On Chinese New Year's Eve, Xie Yangnian's family rarely had such a lively time. A large round table was filled with more than a dozen people. Xia Xingran looked at the busy Xie family, his hands propped up on the table, his heart was warm, and his eyes were a little moist.

In the past, when my parents were still alive, they would bring their grandparents and grandparents to celebrate the New Year together every year. But since the death of my parents five years ago, the elderly on both sides have all passed away in just two or three years due to too much stimulation.

In just five years, she personally erected a monument and buried the ashes of all her relatives. Watching yourself become a living lonely ghost in this world. Look at the book

"Why is Natsu crying? Good boy, today is a good day, you can't cry." Xie Yangnian's mother, who was already in her prime, hurriedly pulled out a piece of paper and handed it to Xia Xingran, holding her in her arms.

"No wonder. It's hard for you to have no relatives at such a young age, and today is another day of family reunion." Grandma Xie patted Xia Xingran, lowered her head to wipe her tears, and touched her head again to comfort her.

Xie Yangnian walked out with a plate of fish and said angrily, "Mom, the little girl is sad enough, and you still say this."

While sitting next to Xia Xingran, he said, "Xiao Xia, don't be sad, you can come to my house at any time in the future, we are all your relatives!"

Before he could say a word, the whole room gathered over, nodded and smiled around Xia Xingran: "Yes, yes, don't be sad Doctor Xia, we will all be your relatives in the future!"

Xia Xingran pursed her lips again and again, sobbed a few times, and stopped crying. She stood up from Grandma Xie's arms with red eyes, bowed deeply to everyone, and her voice was hoarse from the cry she had just cried: "Thank you, thank you."

For a while, the meals were complete, Xia Xingran, Han Chenluo and the Xie family were lively together, happily eating the Chinese New Year's Eve dinner. In Xia Xingran and Han Chenluo's red porcelain bowls, the dishes were stacked up, and the Xie family was still putting vegetables in their bowls.

When she was eating, Xia Xingran's phone rang urgently, she took out her mobile phone with a smile, and when she looked at the phone number, her eyelids moved slightly. "Hey, Huang Sisi's mother, what's wrong?"

She only said this, and everyone watched her look gradually change. A face turned from a joyful eggplant red to a sad gray. His lips trembled, and tears jumped out impatiently.

A few minutes later, there was no sound on the other end of the phone. Xia Xingran still maintained the posture of talking on the phone, not moving.

Xie Yangnian sensed that something was wrong with her, and hurriedly shook her body and asked anxiously, "Xiao Xia, what's wrong, you can speak!"

Xia Xingran blew her nose three times intermittently as if she was twitching. raised his eyes to look at Xie Yangnian, and his throat choked: "Huang Sisi's mother said that Huang Sisi is no longer good, and now he has been urgently transferred to our hospital."

She knew that Huang Sisi had lung metastasis and would die at any time, but she didn't expect this day to come so quickly.

The warm lights of the New Year passed through the gaps in the bare branches and shone on Xia Xingran's body, mottled with light and shadow, bleak as frost.

When Xia Xingran and Xie Yangnian rushed to the emergency ward, Lin Qinghua had already arrived. He beckoned to Xia Xingran, pointed to the chest CT film that Huang Sisi had just done, and sighed heavily: "Xiao Xia, you should understand that for Huang Sisi, there is no longer any point in treatment."

Xia Xingran looked at it, Huang Sisi's tumors in both lungs continued to deteriorate, and Lin Qinghua was not wrong.

"I'll go see her." Xia Xingran endured her grief and moved to the ward step by step.

Huang Sisi sat on the hospital bed, because of a lung tumor, she could only sit upright and breathe on oxygen. Her eyes were closed, and she was as pale as paper. The cardiopulmonary monitor next to him kept alarming, Xia Xingran looked at it, and his heart rate was 180, which is equivalent to Huang Sisi's heart has been bearing the load of running 800 meters.

Huang Sisi's mother has been sitting on the edge of the bed, holding Huang Sisi's hand and crying lowly. Seeing Xia Xingran coming, he hurriedly gently woke up Huang Sisi, and his hoarse voice revealed the unique tenderness of maternal love: "Sisi, wake up, Doctor Xia has come to see you."

Hearing Xia Xingran coming, Huang Sisi opened his eyes very slowly, pulled the corners of his mouth hard, and made an extremely weak voice: "Doctor Xia, you are here. It's good to see you again, I'm sorry to disturb you for the New Year." Look at the book

Xie Yangnian and Han Chen

Luo couldn't help but turn his back, and the two big men couldn't help crying when they covered their mouths.

Xia Xingran bit her lip and forced herself to smile, walked to Huang Sisi's side, bent down and touched her head and said, "What's not to bother, let's Sisi is really sensible."

"Doctor Xia, I still want to call you Sister Xia." Huang Sisi stretched out his hand that was bruised and bruised because of frequent intravenous infusions, and wanted to touch Xia Xingran's face.

Xia Xingran immediately leaned over and put her face in her sweaty sticky palm, pretending to be relaxed, "Sisi, you can call me anything, no problem."

"Sister Xia. I know I'm already at the limit, I won't be fine, I can't stand it. So I begged Mom and Dad, take me to see you one last time."

Huang Sisi took out an envelope from the quilt and handed it to Xia Xingran, Xia Xingran opened it and saw that it was full of photos taken by their family going out to play during this time.

"Because of Sister Xia's persistence, my leg can be saved. I had the opportunity to use my own feet to set foot in these places that I have always wanted to go. So, I want to say to Sister Xia in person, thank you. Thank you for fulfilling my greatest wish."

Looking at Huang Sisi, who is smiling brighter than spring flowers in the photo, is now about to wither. Xia Xingran couldn't hold back any longer, covered his eyes and cried bitterly.

"I'm sorry, Sisi. It's because I don't have the ability, I can't cure your illness, it's useless, blame me." Xia Xingran cried heartbreakingly, and couldn't even speak clearly.

Huang Sisi's mother came over and hugged Xia Xingran, who was crying and trembling, and choked up, "Doctor Xia, don't do this, you have done your best, and our family is very grateful to you."

Xia Xingran felt extremely uncomfortable, and he couldn't speak, so he bit his lip and cried. Tears fell down like pearls with broken threads, dripping down the fingers.

"Sister Xia, I came to you for another matter. This is also the last contribution I can make to this society, and I ask Sister Xia to help me." Huang Sisi's expression was calm, with a kind of indifference beyond his age.

Xia Xingran hurriedly raised his head, wiped his face and blew his nose, took a few breaths and said, "You say that as long as I can do it, I will promise you."

"I don't think I have any other organs in my body to donate. There's only one cornea left, and I want to donate it. In this way, other children can see again, and they can continue to see the world instead of me, killing two birds with one stone, how wonderful."

Before he could say a word, everyone present was stunned. No one expected that when Huang Sisi was dying, his only wish was to donate his cornea!

What a great love this is!

"Sisi, you are still underage, and you need your parents' consent to sign to donate corneas." Xia Xingran explained.

"Mom and Dad, you'll agree." Huang Sisi struggled and sat up a little straighter. "Mom and Dad, this is the last thing I can leave you with my thoughts."

Huang Sisi's parents leaned their heads on their heads and cried for a while, then looked at Huang Sisi with a relieved smile: "Sisi, you are good, and your parents are proud of you." While asking Xia Xingran, "Doctor Xia, where and how to sign?"

Lin Qinghua walked in and took Huang Sisi's father to go through the cornea donation procedures.

"Mother Huang Sisi, tell me when you're ready." This is the farewell moment for their mother and daughter in this life, Xia Xingran walked out with a hoarse voice, making time for their mother and daughter.

Huang Sisi's mother got up and put her head on Huang Sisi's head, and the mother and daughter snuggled up and took the last group photo in their lives. After the shooting, Huang Sisi's mother turned her head inward and couldn't hold back her crying anymore.

Huang Sisi, who was close to a coma, felt her mother's crying. With difficulty, she turned her head around and pressed it against her mother's forehead, and her voice was like a gossamer.

"Mom, thank you for your hard work. If there is a next life, I will be with you for the rest of my life."

Huang Sisi slowly stretched out his little finger: "Mom, let's pull the hook."

Huang Sisi's mother couldn't cry, and stretched out her little thumb to hook Huang Sisi's little thumb.

"Hang yourself on a hook, you won't change for a hundred years!" In the empty and dark ward, a mother and daughter came to her

A swan song that cries and laughs.

"Mommy, baby will always love you." This is the last sentence that Huang Sisi left to the world.

According to Huang Sisi's wishes, her cornea was taken by Xia Xingran and Lin Qinghua personally.

It is customary for all medical staff present to observe a moment of silence before the organ donation operation is about to begin.

"I would like to thank Wong Sze Sze for his tremendous contribution to saving others and to the cause of organ donation in our country."

After a minute of silence, Xia Xingran held back tears and withdrew Huang Sisi's breathing support, and three minutes later, her heart stopped beating.

Huang Sisi's cornea helped a little boy who was scratched by a foreign object at the age of three to see again. The family waited four years for this moment.

In China, there are about 10,000 new children and adolescents with osteosarcoma every year, most of whom are not taken seriously by their families or even doctors in the early stage, and many of them are already at an advanced stage when they are discovered.

The incidence of malignant osteosarcoma is low, the investment in new drug research and development is very small, and the survival rate of patients has not been significantly improved in the past 30 years.

Xia Xingran stood in the office, carrying a cornerstone on her back, and she wrote down a disease in the target task column of her notebook - malignant osteosarcoma.