Bai Ling followed the attending physician to his office. It's a coworking room with six desks. Every desk is equipped with a computer, and the doctors' diagnostic methods are becoming more technological.

I saw him take out a bunch of keys from his pocket and open the drawer of his desk. Carefully took out two small pieces of paper folded into a square from the drawer with both hands, and gently handed them to Bai Ling's hand. At this moment, the anger in his eyes was extinguished.

The attending physician took a deep breath and took a long breath. Then he said in a slow tone: "From the sudden loss of the patient's consciousness to being sent to the hospital, it should be said that it is still very timely." This gives us valuable salvage time. Because the patient's condition is too severe, the severity is unimaginable. Just like a sailing ship, it has been riddled with holes and can no longer withstand any wind and waves, but it continues to sail in the wind and waves, and the result is unexpected, and when it touches the collapse, even the magic hand of the gods is also useless.

I have been practicing medicine for more than 20 years and have met countless cancer patients. It is the first case and a miracle that the cancer has spread throughout the body and is still sticking to work. How much physical pain and mental torture the patient overcame was incomprehensible to me, a doctor.

According to the projection, at least three years ago, the patient was already feeling unwell and knew that he had cancer. At least a year ago, he knew there was no cure for his illness. Maybe it was because of financial problems, or maybe he knew too much about the disease, in short, he didn't take the initiative to seek medical treatment and didn't spend money in vain, but chose to continue to work and fight the disease. This spirit is to be admired.

As a family member, a loved one, and a close lover of a patient, you have not noticed the slightest notice, which makes me, a medical worker, feel incredible.

The attending physician spoke in a slow, calm tone. Bai Ling felt as if there were countless steel needles piercing her heart deeply and penetrating every nerve in her.

Over the years, since my mother stepped into this family, I have lived with me every day, and I have devoted my whole mind to my mother. Her husband Fang Ming was driven to another room to sleep alone. As a woman, as a wife, she forgot that Fang Ming was her husband and a big man, and she forgot the skin-to-skin relationship between husband and wife. This is really against human nature, where did the love that a woman should have? At this time, Bai Ling secretly blamed herself in the depths of her heart.

I only heard the attending physician continue to say: from the patient's coma to the last second of his life, he always used one hand to tightly cover his jacket pocket. It's a silent language, and he's sending us a message.

When he said goodbye to us, we went to break his hand and found the message in his pocket. This message passed through the hands of us medical workers, and those who read it wept and tears flowed down their eyes, as if he were their own relative. The patient had seen Death clutching his hands, but he was still fighting with Death, and he was still going to work. Everyone unanimously bowed their heads, paid silent tribute, and paid tribute to this great heart.

Bai Ling took the piece of paper with both hands. Judging by the appearance alone, this folded piece of paper has been in your pocket for a long time. Because the paper has worn out and worn, the creases are deep, and if you don't pay attention, the piece of paper will fall apart.

Bai Ling trembled her hands and carefully opened them one by one. Every time she opened a piece, her heart trembled, as if she was tearing open her husband Fang Ming's heart. The chic and elegant text is the handwriting of her husband Fang Ming at first glance.

Attending Physician: I am a cancer patient and will be dying soon. I made my decision very early. It is also my long-cherished wish to donate my body and organs after I die, and to provide as much assistance as possible to those in need. Ever since I knew I had cancer, I knew that donating my organs was in vain. But I am still willing to donate my body for medical research. I would like to make some contribution to cancer prevention, anti-cancer and cancer treatment.

Although I am an individual, as a cancer cell of a virus, I always have something in common. I have a wide range of hobbies, but I don't have a hobby of smoking, drinking, or playing mahjong. In terms of private life, I have everything a normal man should have. It's just that because of various conditions, the husband and wife have been separated for a long time. I spend my spare time creating.

I am such a strict person. Instead, the cancer cells were activated in my body, and they changed dramatically, eroding my healthy body.

The reason why I want to say these things is to tell researchers whether there is some kind of connection between cancer and people's thinking, life interests, and lifestyles. Nowadays, the number of people suffering from cancer is not small, what is the relationship between chance and inevitability? I'm just offering some advice to researchers......

When Bai Ling read this, Fang Ming's words sounded in her ears again: "Donate your body, donate your organs, and leave no ashes......

Whenever he saw an obituary, heard mourning, saw a wreath, or encountered a funeral procession, Fang Ming would say such things. But Bai Ling not only didn't take it to heart, but often accused him of talking nonsense. She never dreamed that every word Fang Ming said at that time was serious, it was all deliberate, and it was all a message to herself in disguise, telling that she was suffering from an incurable disease. Now it's all a reality.

To be alive, you must contribute to the society, and when you die, you must leave some commemoration for the society, and you can't add to the society. People can't walk in vain in the world. Fang Ming said so, and he did so. Fang Ming was just an ordinary person, but he had a great heart. Bai Ling's tears welled up in her eyes. Bai Ling opened another small piece of paper. This is what Fang Ming wrote to himself.

"Ling, the most beautiful and beautiful white peony in my heart, when you read these words, you must be in the hospital, beside the attending physician, and you must have seen the message I wrote to the doctors.

"I just donate my body to deal with my own funeral, one is that it may be of some help to the country's medical cause, and the other is that it will reduce a lot of life pressure and unnecessary troubles. You have to know that now, buying a yin house is more expensive than a yang house. I have no relatives above, no children below, and you lack assistants. My decision will ease your burden.

"I've already signed a contract. As long as you report it through the medical staff, you don't have to worry about the future. As for your future living arrangements, I have made plans for you in my diary, just for your reference, go and find out slowly when you get home.

"Goodbye, Mother Zero."

"Goodbye, my Ling.

"Goodbye, the most beautiful white peony in my heart.

"I wanted to join hands with you for a hundred years, but illness did not allow me to do so. I think that after so many years, you have become accustomed to my absence, and in the future, you will think that I am still working in a far away place, and you will live strongly. ”

Bai Ling bit her lip tightly, didn't cry, and let the tears flow.

The attending doctor pointed to the foot of the wall with his hand and said, "This is Boss Yu of Fang Ming's unit." It was he who sent Fang Ming in time and has been accompanying Fang Ming, waiting for your arrival. It's a pity that the Grim Reaper doesn't talk about the slightest affection, leaves no room for negotiation, and pulls Fang Ming on the road to the west.

Only then did Bai Ling realize that in the corner of the attending physician's office, there was another man sitting. He was also tall, with two big eyes with sadness, and his stature and age were similar to Fang Ming's. At first glance, you can see that he is a very capable person who speaks and does things.