I don't know what to say, Qiming is real, his illness is also real, and there is not a trace of fiction that he picked up in front of the door of the conference room.

The first time I saw him, he was a yellow child, distressing Huang, he was very small, small like a big mouse, very small and yellow, this is my impression!

The first time I saw him, my heart ached, he was so small, he curled up together, he was so painful that he couldn't cry, the way he could express his discomfort was just to move his left arm slightly, that's all!

I don't want to remember this, he is an eternal pain in my heart, because I can't save him, that kind of pain and that sense of powerlessness I don't want to think about in my life, I'm a doctor but I failed, a complete failure!

I didn't dare to face Qiming in the last book, this one I think he lives in my book, Qiming, like the star of the day, forever, high in the sky, always living in that starry sky!

Yesterday Kavin wrote out Qiming because I didn't know if it was okay for me to write it, but I still wrote it, because Qiming has been gone, and he has been gone for a long time, but I want to pay tribute to him in the form of words, we have not forgotten him, he has always been there, Qiming Qixing, he has always been there!! (To be continued......)