Chapter 697

Mei Tui lay on the hospital bed, staring at the ceiling. A doctor in a white coat came round the ward, followed by several light intern assistants.

The doctor called softly, "Professor, Professor..."

The young man in the back craned his neck and looked curiously. They know that this is the famous Professor Mei. Today, when academic research is more and more subdivided and top scholars in the same discipline can't understand each other's papers, Professor Mei is known as the last all-round genius.

Generally, such big people live in the intensive care unit and are in the charge of specialized expert doctors and nurses. During ward rounds, doctors will not bring interns. They were carefully selected by the hospital. All of them were talented and were trained as key talents by the hospital. This time, they were specially invited to see them.

This is a real big man!

Who doesn't play the dream guide these days, and who doesn't have a space box?

Now, the inventor of the space box, the founder of dreamnet and the actual leader of the third space, lie in front of them. They could clearly see his heartbeat and breathing from the instrument.

Mei didn't respond. She didn't even blink her eyelids. She just looked at the ceiling. His cheeks were thin, only a layer of wrinkled skin wrapped around his cheekbones, his eye sockets were deep, but his white eyes were a little bulging, as if he were staring at the world.

The doctor looked at the vital signs monitor next to him. It showed that the patient's breathing and heartbeat were very weak, but they were still stable. He took the tablet from the nurse, checked the data recorded on it, and then began to explain the medical records to the students behind him.

The young interns pretended to listen carefully, but their attention could not be removed from the old man on the bed at once, peeking at them from time to time.

The doctor spoke quickly. After speaking, he bowed his head and whispered, "Professor, Professor Mei..."

Mei finally moved. She turned her head and looked at the door of the spacious single intensive care unit. She quickly turned back and returned to the state of staring at the ceiling.

The sudden move proved that he was not a dead man, but startled the young interns. Everyone thinks they have an illusion, but they don't know whether to ask.

They all looked at the door, which was tightly closed and could not even breathe a trace of wind.

The doctor made a final effort and asked, "Professor, do you have anything to say? If you need anything, you can tell me."

The young people looked at each other. They had never heard doctors and patients say such words, which usually indicates critical illness, but the old man's state was obviously stable, the pulmonary infection was improving, he had stopped coughing these days, and he had no other problems.

Mei tried to stretch out her dry hand like firewood, with a hanging needle on the back of her hand. Yellow liquid flowed in the infusion pipe, like the sand of time, from the infusion bag to the blood vessels of the old man.

"Don't intubate."

He struggled to take off the breathing mask on his face, and his lips moved back and forth, asking for his last dignity.

"I know, Professor Xiaomei has told me." the doctor first promised and comforted, "you are out of danger and will get better soon. The country needs you, science needs you, and mankind needs you!"

People saw the professor's wrinkled face move, as if laughing, but it didn't.

After the doctor left, the young nurse was left in the ward.

The nurse skillfully changed the drops for the professor and put on the breathing mask again. When wearing the mask, she saw the professor's eyes give her a vivid look, which seemed to contain some deep meaning.

The nurse's hand holding the mask stopped in the air and asked, "Professor, what do you want to say?"

"Help me..." the professor was very angry. "Take a message for me."

"What message?"

"No matter what happens to me, I should stick to it. Destruction is salvation, and death is rebirth..."

The nurse understood it, but she tried to write it down, and then asked, "who? Who do you want me to take a message to?"

At this time, the door opened silently.

The quality of the door of the intensive care unit is excellent. When it is opened and closed, there is basically no sound. The nurse did not hear it. She is still waiting for the answer to complete the mission entrusted to her by the hospital leader - to take good care of the elderly in front of him and meet all his wishes as much as possible.

Mei looked at the door, sighed and said, "no, she's coming."

The nurse looked back and saw a beautiful woman standing at the door, smiling politely at them.

"Ah, Professor Xiaomei is coming!" the nurse called Mei Ziqing.

"Hard work, nurse Xiao Zhou." Mei Ziqing bowed slightly and always maintained a pleasant and friendly look, "how's the professor?"

"Very good," said the nurse. "Director Zhong has just left. The professor is better than yesterday. Just now he asked me to take a message for you. As a result, you came."

"Really? What message?" asked Mei Ziqing.

Just as the nurse was about to say, Mei Lei coughed violently and could hear an old sputum billowing in his lungs.

The nurse quickly put the breathing mask in her hand on Mei's mouth and nose and said remorsefully, "Oh, I almost forgot when I patronized to talk..."

Mei tried to take a few hard breaths, and her undulating chest gradually calmed down.

Feeling guilty, the nurse tucked the professor in and whispered, "Professor, do you have anything else I can do? If not, I'll go out and talk to Professor Xiaomei."

The phlegm in the professor's throat didn't go down completely. He snored and said vaguely through his breathing mask: "fish... Fish..."

"Fish?" the nurse looked at him suspiciously. Suddenly, she saw a meaningful light in the professor's eyes, but it flashed and soon recovered to that kind of straight look.

"Do you want to eat fish?" she looked back at Mei Ziqing and looked for help.

Mei Ziqing said with a smile, "the professor likes fish best. Nurse Xiao Zhou, go and be busy. I'll give it to me here. I'll call you if necessary."

Relieved, the nurse tidied up the professor's bed, picked up the tools and the condition record plate and left.

Mei Ziqing went straight to the professor's bed, bent down and looked at the professor's face with pity, which also blocked the professor's view to the ceiling.

"Professor, if you want to eat fish, you can tell me that people are nurses. Buying vegetables and cooking are the business of their families, but they don't belong to their families. Do you really want to eat fish?"

Mei nodded with difficulty.

"Well, I'll ask the doctor later. If the doctor agrees, I'll buy fish for you," Mei Ziqing said.

Mei zhileng's eyes finally had life and moved like brilliance. He stretched out one hand to take off the mask, while the other hand connected to the infusion tube was held high and extended to Mei Ziqing's face.

Mei Ziqing didn't dodge. She let the dry, rough, cold hand like the carbonized shuttle wood lying in the desert at night touch her cheek and gently rub it.

"I don't want to intubate. Let me walk quietly," said the professor.

Mei Ziqing sat on the edge of the bed, held the professor's wrist with both hands, carefully held the infusion tube with some red blood flowing back, put the professor's thin fingers to his lips and said softly:

"I know I won't let you suffer."

Mei tried to smile. It was a real smile this time.

"Don't you comfort me? Just like the doctor just now."

"You are an extraordinary person. I won't treat you like ordinary people, let alone deceive you."

"But you lied to me for more than ten years."