurse to monitor him 24/7, they still did not feel at ease.

“How good is the hospital’s medical expertise? Why don’t I arrange to transfer the teacher to the best hospital? Don’t worry, money is not an issue. I will find the best experts and equipment.”

Lin Mo approached Professor Yan. With a light click, the handguard component of his tactical armor detached, revealing his fair and strong hands, which gently rested on the teacher’s frail, yellowing hands.

What he felt was not the warmth he expected, but rather a faint chill.

He softly chanted a spell, and a gentle, warm energy radiated out, filled with light.

Light Healing!

Under the bright fluorescent lights of the ward, Lin Mo quietly cast a small spell right before everyone’s eyes.

A hint of life-giving energy flowed from Lin Mo’s hands into Professor Yan’s hands, slowly penetrating into his body.

Dragon Knights are not respected pharmacists, nor are they shamans with endless tricks. Although he didn’t know if Light Healing would be effective, there would be no harm in it. Lin Mo did not hold back his battle energy, stirring up the light-element energy within him to continuously create the pulsating flow of Light Healing.

To avoid the healing energy fluctuation being too intense, Lin Mo controlled it within a certain range, akin to a soft spring rain gradually affecting the teacher’s aging body.

“No need for that!” Professor Yan’s eldest son, Yan Zhendong, smiled wryly and shook his head, clearly aware of Lin Mo’s profession. He added, “The military hospital’s medical level is still decent. My brother and I still have some savings, huh?”

As he spoke, his gaze fixated on the bed.