Courtyard House: I'm an engineer, and a fairy godmother transferred me to a different position.

He was slightly surprised, as there were no special arrangements for today. Before he could ask, the slightly older doctor at the head of the group stepped forward, his attitude respectful and composed: "Committee Member Liu, we are from the General Hospital's Health Care Department. We are here on orders to conduct a routine health check for you."

Liu Guangqi suddenly realized, a knowing smile appearing on his face, which diluted the sudden formality in the air. "So that's what it is. Just a moment ago, I was wondering if I had done something wrong and would have to be investigated."

A lighthearted joke made the air around them subtly shift. The head doctor chuckled, "You're quite the joker. Shall we go upstairs then?"

"Alright, thank you all for making this trip." Liu Guangqi nodded and led them towards home.

Liu Guangqi stepped aside and invited the three visitors inside.

Such a high-level reception was unprecedented for him, and he hadn't prepared for it beforehand. But he knew in his heart that since joining the Chinese Academy of Sciences, being elected an academician, and making remarkable contributions in several key areas, the organization's care for him had permeated every detail. While there were overt guards accompanying him for protection, this top-notch medical care was of paramount importance—this was far more than a routine physical examination; it placed any potential health risks under close monitoring. It could be said that Liu Guangqi's body no longer belonged entirely to him, but was a treasured asset of the nation. The longevity and good health of later academicians in their nineties and centenaries were not only due to their own detachment from worldly affairs, but also to the silent support teams behind them, who quietly eliminated any subtle signs of illness before they could develop.

Three doctors from the main hospital quickly opened their silver-white cases. As soon as the lid was lifted, a crisp scent of alcohol and disinfectant wafted from the cotton lining, instantly filling the living room. The instruments inside were arranged like an army in review, perfectly orderly: gleaming chrome stethoscopes, glass syringes wrapped in sterile gauze, the flexible black tubing of the sphygmomanometer… each item exuding a calm professionalism. The medical staff calmly took out the instruments one by one, and the air in the room unconsciously became a little more solemn.

The lead doctor, around fifty years old, had a calm demeanor and was clearly a seasoned expert. He deftly put on his stethoscope, warmed the stethoscope in his palms, and then turned to Liu Guangqi, his tone gentle yet respectful: "Committee Member Liu, let's begin with basic auscultation."

The cool stethoscope pressed against his chest. The doctor closed his eyes slightly, listening intently. After a few seconds, his brow twitched almost imperceptibly, as if surprised. He moved the stethoscope around, lingering longer in different positions, and finally, when he removed it, a hint of surprise beyond professional scrutiny flashed across his eyes for the first time.

"Committee Member Liu, your heartbeat is strong, steady, and rhythmic, without a single murmur," the doctor exclaimed. "This doesn't sound like the heart of someone who spends all day drawing and researching technology... it sounds more like the heart of an athlete who trains regularly. Have you been consistently exercising? This is truly remarkable."

He originally thought that top-notch scientific researchers like Liu Guangqi would suffer some wear and tear from their profession, but he never expected that a simple auscultation would overturn his expectations.

Liu Guangqi smiled upon hearing this, glancing lightly at Zhao Mengyun beside him—if it were true that they had been "training" every night without fail. Having been married to him for so many years, Zhao Mengyun had long since learned to read the subtle teasing in her husband's eyes. She immediately gave him a light glare, but a barely perceptible smile curved her lips.

Auscultation was merely the prelude; the truly crucial step was yet to come. The instant the needle pierced the skin, Liu Guangqi didn't even blink, simply watching the small spot of crimson blood on his arm quickly fill the syringe. The doctor's technique was extremely skillful, filling the syringe with fresh blood in the blink of an eye. He then firmly pressed a sterile cotton swab against the puncture site, a relieved smile on his face: "Committee Member Liu, your veins are truly excellent. When drawing blood from researchers, I often encounter thin, difficult-to-find veins; yours is so smooth."

The chief physician next to him chuckled and chimed in, "Yes, you researchers are used to staying up all night, so it's inevitable that you'll develop problems with your cervical spine, blood pressure, and heart rate. But your body doesn't look like that of someone who spends all year buried in books."

He spoke too soon. After the entire set of examinations was completed, when the doctor picked up the record board to summarize the data, he could no longer hide his admiration, and his tone even rose a few notches: "Committee Member Liu—" He took a deep breath, held the record board in his hand, "Your physical indicators are probably unparalleled in the entire hospital."

"Your blood test results are exemplary, with all values ​​falling within the optimal range. This means your immune system is at its peak, and your liver and kidney functions are impeccable." The doctor in the white coat laid the lab report flat on the table, lightly tapping the paper with his fingertip. "Even the mild fatty liver commonly found among researchers is completely absent in your case."

He paused briefly, a gentle smile appearing in his eyes: "Our team has long been responsible for the health management of academicians and senior experts, and we can say without hesitation that your physical condition is unparalleled among all our clients. Even if you were to undertake another twenty years of high-intensity scientific research, your body would be perfectly capable of handling it."

These words precisely touched upon Liu Guangqi's deepest pride. For him personally, a strong physique meant being able to dedicate himself wholeheartedly to tackling technological challenges; and on a grander level, this vibrant body would become a solid foundation for the continuous production of core technologies. Indeed, the bodies of those scholars residing deep within research institutes become the most precious asset of the nation.

"There's one more thing I need to tell you." The doctor put away his notebook, his tone becoming more serious. "According to the academic committee's guarantee procedures, today's Western medical examination is only a preliminary step. Tomorrow, a leading figure in the field of Traditional Chinese Medicine will personally come to provide you with follow-up treatment."

He added, "These gentlemen are all renowned traditional Chinese medicine masters who once served in the central government. They are impossible to invite through ordinary channels. They will use pulse diagnosis to understand your physical characteristics and, in conjunction with your daily routine, create a customized dietary plan."

These words, like the first rays of dawn, dispelled the last lingering doubts in Liu Guangqi's mind. He had been pondering why, in an era where the inheritance of traditional Chinese medicine was still intact, medical security would begin with Western medicine. Now he understood that those unassuming masters of traditional Chinese medicine were not absent, but rather appeared as a crucial final step. This undoubtedly indicated that top scientific researchers enjoyed not only basic medical monitoring, but a comprehensive protection system integrating traditional Chinese and Western medicine.

What's even more intriguing is that this level of treatment means he's now on the same level as those pillars who support the nation's destiny.

A warm feeling welled up in his chest. Liu Guangqi turned to Zhao Mengyun, who had been standing quietly by the window, his eyes filled with natural concern: "The doctors have worked hard today. Could you perhaps arrange a comprehensive check-up for my wife as well?"

Zhao Mengyun's body stiffened slightly, clearly not expecting her husband to make such a request in front of others. A warm, sweet feeling spread through her heart, but after being touched, she quickly waved her hand, saying, "My health has always been very good, so there's no need to trouble you comrades."

In her view, this was a special privilege reserved for academicians, and she should not overstep her bounds to enjoy it.

The leading doctor, however, already wore a knowing smile—these kinds of situations were commonplace for them. The health of the families of key research personnel was a crucial part of the support system. He immediately and gently took over the conversation: "That's only right. Committee Member Liu is tackling tough challenges on the front lines, and his wife is a vital support, ensuring stability at home. With a secure home front, those on the front lines can focus without distractions."

These words were well-reasoned and appropriate, both preserving Liu Guangqi's dignity and making it difficult for Zhao Mengyun to refuse.

The blood pressure test results came back quickly. The doctor looked at the readings on the monitor, nodded, and smiled: "Your wife's blood pressure is very stable. Although her heart rate is slightly lower than yours, it is perfectly within the range of female physiological characteristics. Overall, she is in excellent health."

However, when the nurse took out the blood-drawing equipment, Zhao Mengyun ultimately failed to maintain her composure. Looking at the coldly gleaming needle tip, her arm involuntarily recoiled—a natural fear of sharp objects deeply ingrained in a woman's instinct.

Liu Guangqi took half a step forward, gently placed his hand on her shoulder, and said in a low, soft voice, "Don't be nervous, it'll be over soon."

"They are skilled and won't make you uncomfortable."

Upon hearing this, the doctor beside him became even more meticulous in his movements.

After the blood was drawn, an extra alcohol swab was handed over: "Comrade, please rest assured, there won't be any problems."

That vague unease quietly melted away in those gentle words.

After a series of examinations,

The results were gratifying; all of Zhao Mengyun's indicators were in excellent condition.

After the process is completed.

Liu Guangqi politely escorted the medical staff to the door.

The door closed.

The sounds from the outside world were immediately cut off.

"Sigh..." Zhao Mengyun let out a long breath, and her shoulders, which had been held upright, suddenly relaxed.

She walked a few steps to her husband's side.

She tilted her head slightly, her warm breath brushing against his ear. Her voice was soft and urgent, tinged with a hint of resentment and lingering fear.

"You're so outspoken!"

"When it was brought up so suddenly, I wasn't prepared at all, and my heart was in my throat."

Those present were all healthcare experts sent by the main hospital.

In this situation, her husband, far from being reserved, took the initiative to ask the experts to also conduct a check-up for the family members.

Liu Guangqi turned around, looked at the faint blush still on his wife's cheeks, and smiled as he took her slightly cool hand in his.

With a little effort, he pulled her into his arms.

His chin gently pressed against her forehead.

"Didn't you hear what they said? My research for the country owes half its credit to you."

"Only when you are healthy can our family truly be at peace."

Zhao Mengyun remained silent.

She buried her face in her husband's broad chest, her nose filled with the refreshing scent of soap on his clothes, and her ears filled with the steady and powerful heartbeat.

Boom, boom.

It is grounded and reassuring.

This person always seems to be able to do something that makes her heart flutter even in the most ordinary moments.

……

The following evening, Liu Guangqi returned home.

A guest was already seated in the living room; he was a gentle-looking elderly man, followed by two people dressed as doctors.

This was a renowned traditional Chinese medicine expert specially invited from within the walls of the Forbidden City.

The old gentleman is here.

After carefully examining Liu Guangqi, the doctor's eyes showed obvious surprise, clearly admiring his robust physique.

It is worth mentioning that...

Neither the detailed health reports issued by the Western medical experts nor the renowned traditional Chinese medicine practitioner before him were ever delivered to Liu Guangqi himself.

The reason is—

Given Liu Guangqi's current rank, his health condition is a confidential matter that needs to be sealed and archived.

after all.

He is not only a Level 6 engineer, but also an academician, a rarer talent than even a senior professional.

This comprehensive physical examination was also conducted in accordance with instructions from higher authorities.

In the eyes of those in power.

Liu Guangqi is destined to become a pillar of the nation, and his health condition naturally needs to be kept confidential.

The matter concerning the healthcare team has come to an end.

Liu Guangqi's daily life has returned to its usual rhythm.

Time slips away quietly.

A month later.

One afternoon, Liu Guangqi was summoned to a meeting at the ministry, but there were not many attendees.

Only a few ministerial leaders and relevant officials from the General Machinery Department were present.

There were no other personnel from other departments.

Wang Jianguo, on the other hand, had a constant look of excitement on his face since arriving at the ministry for the meeting.

Seeing his state of mind.

Liu Guangqi immediately understood—the provincial-level factory that this man had been thinking about day and night had probably been settled.

Inside a small conference room of the First Ministry of Machine Building.

Wang Jianguo had told himself countless times to stay calm, but his heart was still pounding uncontrollably in his chest.

Each heartbeat made his breathing quicken.

This wasn't his first time in this meeting room. He had come countless times before, to advocate for policies, apply for quotas, or even to receive criticism.

But today, the atmosphere is completely different.

On either side of the long conference table sat several ministerial leaders, their expressions solemn, their teacups untouched.

Director Lin and Liu Guangqi sat at the end of the table.

More like two silent observers.

At the Hongxing Factory, Wang Jianguo and the other deputy factory directors in charge of different tasks all stood up straight and looked solemn.