Chicago 1990

"If it is believed by the public that we made this popular African-American singer ill and caused a public opinion crisis, it would be more than a loss..."

Jim Clark thought for a while and still felt uneasy, "Let's go to the hospital with us later, and call Mark back by the way."

"Ok."

They spent ten minutes confessing their work, and drove to the best Caesar hospital nearby.

I haven’t seen the reporter at the entrance of the hospital yet. When Song Ya arrived in Silicon Valley, he didn’t look for women to do nothing. He just wandered around in various technology companies. The paparazzi didn’t like to follow them. Many patients had heard the news and gathered around the nurse station in the diagnostic department to probe their heads. Young female medical staff also found excuses to come and go.

"Jimmy, it's us."

The two saw Jimmy holding his mobile phone and chatting non-stop. After getting permission, they saw Mark Anderson at the door of the ward, "Mark, go back, leave it to us here. You are a genius programmer at home for a minute. "Jim Clark "catch people" first, "How about APLUS?"

"He seems to be fine, uh, it seems, I can't tell, anyway, he can walk on his own after getting out of the ambulance, he's alive and kicking..."

Mark Anderson briefly confessed, "Then I will go back to Mr. Clark, Mr. Baxder."

"Well, I'll work extra tonight. It's best to get our JavaScript language and new browser out before the launch in September. It's all up to you." Jim Clark patted him on the shoulder.

"I know that our project team is working hard to catch up."

Mark Anderson nodded, "If it doesn't work, we'll do it all night!"

"Well, good Mark!"

Jim Clark approvingly watched his tall figure disappear around the corner, very satisfied, and then noticed that the assistant black aunt of APLUS was sitting on the bench in the doorway, wiping tears, "God is really unfair. APLUS is the most promising leader I have ever seen. The character’s Nger, maybe even the leader in twenty or thirty years..."

Jim Clark and Backsd looked at each other, "How's APLUS?" He asked the gloomy old white man who was leaning against the wall and bowed his head, remembering that he was the bodyguard of APLUS.

"Be checked inside." The old man replied.

"Is he okay?"

"Should... there is no problem? Maybe the reason for the quarrel with my wife last night..."

"You didn't have a good chat with DTS today, right?" Baxter took the opportunity to probe.

The old man narrowed his mouth and said, "I didn't notice anything abnormal after opening. He was even in a good mood when we left DTS."

At this time, a nurse opened the door and everyone passed in. APLUS was walking shirtlessly on the treadmill, "Hey, Jim, Mr. Bucksted, come in, all come in, haha..."

His voice was loud and loud, as if he was not alone with the person who had just had a physical disorder in the company. "Really, I said I was fine. They insisted on doing this for me... What kind of ECG test!"

"No problem, the data shows that your heart is very healthy, Mr. APLUS." The doctor also looked at the ECG and said.

"Did I? Can you come down?" he asked.

"Sure."

"call!"

He easily slowed down his running speed, stepped off the treadmill, and put on hospital gowns with the help of the two nurses and said, "Really, if I need to, I can keep running and running a full marathon is not a problem."

"It looks like this." The doctor followed his words and said, "We still need some other tests..."

"Hey! Isn't it okay? Actually, I can go back to Chicago and do this again, at the University of Chicago Medical School Hospital..." He protested.

"Let's finish the examination here first. After all, according to your friend's description, your physical condition was very bad at that time." The doctor insisted.

"I just didn't rest well, yes,

"APLUS, let's finish it." The old bodyguard said at the door.

"Okay, okay, wait for me, it will be fine soon, everything in my body is normal, really." He obediently followed the doctor to the next diagnosis ward.

"APLUS...is that kind of chorea? He shouldn't get Parkinson's disease at such a young age, right?"

Backsd took a moment to grab the doctor who followed.

"Sorry..." The doctor waved his hand. "Mr. APLUS doesn't allow me to disclose my condition to anyone."

"In this case, let's go back first, hey! APLUS, rest more!"

Jim Clark yelled at Song Ya who was walking away, and after receiving a beckoned response from the other party, he left with Bucksted, "Let's turn around and let the secretary send a bunch of flowers."

"Ok……"

Backsd nodded and walked to Jimmy to chat with him again.

"I, I don't know, he suddenly vomited, and then his hands... His hands trembled violently as if they were uncontrollable, his face was distorted, and his expression was terrible..."

Jimmy watched the two big tech industry leaders leave, put his hands on the microphones, and reported to his brother Goodman, "I didn't faint, but there seems to be a problem with his mind. He just fainted several times before. Is it right? It seems to be much more serious this time. The doctor has been asking about his family's heart disease, mental illness, Parkinson and... and what chorea!"

"Now? Everything is normal again, just like the previous few times, he kept saying that I'm okay, I'm okay..."

"The doctor doesn't tell me the specific situation, and I don't know!"

"Okay, okay, I will find a way to see the test report."

"The reporter will soon know that the doctors, nurses and even patients here know that he was sent in. At that time, we were frightened by his sudden illness, and we called the ambulance directly...well."

"Well, um, okay, I will continue to stare, you guys hurry over, too, Miss Kelly, I have already notified... By the way, he promised not to disturb Susie and Tony, um."

In Goodman in Chicago, he pressed the hands-free button and looked at Hamlin next to him. "How long do you think our client can live? His strange illness seems to have worsened, and he fainted the first two times. I soon woke up, and was in a coma for twelve hours for the third time. Now... it seems that my body is starting to lose control."

"But we have seen his previous examination reports, and the best doctors couldn't find any problems." Hamlin said.

"The doctor must abide by the doctor-patient confidentiality agreement. Maybe he has never shown us the real medical record." Goodman said: "He is half of Chinese descent, he is very delicate in mind, and he knows how to hide his emotions."

"You mean... well, it seems that we have to plan for the post-APLUS era." Hamlin understood and raised the briefcase. "Let’s catch the flight first. Let’s have a good chat on the road. Follow him. That will..."

The two lawyers rushed to Silicon Valley eagerly and bought a local newspaper at the airport. APLUS was suddenly unwell again. The news about the hospital staying in Caesars Hospital is already on the inside page. There are already a large number of reporters at the entrance of the hospital. Mike, how is APLUS?" Entering the hospital, Goodman asked the old Mike who was guarding the door of the ward.

"His wife is inside, but it shouldn't matter... please come in." Old Mike knocked on the door first, and then pushed it open.

"I blame you."

At this time, Song Ya was sitting on the bed ill, holding Mariah Carey's hand to train his wife, "Look, did you get me angry?"

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