Baichuan People's Hospital

Dr. Yip ...... Your hand ......" In the operating room on the second floor, Ye Cheng was holding a scalpel, and the blood on his hand seemed to be closely related to this AIDS patient.

It's just that on that pair of originally white hands, there was an inopportune dark black opening.

Ye Cheng glanced at the wound and said calmly: "Do your job well and continue the operation." ”

Three hours later, the lights outside the operating room went out, and Ye Cheng changed into a white coat and hurriedly cleaned the wound surrounded by a group of nurses and two attending doctors.

"What can I do?"

"Doctor Ye, let's go for a lab test, shall we?"

"Yes, Dr. Ye, the most direct way of AIDS transmission is blood-borne transmission, let's go to the laboratory quickly, and then I'll arrange a ward for you......"

The medical staff on the side were anxious like ants on a hot pot, but Ye Cheng casually looked sideways at the old man who was already waiting at the door of the operating room.

"It's okay, you go back first, I'll take care of the wound myself. Ye Cheng said lightly.

"This ......"

"Doctor Ye, you're joking with your life. ”

"Has anyone died under my hands?" Ye Cheng patted the doctor's shoulder with a smile, turned around and walked towards the old man.

The medical staff who were "left behind" looked at each other, and in the end, in desperation, they could only shake their heads and return to their jobs.

When the old man saw Ye Cheng walking slowly towards him, he immediately stood in awe, bowed to Ye Cheng at ninety degrees, and said respectfully: "Master, I'm sorry, I'm here to disturb you at this time, I'm here to remind you that after today, you have been in this hospital for fifteen years, and according to your current age, you are already forty years old." ”

"Forty years old?" Ye Cheng smiled bitterly, and then reached out and touched his delicate face, if it weren't for the old man on the side to say his age, no one in this world would seem to think that this seemingly twenty-year-old boy has been working here for fifteen years.

Fifteen years have been like a lifetime away, but it seems like it happened yesterday.

It's just that no one knows that these fifteen years are a flick of a finger for Ye Cheng, because, for him, it is better to live than to die.

4,000 years, in this 4,000 years of history, he lived day by day, and no one knows better than him what the meaning of life is.

Because of his appearance, he has to change to a new identity every once in a while, which is ridiculous, he really doesn't know how many identities he has this time.

Thinking of this, Ye Cheng sighed, took off the white coat on his body and handed it to the old man on the side: "Help me hand in a resignation report tomorrow, and by the way, help me make an AIDS infection list, just say that I was accidentally infected with AIDS during the operation, and in order to avoid panic among patients, I took the initiative to resign." ”

"Yes, master, then, this new identity?" The old man stood grovelling beside Ye Cheng, like a slave, but this posture, if the outside world looked at it, they would definitely be dumbfounded, and no one would have thought that the richest man in Baichuan City would be respectful to a young man like this.

"I'm going to meet an old friend in a while, and after that, buy me a plane ticket, and I'll use this new identity to go to country M, and, book country, how many times have I said it, don't call me lord again, others don't know, who do you think you're calling." ”

Ye Cheng's deep cheeks were covered with dark clouds, and looking at the old man in front of him, he couldn't help but sigh with emotion.

Ye Shuguo nodded slightly, and said in a low voice: "Master, this is the rule set by the ancestors, in front of you, my generation will be a slave forever, not only me, my grandson, will also call you this after a hundred years, you have to get used to it." ”

Habit?

Ye Cheng shook his head noncommittally, because of an accident, he saved the ancestor of Ye Shuguo, but he didn't expect that in a blink of an eye, more than a thousand years have passed, he is still him, but they have multiplied from generation to generation, until Ye Shuguo's generation, it should be the seventy-ninth generation, right?

Ye Cheng sighed helplessly, in order to know who he was, he had waited for four thousand years, he clearly remembered every day in these thousands of years, but he didn't remember where he came from and why he stayed in the world.

After leaving the hospital, Ye Cheng followed Ye Shuguo to a nursing home, Ye Cheng, who was standing at the door, did not go in, just clinged to the door, looking at the old man in the house lonely.

She ...... Is it Xiuqing?" Ye Cheng asked in a low voice.