Before Jing Chen's eyes, another picture gradually emerged.

It looks like it's still a hospital, just in a different location.

In the ward, the thin young man on the bed was lifeless and covered with a white cloth.

A series of life monitoring equipment nearby had stopped functioning long ago, and seemed to have lost their lives along with the boy.

In the previous picture, the woman I had seen, the mother of the sick boy, was sitting by the bed, tightly holding the boy covered with white cloth, burying her head in the quilt, trembling all over, and tears kept pouring out of her eyes.

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Then he opened the white cloth covering the young man's head again, and kept pressing his tear-filled face against the young man's forehead.

Next to him, at the end of the hospital bed, stood a silent middle-aged man. He looked at his painful wife and his lifeless son.

He opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but it seemed like he had lost his voice at the moment.

Then he reached out to cover his face, rubbed his face hard and grabbed his hair,

As if his strength was being drained away bit by bit, the middle-aged man curled up on the ground beside the wall of the ward.

He opened his mouth and wanted to shout, but still no sound came out, but his whole body was shaking, and tears couldn't stop falling down.

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

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

In the end, he just stepped forward and untied the cables of some equipment that had no use anymore, although he didn't need to do these tasks.

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

In the woman's red eyes, in addition to pain, there was confusion.

"Feel sorry……"

The doctor-looking man stopped what he was doing and spoke to the boy's mother and the middle-aged man.

Jing Chen looked at this scene and frowned.

The young man died of illness and there is no way to cure him?

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

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

"...No, we don't blame you...Dr. Qian."

The woman was a little confused and painful, her eyes were dull, but she still shook her head.

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

"It's just that the child is too sick...his own life is not good..."

As the woman spoke, her eyes became red again,

"……Feel sorry."

The doctor took a deep breath, said something more, turned around and walked out of the ward.

"...Doctor Qian...if...if we had sent Xiao Hao here earlier, would it...just..."

The woman was talking but couldn't continue.

She probably wanted to put the blame on herself.

People always want to make themselves more miserable when they are in pain.

"...Xiao Hao's condition is progressing very quickly. Moreover...the experimental treatment itself is risky."

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

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

But maybe I felt that my comfort was a bit weak, so I paused again, opened the door of the ward and walked out.

The woman and the middle-aged man in the ward looked at their son who had closed his eyes on the hospital bed and would never wake up again and couldn't stop crying.

Um……?

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

Although he wanted to look for hope that could keep this boy alive, the picture he saw was a future in which the boy had already died.

But at the end of the scene, 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 will change doctors and hospitals after a period of time in the future.

The doctor's last words hinted at a possibility.

That is, if the middle-aged man and woman brought their children, the sick teenager could find him earlier, and perhaps there would be a greater chance of treatment.

The time when I felt the scene just now... Well, it was just over a month later.

So fast?

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

"What disease does your son have?"

"Lymphoma...has entered the advanced stage."

The middle-aged man opened his mouth and then fell silent.

Jing Chen listened and paused.

If this is the case, then even if there is a little hope, it is not very big.

Jing Chen frowned some more, and the middle-aged man became even more nervous. He didn't know where to put his hands at a loss. He opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but he didn't dare to ask.

Jing Chen turned his gaze and looked at the middle-aged man again. He concentrated on it and followed his previous thoughts. He looked at a few more pictures of the future, learned more information and confirmed the name of the doctor.

"Take your child as soon as possible and transfer to the Institute of Life Sciences under the Capital Medical Research Institute. Find Professor Qian Yixue and find a way to join his ongoing experimental therapy."

"Remember, you must join the experimental group."

"You can rely on your old boss's connections to find money to study as a professor."

"It must be faster. Maybe there is still some hope."

"When you find money to study as a professor, you don't need to mention me to him."

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

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

As for telling this middle-aged man not to mention him.

I also hope that there will be no complications - without his interference, the middle-aged man will eventually be able to take his child to find Professor Qian Yixue.

Just a little late.

Now, Jing Chen just bought some time for the middle-aged man and the sick boy - so that the sick boy could get effective treatment earlier.

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

He paused for a moment, then nodded vigorously,

"Remember?"

"Remember...Professor Qian Yixue, Professor Qian Yixue from the Institute of Life Sciences, Capital Medical Research Institute..."

The middle-aged man repeated with a trembling voice.

"Well, okay... you can go. Remember to be quick."

"Okay...thank you sir...thank you sir..."

The middle-aged man had no time to think about the authenticity and correctness of what Jing Chen said.

Like a drowning man grabbing the last straw.

He would rather believe that what Jing Chen said was true. He just hoped that the life-saving straw would be pulled slower from the river into the river.

As if suffering from a nightmare,

The middle-aged man stood up and kept repeating Professor Qian Yixue's name.

This is a little hope for his child to survive. Even if it is a little, extremely weak hope, he is afraid that he will forget it.

"Professor Qian Yixue...Professor Qian Yixue, Professor Qian Yixue from the Institute of Life Sciences..."

The middle-aged man chanted repeatedly, stood up, turned around, and left in the distance.

Jing Chen didn't stop him, he just continued to sit on the pony and watched the middle-aged man leave.

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

He turned around tremblingly, murmured a few more words "Professor Qian Yixue", then looked at Jing Chen,

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

While talking, the middle-aged man saw the two long strips spread on both sides of Jingchen’s stall.

"If the iron mouth is cut straight, a hexagram can be worth a thousand gold."
To be continued...