The farewell ceremony for Xu Haijun's body was held in the pathology department of Yaocheng Central Hospital.

Xu Renkang agreed to the hospital's request for a pathological autopsy of Xu Haijun, and there was no time to hold a memorial service.

For pathological anatomy, Xu Renkang is not completely ignorant. When her mother died, Xu Haijun asked for a pathological autopsy on her, and after the autopsy was completed, she was cremated and buried.

Xu's situation is different. After the pathological autopsy is completed, his body will also be donated to the central hospital. The director of the Central Hospital met with him in person and introduced to him the treatment of Xu Haijun's body: Xu Haijun would serve as a general teacher for the doctors of the Central Hospital to study, and then part of his organs would be made into specimens and left in the Central Hospital as teaching samples, and the other part would be cremated normally and the ashes would be returned to the family.

Xu Renkang will receive Xu Haijun's incomplete ashes and can bury his parents together.

It's just that this process will be longer than the process of cremation and burial for ordinary people.

If Xu Renkang wishes, he can observe the entire process of dissection and specimen making.

The dean hopes to dispel Xu Renkang's concerns.

“…… Director Xu's last wish is great. This is how our medicine, the medicine of mankind, was built bit by bit. Our research on his diseased organs can supplement our clinical deficiencies, so that our doctors can intuitively see the diseased organs and see the development and changes of the disease. We can't do anything about Director Xu's situation, but after researching, we may have a way to treat the next patient. This is equivalent to that after Director Xu's death, he is still saving lives and helping the wounded, and he can continue to treat new patients. The dean spoke earnestly.

He was not pretending, but after learning about Xu Haijun's condition, he discussed it with several directors, and really felt that Xu Haijun's situation was special and needed to do a detailed pathological autopsy to understand his condition.

When the previous dean promoted Xu Haijun to be the director of the general surgery department, the dean was still the vice president, and when Xu Renkang was put in the office by Xu Haijun to do his homework, the dean was still a little doctor, so he knew Xu Haijun better, and he had only heard about Xu Renkang. Even so, the president also heard about Xu Renkang's resistance to their central hospital, so he personally went out to do Xu Renkang's ideological work.

Xu Renkang seemed to be easy to speak, and he agreed to any arrangement of the hospital, but the emotion of refusal was wantonly emanated, and anyone could see his dissatisfaction.

If he could, the dean didn't want Xu Haijun, the old director of the central hospital, to have a conflict with his own son after his death.

This human touch is not all out of duty, but also a little bit of the dean's own empathy as a father.

Xu Renkang was silent.

The dean said again: "Xiao Xu, I can understand your thoughts as a family member. We Chinese always think that when people leave, we can leave completely and decently. In fact, foreign countries are similar, and they all hope that their family members will not suffer again before and after death. This kind of emotion can also be understood by our hospital. It's the same with us doctors. It's just that there are more important and meaningful things than our personal feelings......"

Before the dean could finish speaking, he was interrupted by Xu Renkang's gaze.

"Dean, you don't have to say any more. My father's last wish was to be a general teacher and donate his body. I don't have an opinion on how the hospital handles it. Xu Renkang said lightly, "I didn't listen to my dad before, and I came to my dad opposite me." I don't really like central hospitals. ”

The dean was dumbfounded.

Xu Renkang looked at the window.

Outside the window is the inpatient building, which is brightly lit during the day.

"I don't like doctors either." Xu Renkang continued, "I didn't know anything about the research and work my dad did. When he got sick, I accompanied him to see a doctor...... I took him to a foreign place to seek medical advice. I knew he didn't want to toss like that. He just didn't want to embarrass me. ”

The dean opened his mouth, "Xiao Xu, Director Xu, he ......"

"That's what he wants, and I'm sure I'll grant him." Xu Renkang looked at the dean, looked past the dean, looked at the doctors and nurses who were busy preparing in the room, and looked at Xu Haijun lying on the dissection table through the doctors and nurses, "I hope he can feel at ease after he leaves." ”

The dean was silent for a long time, nodded, and sighed, "Don't worry." We also contacted Yao Medical University and contacted Director Xu's classmates. They'll be here later. We will cherish Director Xu's mind and will study things. ”

Soon, the pathology department was lively for the first time in a long time.

In the bustling crowd, there are suppressed lamentations, helpless choking, and hoarse greetings......

Xu Renkang only nodded occasionally to the person who stepped forward and didn't say a word.

He didn't know these people, but these people seemed to know him, or perhaps, they just felt familiar from the similar faces of him and Xu Haijun.

Time flew by during the endless stream of mourners. The pathological autopsy cannot be delayed for too long, and after more than ten hours, those who cannot arrive or be notified will no longer wait in the central hospital.

The pathology department was crowded with a lot of people, and the room where Xu Haijun's body was parked was temporarily set up with live broadcast equipment, and the next room was filled with large screens. Xu Haijun sat in the front row, surrounded by doctors and doctors, and he was the only layman.

All the doctors who came were doctors with experience in dissection, but everyone still discussed and recommended a chief surgeon to complete this special operation.

Hua Qingyuan, the chief surgeon, is not a member of the pathology department of the Central Hospital, nor is he even a current doctor in the Central Hospital. He is from Yaocheng and does not live in Yaocheng now. Among the doctors who came to bid farewell to Xu Haijun, he was not the oldest or the closest to Xu Haijun, but he was the most suitable one in terms of age, technology, and experience.

The director of the central hospital did not fool Xu Renkang. For Xu Haijun's pathological autopsy, the central hospital did its best.

"Teacher Xu, you may not remember me. I used to study with Mr. Lin, and I followed him during my undergraduate internship. The first time I had surgery, Mr. Lin arranged for me to follow your surgery. He said, you are highly talented, and your hands are very skillful, let me see more of your operations, and if you can learn a little, you can earn a little. I was nervous. You didn't even look at me, just stared at my hand and told me to relax, don't be afraid. It's just ordinary, and I'll remember it for the rest of my life. Later, I studied Mr. Lin's master's and doctor's degree, when Mr. Lin was the director, I helped him, and as soon as he was free, he asked you what you were doing, worried that you were idle, and you didn't do your job to go to the internal medicine department......" Hua Qingyuan said to the pale Xu Haijun, "After you became the director, not long after, I told you that a hospital in Beijing contacted me, and you said that you must go, and Mr. Lin recommended me to study abroad at that time, thinking that I could go further...... In fact, I had asked Mr. Lin before that, and he said the same thing. He also said, let me rest assured to come to you, you will definitely not stop me......"

Hua Qingyuan looked at Xu Haijun's somewhat distorted face at this time, and recalled that it was like a dam bursting, pouring thousands of miles.

"At Mr. Lin's farewell ceremony, you sat right in front of me. This may not be true, but I felt that you were the happiest when Professor Zeng was still there and Teacher Lin was also there. Everyone in the hospital calls you junior brother. A few of us interns, young doctors, sometimes jokingly call you junior brother...... After you became the director, Professor Zeng left...... Teacher Lin is also gone......"

Director Xin, the current director of Puwai, was sitting in the next room, listening to the sound of the live broadcast, and couldn't help but fall into memories.

He had also said hello to Hua Qingyuan before. The two were also of the same age, and at that time they were working together in the general surgery of the central hospital, but they studied under different senior doctors. As Hua Qingyuan recalled, they used to mumble together in private, calling Xu Haijun's junior brother, crying and laughing at some of Xu Haijun's behaviors, and envious that he could have a good teacher and a good senior brother to protect him.

Xu Haijun's good teacher left, his good brother also left, and his teacher's disciples and grandchildren also dispersed, leaving him alone in the central hospital.

In the end, Xu Haijun also left.

The middle-aged doctor who was Hua Qingyuan's assistant asked worriedly, "Teacher Hua......"

Hua Qingyuan waved his hand, "It's okay." I just said goodbye to Mr. Xu. ”

He suddenly laughed, "Teacher Lin once held my hand and told me to look at Teacher Xu more, saying that he was brainless and temperamental, and that he was away from Professor Zeng, and he was no longer around, and no one took care of him...... He also sighed that none of our brothers and sisters stayed in the central hospital, and one of us should be left for Teacher Xu...... Teacher Xu didn't agree at that time, saying that he was the director, and finally no one was in charge...... I was right next to that fight......"

I don't know if Mr. Lin was old and confused at that time, forgot about this, or just wanted to capture personal memories of the past...... Hua Qingyuan thought, and the memory gradually faded away.

Many people in the next room fell into memories like him. They can recall even more things with Xu Haijun.

The room full of middle-aged and elderly people couldn't help but feel sad.

"Alright, let's get started." Hua Qingyuan restrained his emotions.

A group of doctors stood around Xu Haijun and bowed to Xu Haijun.

The doctors watching the live broadcast in the next room also stood up and paid silent tribute to Xu Haijun.

In the crowd, only Xu Renkang was still sitting.

He rubbed the remaining red marks on his hands and stared at the projection screen intently.

The Xu Haijun in Hua Qingyuan's mouth was so strange to him.

He had the impression that Xu Haijun was always serious, always in a hurry, always focused on outside the family, always busy in the hospital, and always the father who was tall enough to cover the sun above his head.

Even if Xu Haijun is a little rickety, slower, and less energetic in his old age, he is still the father he needs to look up to.

It turned out that there was another such Xu Haijun.

That Xu Haijun stayed in the central hospital he hated.

"Xiao Xu, ...... next" The dean sat down slowly, glanced at the dissection process on the screen, and looked at Xu Renkang worriedly.

The next picture may be difficult for ordinary people to accept, let alone family members.

It stands to reason that pathological dissection should not be broadcast live, and the whole process will not be recorded.

Xu Haijun's identity is special in the end, especially in the Central Hospital, where he has worked all his life, there is even more special treatment.

Xu Renkang didn't move, "I've never seen my dad on the operating table." ”

The dean was stunned.

Director Xin was sitting on the other side, and he could hear Xu Renkang's words.

In fact, in the quiet scene, everyone could hear what Xu Renkang said.

Many people know about Xu Renkang's situation, he can be said to be a copy of Xu Haijun, the same good talent, the same disdain for the field he is good at, and even further than Xu Haijun, he doesn't even want to touch a scalpel or medical book.

Xu Renkang stared intently at the picture on the screen.

There was no blood flowing on it, not much red.

It's like the blood stains left on Xu Renkang's hands.

When a person dies, the blood that represents life gradually fades.

Memories may also sink into the darkness of the day, dissolving into time.

"How many will be taxidermy?" Xu Renkang suddenly asked.

The dean pondered, "It depends on the condition of the organs." Generally, the skeleton can be made into specimens, and in the case of organs, more typical organs with medical value will be made into specimens. The teacher and these specimens will be used as teaching ...... Two or three years. Hospitals and schools with less favorable conditions will receive fewer donations and will take longer. ”

The city of Yaocheng does not have any unique advantages, but after years of accumulation, the economy is not bad, compared with the upper and more than the lower, the hardware conditions are good, the software can be improved, and the people of Yaocheng live and work in peace and contentment in recent years are also very suitable to accept this new concept. As the most well-known medical school in the region, Yao Medical University often receives body donations. Yaocheng Central Hospital doesn't have so many resources, but as a hospital, they don't have that much demand for general teachers.

"Two or three years...... Xu Renkang said softly.

The dean couldn't guess whether Xu Renkang felt that this time was too long or too short.

"If you want, you can also leave Director Xu in the hospital, or stay at Yao Medical University. Yao Medical University has a special showroom. The speechless mentors who did not return to their families will remain there and be commemorated by every class of medical students. In the end, the dean couldn't hold back and took the initiative to say.

He has no selfish motives in this matter. He graduated from Yao Medical University with a bachelor's degree, but his master's and doctor's degrees are no longer in Yao Medical University, so he doesn't have such deep feelings for Yao Medical University.

The dean was very honest. The central hospital does not have the good environment of Yao Medical University. In the whole Yao City, the best place for the general teacher is Yao Medical University.

When Director Xin heard this, he dispelled his thoughts just now.

Since the dean has already said it, he won't have to look for Xu Renkang later.

Director Xin couldn't help but think of what Xu Renkang looked like when he was a child. At that time, Xu Renkang was doing homework on Xu Haijun's desk, and he also helped take Xu Renkang to the hospital canteen to eat.

In the blink of an eye, he became a small doctor and became the director of the department, and Xu Haijun was lying on the dissection table......

I don't know which colleague will preside over his body after his death.

Director Xin thought as he heard Xu Renkang's voice after a long time.

"Okay."

Director Xin subconsciously turned his head to look.

Xu Renkang tilted his head slightly, staring at the projection screen.

His face, which had been tense, relaxed, completely lost the posture of a business elite and the momentum of rejecting people thousands of miles away.

He looks more like Xu Haijun like this.

※※※※※

Meng Sinan was restless all day, and he was also suspicious all day.

However, the sun sets, the night falls, and the hour and minute hands turn round and round, and nothing happens.

Meng Sinan checked countless times in the rented room, but found no abnormality.

No ghosts, no weirdness, nothing.

But his beating heart refused to settle down.

"Could it be a heart problem?" Meng Sinan could only give up his original way of thinking and think about the problem from a scientific point of view.

Like most young people nowadays, he has an irregular life, abnormal work and rest, staying up late, lack of exercise, and eating a greasy and irritating diet...... It's not surprising that there is something wrong with the heart, but it's time to say "something is finally wrong".

Meng Sinan clutched his chest and decided that tomorrow morning would not be good, so he would go to the hospital to have a look.

Don't be a big problem.

His medical insurance is still in Yaocheng, and it is somewhat troublesome to see a doctor in a different place.

Meng Sinan rarely considered some practical problems, and absentmindedly washed up and lay down on the bed.

He was ready to go to bed early.

The hour hand coincided with the minute hand, and it was 12 o'clock at midnight.

Meng Sinan opened his eyes.

He woke up inexplicably.

Even though he couldn't see the clock in the living room or his phone, he just knew the time.

Wrong.

Meng Sinan's heart was beating wildly.

Could it be that the previous heartbeat was due to something that was about to happen, rather than something unusual at the time?

Ding——

A light lit up on the bedside table.

Meng Sinan didn't turn his head, just squinted his eyes at the phone that lit up.

Someone sent him a message.

Who will it be? What's the message?

This situation ......

Meng Sinan was very worried that after reading the news, he would encounter a disaster.

This kind of thing is not uncommon in ghost stories.

But Meng Sinan has never encountered such a situation.

He just saw and heard something, and to describe it in the old man's localized terms, that is, he opened his yin and yang eyes; Defined by the popular setting of young people, he is more inspired.

That's it, not a superpower like foresight.

Meng Sinan thought so, but still didn't dare to get his mobile phone.

The screen of the mobile phone was also quickly turned off, and the room was dark again.

Meng Sinan's heartbeat did not calm down. He couldn't go back to sleep.

The heart throbbed restlessly in the chest, as if urging him.

The whole day of apprehension and worry disappeared imperceptibly, and was replaced by a melancholy for no reason.

Meng Sinan suddenly felt that this was even more wrong.

He sat up from his bed and finally looked at his phone.

He instinctively felt that the news was not a disaster for him, but a ...... A bad news.

Meng Sinan's throat was tight.

He reached out and grabbed the phone, but he couldn't pick it up the first time.

The phone had become a thousand pounds, and his hand had lost its strength and was extremely weak.

Finally, he held the phone in front of his eyes, wiped his thumb through the fingerprint sensor, and the phone screen lit up.

He opened the WeChat message.

A red hint is marked next to the avatar of a screenshot of a character from the game.

Meng Sinan's pupils constricted.

The light of the phone hit his face, making his face look unusually pale.

His hands trembled a little, and he came across the new message:

[Hello, I am Yu Xiaoqin, Peng Yun's mother. My son, Peng Yun, sadly passed away this morning. The farewell ceremony will be arranged separately and friends and relatives will be notified at that time.

[Thank you for your care and care for Peng Yun during his lifetime.

[My contact information is ......]

Meng Sinan only felt that the white light of the mobile phone stabbed his eyes.

He couldn't read the contact information that Yu Xiaoqin wrote at the end.

He didn't need to see that.

He knew too well where Peng Yun's house was, and he had lived there many times.

They are good brothers who grew up together, and when his mother died, it was Peng Yun and Peng Yun's family who helped with his mother's death.

That seems to have happened not so long ago.

They were older boys who had just entered college.

The black-and-white photos on the mother's mourning hall and the smell of burning paper money in the house are still fresh in my memory.

And I was not too sad at the time.

Death was a relief for the mother from a long torment.

Ke Pengyun ...... Peng Yun is still so young......

Meng Sinan covered his aching chest.

He looked at the phone screen again, and felt that the rows of words had twisted into a misshapen monster.

Wrong.

Peng Yun's death must not be a normal death.