Song Ya's hands stretched out to the keyboard uncontrollably, her fingers trembling crazily, as if she wanted to type the code?
A hallucination appeared in front of his eyes. At some point and place, an unshaven coder was staring at the screen incomparably, his fingers fluttering, suddenly, his heart hurt, and then he fell silently on the keyboard.
"Ah! M-FXXK!"
Everyone was staring at him in horror. He used his arms to pull back the hands that stretched towards the keyboard abruptly and folded them in front of his chest. There was only one thought in his mind: sing! jump! RAP! What are you doing? generation! child! Never! Hit another line of code!
"Boss~www.mtlnovel.com~Boss?" Jimmy behind him also panicked, "Mr. Clark, please call an ambulance immediately!"
"Already called." Bucksd hung up his phone, "Soon...what's wrong with your boss? I don't seem to have eaten something bad."
"I do not know either."
Jimmy and them couldn't help staring at them, retching and twisting their hands strangely, looking at each other like Song Ya, who was insane.
"We, uh, let's not wait for the ambulance, Mike! Mike!"
Jimmy reacted, went out to call old Mike and Linda, and said to Mark Anderson, the tallest programmer among the programmers: "Mr. Anderson, you can help, yes, lift your foot, we are together, thank you."
Several people worked together to carry Song Ya out.
"What's wrong with this singer? Sucking his head too much?"
Watching the hurried crowd carrying Song Ya away, Jim Clark asked Bachder beside him.
"Unlike, APLUS never touches that stuff. I remember a rare disease called... chorea. The symptoms are very similar." Backsted replied.
"Huntington's disease? Doesn't he have a few years left to live?" Jim Clark opened his mouth in shock.
"If it is diagnosed, it should be." Backsted nodded slowly.
"It's a pity, that kid's song is not bad, alas! Maybe this is the fate of a genius artist! God is always so fair and ruthless..."
After sighing, Jim Clark groaned for ten seconds, and then said, "I think it's better."
"What the hell?" Bucksted asked.
"The plan to compress his shares."
"Oh, OK……"
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Chicago 1990 Chapter 696: ?very healthy
"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 is 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, I didn't rest well..."
"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 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, the same as the previous few times, he kept saying that I'm fine, I'm fine..."
"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, so we called the ambulance directly...Well~www.mtlnovel.com~ , Um, okay, I will continue to stare, you guys hurry over, Miss Kelly, I have already notified... By the way, he promised not to disturb Susie and Tony, um."