In front of Jing Chen's eyes, a picture gradually emerged.

It still looks like it's a hospital, but in a different place.

In the ward, the emaciated boy on the hospital bed was already lifeless, covered with a white cloth.

A series of life monitoring devices next to it have long ceased to function, as if the boy had lost his life.

In the previous picture, the woman I saw, the mother of the sick boy, was sitting on the edge of the bed at this time, hugging the boy covered with a white cloth tightly, burying her head in the quilt, trembling all over, tears pouring out of her eyes.

Then he lifted the white cloth that covered the boy's head, and pressed his tear-filled face against the boy's forehead.

Next to him, at the end of the hospital bed, there was a silent middle-aged man, he looked at his wife in pain, his son who had lost his life,

I opened my mouth and wanted to say something, but at the moment it was like I had lost my voice.

Then he reached out and covered his face, rubbed his face hard one by one, and grabbed his hair,

It was as if the strength in his body had been drained a little bit, and the middle-aged man curled up on the ground by the wall of the ward.

He opened his mouth and wanted to shout, but there was still no sound, but he was trembling all over, and the tears could no longer stop clattering.

Next to it, near the door of the ward, there was a man in a white coat, about forty or fifty years old, who was supposed to be a doctor.

At this moment, he stood aside in some silence, looking at this scene.

In the end, he just stepped forward and straightened out some of the equipment that had no use, although he didn't need to do the work.

Until the woman holding the child gradually stopped her tears, and raised her head from the face of the child who had closed her eyes,

In the woman's red eyes, in addition to pain, she was even more confused.

"Sorry......"

The doctor-like man paused in his hand and spoke out to the young man's mother and middle-aged man.

Jing Chen looked at this scene and frowned.

The boy died of illness and there is no way to cure it?

As Jing Chen said just now, if there is no hope hidden in the future, then he has nothing to do about it.

However, the picture in front of me is not over yet,

“…… No, we don't blame you...... Dr. Money. ”

The woman was a little dazed and painful, her eyes were blank, but she still shook her head,

"This is our own choice, Dr. Qian, you have done your best."

"It's just that the kid himself is too sick...... His own life is not good......"

As the woman spoke, her eyes turned red again,

“…… I'm sorry. ”

The doctor let out a deep breath, said another word, and turned to walk out of the room.

“…… Dr. Chin...... If...... If we had sent Xiao Hao over earlier, wouldn't it have been ...... Just ......"

The woman spoke, unable to continue.

She probably wanted to put the blame on herself.

People always want to make themselves more miserable in their pain.

“…… Xiao Hao: The progress of his condition is very fast. And...... Experimental therapies are inherently risky. ”

"You don't have to think too much about ......"

The doctor had already walked to the door of the ward, probably to comfort the middle-aged couple who had lost their son.

However, perhaps he also felt that his comfort was a little weak, and after a pause, he opened the door of the ward and walked out.

The woman in the ward, the middle-aged man, looked at his son who had closed his eyes on the hospital bed and would never wake up again.

Well......?

Jing Chen watched the picture of the future in front of him gradually disappear.

Although he wanted to find hope that the boy could live, he saw the future in which the boy had died.

But at the end of the picture, there seems to be a little hope hidden in the conversation between Dr. Qian and the woman.

Obviously, women and middle-aged men with their children, after some time in the future, are changing doctors and hospitals.

The doctor's last words implied a little possibility.

If this middle-aged man and woman had brought their children, the sick boy would have been able to find him earlier, and perhaps there would have been a greater possibility of treatment.

I felt the time of the picture just now...... Well, just over a month later.

So fast?

Jing Chen frowned a little more, and then looked at the middle-aged man in front of him who was looking at him nervously and waiting,

"What's wrong with your son?"

"Lymphoma...... It has entered an advanced stage. ”

The middle-aged man opened his mouth and was silent after speaking.

Jing Chen listened and paused.

If so, then even if there is a little hope, it is not much.

Jing Chen frowned a little more, the middle-aged man was even more nervous, his hand was a little helpless and didn't know where to put it, he opened his mouth, and wanted to say something, but he didn't dare to ask.

Jing Chen turned his gaze, looked at the middle-aged man again, still concentrated, followed the previous train of thought, looked at a few more pictures of the future, learned more information, and determined the doctor's name.

"You take your child as soon as possible, transfer to the Institute of Life Sciences under the Capital Medical Research Institute, find Professor Qian Yixue, and find a way to join the experimental therapy he is doing,"

"Remember, you must join the experimental group."

"You can rely on your old boss to find money to learn from professors."

"Gotta hurry, maybe there's some hope."

"When you find Professor Qian Yixue, you don't have to mention me to him."

"If your child hasn't been saved in the end, don't come to me."

Jing Chen told the middle-aged man everything he could say.

As for asking the middle-aged man not to mention him.

I also hope that there will be no extraneous complications - without his interference, in the end, this middle-aged man can take his child to find this Professor Qian Yixue,

It's just a little late.

Now, Jing Chen is only buying some hope for the middle-aged man and the sick teenager for time - so that the sick teenager can get effective treatment earlier.

The middle-aged man, who was clutching his pants tightly and holding some extravagant hopes nervously, listened to Jing Chen's series of words.

After a pause, he nodded vigorously,

"Remember?"

"Remember...... Prof. Qian Yixue, Prof. Qian Yixue, Institute of Life Sciences, Capital Medical Research Institute......"

The voice trembled a little, and the middle-aged man repeated.

"Well, okay...... Let's go. Remember to be quick. ”

"Good...... Thank you sir...... Thank you sir......"

The middle-aged man didn't have time to think about the truth and correctness of what Jing Chen said.

It's like a drowning person grasping at the last straw.

He preferred to believe that what Jing Chen said was true, he only hoped that the life-saving straw would be pulled from the river to the river more slowly.

It's like a nightmare,

The middle-aged man stood up, and kept repeating the name of the professor of 'Qian Yixue' in his mouth,

This is a little hope for his child to live, even a little, an extremely faint hope, he is afraid that he will forget.

Professor Qian Yixue...... Prof. Qian Yixue, Prof. Qian Yixue, Institute of Life Sciences......"

The middle-aged man repeated the recitation, and after getting up, he turned around and was about to leave in the distance.

Jing Chen didn't stop it, but he still sat on the pony and watched the back of the middle-aged man leaving.

However, just after the middle-aged man took two more steps forward, he stopped again,

He turned around tremblingly, and after muttering two more sentences of 'Professor Qian Yixue', he looked at Jing Chen,

"Sir...... I haven't given you your hexagram yet......"

As he spoke, the middle-aged man saw the two long banners spread on both sides of Jing Chen's stall,

"The iron mouth is straight off, and it is a thousand gold."

"If not, the money will not be refunded."

This is a peculiar, or comical, absurd criticism.

In the eyes of the middle-aged man who is clutching that little hope at this moment, he would rather believe that this is the maverick of the gentleman.

"Sir...... I didn't bring any cash with me today, can I transfer ......?"

In a bit of a panic, the middle-aged man groped through the various bags on his body, just took out dozens of yuan and pinched his mobile phone.

“…… There's a stall over there that sells apples, and it's said to taste good. If you buy me two, they will be used as consultation fees. ”

Jing Chen needs this middle-aged man's money, if this middle-aged man is short of money for his child's treatment, it is not impossible for him to give this middle-aged man hundreds of thousands.

Turning his hand, Jing Chen pointed to a stall not far from the bridge.

It was a vegetable stall set up by an old lady in a cotton jacket, with some fresh vegetables neatly arranged on one side and a pile of small apples that were not very good-looking.

Although it was autumn, and the old lady was wearing a padded jacket, she was probably old and weak, and she would get up and stomp her feet after a while.

More often than not, the old lady squatted behind the vegetable stall, carrying her wrinkled face, and looking at the people coming and going on the side of the road with cloudy eyes.

I don't know how to sell, but I'm just expecting someone to stop by her stall.

When there was nothing to do before, Jing Chen glanced at the old lady a few times, and saw that the old lady's future was probably the future after the evening and dusk.

Even after dusk, when the old lady's stall sold a handful of greens, the apples were still piled up like that.

In the end, the old lady carried the burden and went away again.

"Good...... Mr...... I'm going to buy ......."

Listening to Jing Chen's words, he looked back at the vegetable stall,

The middle-aged man was slow at first, then sped up a few steps and walked over.

“…… Pick some of these apples for me...... I'll pick it myself. ”

didn't ask the price, the middle-aged man squatted down in front of the vegetable stall,

"Apples...... Then you can take a bag and pick it up yourself. A pound for a dollar. ”

When the old lady saw the visitor, her cloudy eyes shone with some brilliance, and a smile appeared on her wrinkled face.

Pulled a white plastic bag from the side and handed it to the middle-aged man,

The middle-aged man didn't pay attention to the old lady, just held the plastic bag, lowered his head, and carefully picked out the better apples on the stall.

From these smaller apples, pick the ones that look a little better.

“…… That's all. ”

As much as possible, I picked up all the apples that were still good in the stall and put them in the bag.

There were only a few left in the stall, and the middle-aged man handed the bag to the old lady to weigh.

"Okay, okay...... I'll weigh you...... These are all self-made apples on the trees at home...... A total of ten catties, ten yuan......"

"I'll give you the rest of the rest."

As she spoke, the old lady picked up a few apples left from the stall into a bag and handed them to the middle-aged man.

"Good. That's ten bucks. ”

The middle-aged man didn't care about anything else, gave the money, carried the apple, and hurriedly walked back to Jing Chen's side.

Jing Chen turned his head again and looked at the old lady behind the vegetable stall,

The old lady took the money, looked at it carefully, then smiled happily and carefully put the money into the inner pocket of her clothes.

“…… Mr...... Apple ......"

"Sir, I'll thank you again after a while."

"No, you don't."

Probably thinking that this bag of ten yuan apples could not be handled, the middle-aged man couldn't help but say while handing over the bag.

Jing Chen shook his head and took the big bag of apples,

Then he picked one out of the bag, wiped the mud from the apple, and took a bite.

At the same time, he waved his hand at the middle-aged man and did not speak again.

"That sir...... I'll be gone......"

"Money learns...... Professor Qian Yixue ......"

The middle-aged man looked at Jing Chen and waved his hand to signal that he could leave.

Turning around again, he kept muttering the name of the professor who could save his child's life.

And then he walked for a while,

Then I walked a little farther, and I couldn't see the river anymore.

The middle-aged man muttered, and gradually stopped again, standing in place,

first looked back, and then took out the phone,

I took the search engine and looked for the information of the professor.

As soon as I found the information on the official website of the Capital Medical Research Institute, there are some other materials to corroborate.

This professor Qian Yixue is indeed not a liar, but a well-known master in human science and medical research.

Confirming the identity of this Qian Yixue professor, the middle-aged man held the phone tighter.

"Professor Qian Yixue ......"

Then he muttered about what he had said to him, and then thought about how to ask his old boss to help him with the relationship.

After thinking about it and thinking about it, he carefully considered the sentence, and still called his old boss.

“…… Feed. ”

"Uncle Cheng, I'm Yan Min, are you free at this time?"

Unconsciously lowered his body and lowered his voice, Yan Min asked.

"Yan Min...... Listen to your child's illness...... Is it money needed? How much do you need? I'll call you in a moment. ”

"It's not...... The family has ...... money for treatment."

"Well, how is the kid doing now?"

"The doctor said that the disease still can't control the progression, maybe, it may be ......"

As he spoke, Yan Min's eyes were red again.

The old boss on the other end of the phone was silent for a while, and then asked out loud,

"The child's health is not good, you also have to pay attention to your own body, don't drag your body down, then the child can't do anything...... Is there anything I can help with? ”

Listening to the words of the old boss, Yan Min's eyes turned red and red.

“…… Now, we are ready to take the child to the hospital and find a better doctor...... We wanted to find a way to find Professor Qian Yixue and go to Professor Qian Yixue at the Capital Institute of Life Sciences...... It is said that there is an experimental treatment. ”

“…… Well. Institute of Life Sciences...... My child is working there for a PhD, so I'll call him in a moment and see if he can figure it out......"

"Okay, thank you...... Thank you, Uncle Cheng......"

Yan Min's tears stopped again and gushed out again.

"It's alright...... Take care of the children. ”

……

"Okay...... When you go back, you should eat, you should drink......"

The old man Hong on the riverside sent away an aunt again, and looked back at Jingchen here.

happened to look at the back of the middle-aged man walking away, and Jing Chen was eating apples behind the stall.

I couldn't help but feel a sense of urgency in my heart.

This young man has opened and has customers!

And the middle-aged man who obviously left was still very convinced of this young man.

The old man Hong, who has a very rich imagination, has already thought that in the future, the young man's stall is full of people in front of the market, and there is an endless stream of seekers.

Then his side was deserted and no one cared.

No way!

Old man Hong shook his head and threw this terrible picture out of his mind,

Then, with a sense of crisis, he got up from the stool and looked left and right, wanting to find another guest.

Let the peers next to him see what he is capable of.

Thinking about it, Old Man Hong also secretly glanced at Jing Chen in the narrator, and saw that Jing Chen was still eating apples,

Smash it...... The food was quite delicious, but the young man really took a break for a while, and he didn't know to strike while the iron was hot and look at another guest.

It's up to him!

Somewhat confidently, Old Man Hong turned his head,

Then I saw a young man, probably holding something in his hand.

Walking along the road from the bridge, I raised my head to see him, and then my eyes lit up, and I hurried to the front of Old Man Hong's stall.

As soon as I saw the man,

Old man Hong lowered his body, rolled up the things on the stall, and turned around with a stool to leave.

Before leaving, Old Man Hong glanced at Jing Chen,

Seeing that Jing Chen was still sitting in place, Old Man Hong shook his head secretly,

Sure enough, he is a young man who has just entered the industry, and he has no eyesight at all.

Not at all like his old man, who is meticulously observant.

The young man who came over, though he was not wearing a uniform, was not riding.

But when Old Man Hong sniffed his nose, he knew at a glance that it was the chengguan - knowing the face.

Now it is said that Wang'an City is creating a civilized city,

He, the stall setter, saw that the chengguan was coming, so he didn't slip away?

A little respect should be given to the chengguan.

Looking at Jing Chen, who was sitting on the spot eating apples, Old Man Hong shook his head and slipped away.

"Huh...... Master...... Master...... Wait, I've got something to ......."

The young man walked and ran all the way, but he still didn't catch up,

Screaming out of breath, the old man had already run away.

"I'm really ...... Why did you run away when you saw me, I wrote on my face? ”

The young man gasped, looking gloomy and inexplicable.

"Brother, collar?"

Here, Jing Chen looked at the chengguan who happened to stop in front of his stall, and pointed to the position of his collar,

Although the young man wore his uniform under his coat, the collar was exposed.

“…… , Nima's ...... What a ......."

The young man looked down and pulled his collar to see that there were two famous sayings from Zu An.