Forgetting is the best and worst human ability, five years after the end of the world, people are still opposing the production and research of nuclear weapons, ten years later, people are starting to build cities, starting to call for people to create a better era, fifteen years later, people are already intoxicated with a new life. If a man from fifteen years ago had traveled to the present, he would not have thought that the end had happened, not only because people were still living the same life as before, but also because the things that should have been remembered have been forgotten by those who are used to it.

Ye Ling had a warm home, and his gentle mother gave him a lot of warmth, but when he was 7 years old, his mother lost her life because of illness, and her mother's painful appearance on the hospital bed made Ye Ling very sad, but he didn't know how to reduce his mother's pain. The last memory his mother gave him was that he looked thin under the torture of his illness, and perhaps he chose medicine for this reason in the future.

After the death of his mother, Ye Ling lived with his father, his father was a resolute person, he redoubled his care for his son after the death of his wife, in the eyes of the young Ye Ling, his father was omnipotent, every time he made a mistake, his father would be patient and he would seriously finish the truth, and then stretched out his big hand to touch his head, and pressed hard, which is a signal between father and son, without words.

As a victim of the war, Ye Ling lost his father in the war, he remembered that the world in front of him was constantly shaking that day, blood red and gray intertwined into the tragedy in front of him, noisy voices everywhere, flowing crowds, fierce roars accompanied by frightened screams, and the world outbreak left only chaos in Ye Ling's childhood mind. The school teacher pushed him into a car, and after several bumpy days, he arrived at the camp and logged in his name.

He was only a 10-year-old kid at the time, he didn't know what was happening, the blood stains around him frightened him, he stayed in the camp for a long time, but his father never came to look for him, and after 5 months, everything calmed down and an adult approached him to inform him of his father's death.

Then a group of officials with a group of children, the flashing lights of reporters stung his eyes, photos of the funding scheme were posted in newspapers, he went to school as a government-sponsored student, and then he was admitted to university and became a doctor working in a government-affiliated hospital.

His father's memory of him was a little long ago, and he had never heard his father talk about what he did, and now he remembered that his father often worked with a lot of data, and he remembered that his father was busy, but even if he was busy, his father would still play with him after work, and all he remembered was his father's heavy hand stroking his head and telling him what to do and what not to do.

After the war, he still hoped to find his father, but he knew that he had been confirmed dead by the government system. He had always wished his father was still alive, but that was just an illusion.

There are very few things left by my father, only a photo, the photo shows a family of three, Ye Ling is holding his cat Kat and smiling happily, the sun at that time is much warmer than now.

Sitting in the office, Ye Ling sat down in a comfortable chair, the table had been stained with a layer of light gray after no one came for a few days, and opened the newspaper on the side, the front page of the newspaper published the headline of the Fusion killing, and the newspaper was full of praise for the government armed police.

Ye Ling put down the newspaper, and it happened that the old doctor Li Yi came in with a tired expression, Ye Ling tried his best to squeeze out a little smile, he didn't like to socialize with people, he said things against his will, and made him tired of doing superficial articles.

He is accustomed to watching with his dead fish eyes, but after all, Li Yi helped him during the internship period, and the necessary politeness is still required, "Uncle Li is early, you are staying up late to work again?" ”

"Xiao Ye, it's early, I just finished an operation." Li Yi closed his eyes hard, his left hand kept rubbing his temples, the dark circles under his eyes and his bloodshot eyes said everything, and the top of his head was sweaty.

"What surgery."

"An armed policeman, the arm is broken, the hemorrhage is aggravated by fusion, it is estimated that the wound is infected with cells, and the exchange transfusion circulation was carried out after the removal site, the patient's life is really big, such a toss is still alive." Li Yi said as he took off his white coat.

Li Yi is the living sign of this hospital, and many people beg him to see a doctor every day, and it seems that this case can add glory to him again.

"Oh, you have a good rest, I will consult today, you can go home and sleep well." Ye Ling said as he thought, that Fusion last night was really fierce.

"Then I'm leaving, you also pay attention to rest, don't forget to do blood circulation in a few days, you must rest well in these two days, the intake of water and food must be sufficient, don't drink all the time." Li Yi yawned and instructed, this old man's nagging did not disgust Ye Ling, at least this was a rare word of concern that Ye Ling could hear.

Ye Ling's Fusion Index is higher than that of ordinary people, reaching a dangerous value in the past few years, Fusion caused the internal organs in his body to start to strike, due to kidney problems, he had to use the help of external forces to circulate blood, and the regular exchange blood cycle made him feel bored.

There were a lot of people who came in the morning, and the hospital did not officially open for several days, only a few doctors stayed behind, and most of the doctors came to see each other, but the price was not low. Many people who can't get in line and don't want to spend money will flock to the hospital when it officially opens.

Finally finished the morning consultation, Ye Ling stretched his waist and gasped. Just as Ye Ling was resting, the mobile phone rang, and a man's voice came from the phone, "May I ask if it's Dr. Ye, I am a patient who has been introduced to know your number, and I hope you can go to the outpatient clinic." ”

"Now that the hospital has been lifted, you can come to the hospital and we will provide a more comprehensive service." It is true that there are very few people who ask for an outpatient clinic on non-urgent days, and out of politeness, Ye Ling suggested to the man on the phone.

But the man on the phone replied, "I also want to talk to you about Mr. Ye Jinyi on Road 39." ”

Ye Ling's mind went blank for a moment, Ye Jinyi, his father's name, the person on the other end of the phone obviously knew his father, could it be that his father was still alive, Ye Ling couldn't calm down when he thought of this thought.

Breathing gradually became rapid, his chest was fluctuating violently because of the supply of oxygen, his whole body was trembling, and hope and worry were intertwined in his mind.

After a busy day, Ye Ling hurried to No. 39 Road, after a few days of closure, the restaurants and other business places everywhere were very busy, and people were bustling on the streets, breathing free air.

Ye Ling was a little hesitant as soon as he arrived on that road, whether the person on the other end of the phone was credible was indeed a question, and then the voice on the other side of the phone rang again, "I am a friend of your father Ye Jinyi, please rest assured." ”

Ye Ling's hand holding the phone began to tremble, and his nails began to turn white due to excessive force, obviously his reason is no longer there, as long as there is a little bit of news from his father, he doesn't want to let go.

People are social animals, Ye Ling likes to be alone and pure, but he also longs to have a relative, he has no relatives after the apocalypse, every time he goes home, he is alone and empty, even if the home is not big, but he always feels empty.

As he looked around, a hand grabbed his left shoulder, and an extremely sturdy-looking man stood behind him, and the man looked like a standard bodyguard. The man took him directly to an elongated luxury car, where a middle-aged man sat and waited for him.