With the arrival of this special boy, the research forces in the base, under Qin Hui's instructions, leaned towards this plan named Hope. Hundreds of scientists were sent here to study the subject day and night, and the mystery of immortality hidden in the little boy's hope.

The real yàn slowly unfolded, and this little boy named Hope by Qin Hui would accept all kinds of real yàn every day.

In the course of these experiments, Hope always had an optimistic attitude, and even actively cooperated with the ideas of the scientists, and never talked about his feelings. Even the most painful bone marrow extraction, he gritted his braces and did not plead.

Because of the cooperation of hope, the real yàn is progressing very quickly. The cooperation of hundreds of scientists has shown the highest work efficiency. The reality is going on again and again, and the body of hope is also getting worse and worse with the blood drawn again and again.

According to common sense, the blood of the human body is drawn within a certain range, as long as it does not exceed the standard, it will not hinder people's health. But with the blood being drawn again and again, this statement is not reflected in Hope's body at all.

Hope is special, that's the unanimous statement of hundreds of scientists. I hope that every time my blood is drawn, it will be like a deflated tire. No matter how much the dietitians conditioned his body, the blood he hoped to lose was never replenished again.

This statement sounds ridiculous, but it is as if there are no hematopoietic cells in the body of hope. There is simply no new blood being produced after the blood has been extracted.

After the third blood draw, Hope was in a coma for two days before waking up again. When I woke up, I just hugged my legs and looked out the window quietly. Not only did he not ask how long he had been in a coma, but he also did not ask how long he would live. It's as if this qiē was just a nightmare.

Hopefully, the situation is getting worse and worse, but the real yàn continues. Because in Qin Hui's view, hope is death, and before he dies, he must succeed in making the elixir of longevity.

"Sir, may I make a small request?" Looking at Qin Hui who appeared in his room, his face was pale with hope, lying on the bed like a terminally ill person, and a magazine was spread out in front of him.

Hope's face was bloodless, and the skin on his body was like that of a leukemia patient, and there was no trace of redness.

There is hope that he is already 300 years old, perhaps because his body has not grown much, and he still has the nature of a child and a trace of naivety, as if he is really only a teenager.

Looking at the look of hope, Qin Hui saw a pleading look on his face for the first time.

"Say it, if I can do it." Qin Hui nodded, ready to refuse in her heart.

Hope lowered his head, fixed his eyes on the magazine in front of him, and waited for a moment before speaking softly; "I felt lonely and I wanted someone to spend time with."

"Find someone to accompany you!" Qin Hui's face was strange when he heard this, because in Qin Hui's heart, hope might be that he didn't want to conduct the experiment, or begged him to let him go. I never thought that I would make this request.

"Yes sir, I know my body, I don't have much to live. Now I beg you, kind sir, I want someone to accompany me on my final journey. Hope said with difficulty, and at this time he couldn't even speak clearly.

Looking at Hope's appearance, Qin Hui nodded thoughtfully and sighed; "It's really hard for you, I'm still a little boy at more than three hundred years old! It's a shame if you just leave. Say, what do you want? Lori, Royal Sister, Wife, Female Nurse, Flight Attendant, Police Flower is no problem, I will fulfill your last wish. ”

Listening to Qin Hui's words, a sickly flush flashed on Hope's face; "Sir, you are wrong, I want this old woman to accompany me." As he spoke, he moved his fingers effortlessly and pointed to the magazine in his hand.

Qin Hui looked at it intently and found that it was a copy of the New York Times. The above content records a lonely old lady in her seventies, kneeling in front of the collapsed cabin, wiping her tears.

It's a man-made disaster, and the battle between the two Adepts has spread throughout the town. After the battle, only ruins remained, and the old man who went out to beg was the only survivor, which is quite a bit of a loss of his horse

Looking at the position of Hope's finger, Qin Hui nodded noncommittally and asked softly; "Can you tell us why?"

"The way she looks reminds me of my grandmother, and I vaguely remember my grandmother, who used to cry like this." After hearing Qin Hui's words, his eyes were confused, and he waited for a while before whispering.

Regarding the wish for hope, Qin Hui finally agreed. The little boy is his hope, and this pleading is not his hope!

Qin Hui nodded and left, and at the moment when Qin Hui agreed, a helicopter gunship also drove towards this town that represented disaster.

This old man, who looks like Grandma Hope, is a Frenchman, and she has a nice name called Adjani. Isabel. Isabel was beautiful when she was young, a confident woman who came to the United States with a dream to work hard. The young and beautiful Isabel was born in a small French town and is a well-known bar singer in the local area.

Like most people, Isabel arrived in this lush-belligerent metropolis and slowly became immersed in the bustling world. Alcoholism, marijuana, and the endless bisexual duì of young people all made Isabelle, who was about ten years old at the time, deeply involved. And the seemingly beautiful life makes the confident Isabel ignore the fact that beauty and youth have years.

By the time Isabel woke up, she was in her forties. The original moving singing voice and beautiful appearance have also disappeared with that indulgent life. At that time, Isabel could only wash vegetables in the restaurant, live on a small salary, and married a grumpy plumber.

In the shadow of domestic violence, Lisabel began a dark career for which she had eight years. In the end, she couldn't bear it anymore and chose to leave the city she loved and moved to a small town to live. Lisabel has been gone for more than 20 years, and finally she grows old, and finally has to live in a leaky cabin, relying on begging to survive hard.

In this way, the old man Isabel, who was already homeless, was taken to the research institute by Qin Hui's subordinates, and cried goodbye to the place that made her sad. At the Institute, Isabel will play the role of a grandmother, accompanying Hope through his last life.

With this little episode, the real yàn continues. Although Isabel's arrival made Hope happy for a long time, Hope's physical condition is still deteriorating.

The real yàn was carried out again and again, and when the fifth blood draw was over, the hope of being rescued could not even eat by himself. At this time, hope can only rely on nutrient solution to sustain life, listening to Isabel tell some stories that are very boring in Qin Hui's opinion.

All sorts of real ways, painful bone marrow extraction, deadly blood extraction. And just like that, in this snowy winter, after the blood was drawn for the sixth time. This miracle of God, the ageless boy, ushered in the long-lost Grim Reaper on the operating table.

Hoping to walk peacefully, he lay down in Isabel's arms and closed his eyes. And at the moment when Hope closed her eyes, Isabel also heard Hope call her grandmother's voice as she wished.

Looking at Hope, who had stopped breathing, Lisabell hugged him tightly in her arms, and kept stroking Hope's face, tears dripping down Hope's face like a broken pearl necklace. Isaril was very indulgent when she was young, but no matter what Isaril did when she was young, what happened to her over the past few decades made her cleanse her soul and atone for the sins she had committed.

Qin Hui's gaze, who hoped to be watching closely before leaving, knew that he couldn't rest assured of his grandmother, and wanted to ask him to send someone to take care of her future life. For the hopeful gaze, Qin Hui agreed. Without hope, you may never be able to get a potion that can increase your lifespan.

Under Qin Hui's arrangement, Isabel will usher in a new life and spend her old age under the care of the maid, and this is also Qin Hui's promise of hope.

In a few short months, the poor grandparents and grandchildren developed a deep bond.

Looking at the sunshine in the ruggedness, Qin Hui didn't know that in the days when there was no hope in the future, Isabel, an old man who had already regarded hope as his own grandson, would still be able to live as strong as before.

Hope, what is hope! Maybe that's how it should be!