In the ward, at the request of Xie Tong's father, the doctor briefly talked about the cause of Xie Tong's illness.

“…… In addition, he stayed up late for a long time, overworked, and his heart could not withstand huge pressure, causing a seizure, and his smart watch was out of power, so we couldn't understand the condition at the first time, so ......"

The doctor said cautiously, and the two relatives in front of him had stopped crying, not knowing what they were thinking.

"Xie Tong left with him."

Grandma Xie Tong touched the bloodless cheeks on the hospital bed, and her sallow face looked extremely old. Xie Tong's father looked at Xie Tong in a daze, with an indescribable taste on his face. Finally, the decision was made.

"Doctor, Xie told him that he wanted to donate all the organs he could use."

A big man, crying silently there.

The audience was silent.

Doctor: "This ...... Mr. Xie, it's okay, you don't need to worry about this matter, you can discuss it with Xie Tong's other relatives again, and then decide whether to donate organs or not, otherwise, I'm afraid of your ......"

The doctor didn't say any more, but everyone knew it was the old man.

Under the influence of traditional ethical concepts, many people have emotional difficulties in accepting this kind of thing, and even insult and threaten the coordinator of human organs. When a patient is brain dead, medical decisions are made by the family, and if any loved one refuses, organ donation cannot continue.

Xie Tong's father made his voice normal as much as possible: "It's okay, this is Xie Tong's own will, and her grandmother will not object." ”

Grandma Xie Tong did not change her movements because of the conversation around her, which may be a kind of acquiescence, but her heart is like a strangle.

The doctor bowed deeply to Xie Tongjia, ashamed of the habitual thoughts he had developed because of life.

……

Birds, the chirping of flight.

In the ward, only Lin Yunjue and Xie Tong's relatives remained.

Grandma Xie Tong leaned back in her chair and fell into a deep sleep due to sadness, occasionally dreaming of longing.

Silence is the cry of loneliness.

Lin Yunjue looked at Xie Tong's father quietly, and suddenly said softly:

"Uncle, that, what about Xie Tong's mother, didn't she come?"

"Mom...... She passed away some time ago. ”

"I'm sorry." Lin Yunjue suddenly noticed that the white hair of Xie Tong's father's hair was a little dazzling.

"It's okay, it's all in the past, it's over." Xie Tong said to his father, and his voice became a little trembling.

Words of comfort become insignificant. For the first time, Lin Yunjue found that he did not dare to speak.

Soon, Xie Tong's father calmed down his mood, looked at the peaceful Xie Tong, and slowly told the story of the past.

"Xie Tong's heart disease was inherited from his mother's side, and we already knew it from the time he was born, including himself, and Ishii."

"Xie Tong is actually very scared, afraid that he will leave the world, but fortunately, there is Ishii, who has always encouraged him and always given him courage."

Slowly, Xie Tong found that life was not so terrible, and he began to be optimistic and hopeful. He has been very kind since he was a child and likes to help others, I remember when Xie Tong came, it seems to be when he was four or five years old, he said that he wanted to use all his time to help others in the future and make their lives better. ”

"I was very shocked at the time, for the first time I felt the presence of greatness in a little child."

"Ishii was also around, but he didn't seem to understand very well, but I knew that these two were influencing each other."

"Alas, to this day I still feel that the friendship between these two people cannot be erased even by death, they are really the kind of friends who are born and die, and even I feel very ashamed."

Xie Tong's father's tone had a hint of envy and a hint of sadness.

"Later, the college entrance examination was over, and both of them were admitted to Linca College, and it was this summer vacation that my wife passed away."

"Because of genetic diseases, she originally couldn't live now, she lived by heart transplantation until now, fortunately, she spent her last days with a smile, at least, Xie Tong, he, no, how big, psychological, burden."

Xie Tong's father covered his eyes with his hands and bowed down deeply, so old.

Lin Yunjue gently handed him a tissue, not knowing what to say.

whispered a thank you, and Xie Tong's father quickly wiped away his tears so that others would not see his downcast.

"After Xie Tong's mother's funeral was over, Xie Tong told me that he found that the distance between him and death had become closer, and I hurriedly taught him, you still have several years, don't give up hope, in case medicine suddenly advances, there is a cure for genetic diseases, not to mention, you have to pursue your dreams in college with Ishii."

"Xie Tong didn't speak, I don't know if he listened or not, but I know that Shijing is his spiritual pillar, and he will definitely work hard to live."

"I think Ishii is the same, but now ...... I don't know where Ishii is, and I don't dare to comfort him, maybe I'm too weak. Xie Tong's father said bitterly.

Lin Yunjue: "Staying alive is the greatest strength." Uncle, I don't think Xie Tong will blame you, what's more, you correctly interpreted Xie Tong's desire to donate organs. ”

Xie Tong's father: "No, he really said that, by the way, you help me give this to Ishii." ”

……

Time became impatient, everyone was gone, everyone was doing their thing.

A laboratory in a scientific research and experimental base.

The faint table light, a person working alone in the dark. Here, it has become a dormitory for Ishii, both in terms of life and decoration.

A takeaway that has been sitting for a few days, a charging cable, a thin quilt, and the robot that I don't know when it will be completed.

Ishii has soaked all his time here, and it's strange to say that it's a public laboratory, but Ishii has never seen anyone else visit, as if this is their independent laboratory.

But it doesn't matter.

The road ahead was shattered, and only a rugged springboard remained of these traces. All the time was spent on the robot, but nothing could be done.

Ishii, what's tomorrow?

Tomorrow...... Tomorrow is the thing in hand, as long as it is not completed, then it will never come.

That part, under his own manual operation, fell again and again, and the problem of picking up sesame seeds and dropping watermelons was so often that what to do was no longer a problem for Ishii to think about, he just wanted to finish it quickly.

Because the time of selection is tomorrow.

The selfless work made a faint smile appear on the corner of Ishii's mouth, and his eyes were misty, even if someone passed by, he wouldn't notice it at all.