One night when he was eleven years old, he was awakened by his mother's ** voice. He saw his mother clutching her stomach vigorously, her face pale and her hair soaked with sweat.

He carried his mother out of the house with his weak body, and in the dark winter night, the cool breeze was biting, but he was tired and sweating. He dragged his mother to the town's infirmary.

The moment the doctor shook his head and told him that his mother was gone, it felt like the world was spinning and the whole world was dark.

His father died at an early age. It was the mother who carried the whole family on her shoulders. Every one of his tuition fees was stained with his mother's sweat and blood. He worked hard, studied hard, and his grades were always the best in school.

The moment his mother died, he suddenly felt an unprecedented sadness, a feeling of powerlessness, and he watched his mother die in front of him. He didn't hate the doctor in the town for his poor medical skills, he hated why he didn't know how to do medicine and couldn't save his mother.

He was admitted to university with the help of fellow villagers and relatives. He enrolled in medical school, but was admitted to the School of History. Sitting in the spacious classroom, many times he would always think of his mother's pale face on the night he was eleven years old, and his own helpless screams and crying.

He worked hard, and in addition to his own specialty, he spent almost all of his time studying medicine. Three years passed quietly, and he didn't know how good his medical skills were, but he could memorize every medical book he had studied. He vowed that if he had the chance, he would be a doctor, a doctor who saved the world.

He always had a picture of his mother on his body. Whenever he was helpless and sad he would take a look, and all his enthusiasm was raised again, and he wanted to fulfill the wish he had made at the age of eleven.

Although the time of his life is forever discredited, he doesn't care. Because he believed that his wish would be fulfilled immediately.

Oh! At this time, a strange scream came from outside the door. The voice felt like someone had half of his throat cut out. He stood up, picked up the white coat next to him, put it on, and put all the buttons on one by one, and finally, he smiled slightly.

Pushing open the door, a strong smell of medicine rushed into my nose. He took a deep breath, and the taste intoxicated him. He could even imagine that in a little while, the people of the world would also be intoxicated by this smell, a stronger pungent smell than formalin.

Along the hallway, he came to a wooden door, and the strange scream came from inside, one more intense.

He took out a pair of white gloves from his pocket, put them on his hands, and pushed open the wooden door with a smile.

The lights flickered, illuminating the room. There was a man immobilized on the operating table, no, it should be said that it was not a whole person, his body had undergone severe decomposition, but he was alive with an angry glint in his eyes.

He picked up the reagent tube next to him and gently dropped it onto the person on the bed.

Yes! The man screamed miserably, and then fainted.

Then, strange things happened, the man's rotten left hand actually moved, and several of his bone-like fingers gently played the operating table like a piano.

What a wonderful thing! He put the test tube in his hand on the table and hummed a tune softly in his mouth.

Bang! Bang! There was a few knocks on the door. He turned his head and saw a man walking in, wearing a black poncho and a hideous mask on his face, which was remodeled after the "Grim Reaper", and looked indifferent in the bright light.

"You're here." He looked at the people.

"Yes, I brought something, and by the way, I brought a few messages." The visitor nodded.

"What's the news?"

"Su Zhengde is dead, and our friend is rushing to Yuling Village."

"Oh! This is indeed good news, but I don't know if my friends are here? His eyes lit up with excitement.

"This time, it's all here. Also, the 23rd was discovered and brought back to the southern city. ”

"Number 23? It's that college student Lei Minghao! Hehe, since he was taken to Nancheng, then maybe this is the will of heaven! He laughed, his voice raging and raging.

"But in case ......"

"It's not a matter of whatever, it's inevitable. Just like our efforts, they are bound to bear fruit. He interrupted in a cold voice.

He closed the door, a smile on his face. That day is coming soon.

He walked over to the table and sat down, and there was a running computer on the table. He tapped on the keyboard, and the computer showed a picture of a girl on it. The girl was wearing a white dress, which, judging by the angle and direction of the shot, should have been taken candidly. A kind smile flashed in his eyes, and the gray beard at the corner of his mouth trembled slightly. For more than 20 years, he has done everything without regrets, and the only thing he feels guilty about is this girl.

Will you forgive grandpa?

He asked softly.