Dreamland Guide - Chapter 700

  Mei Yiqiu was lying on the hospital bed, staring at the flower board in a daze. A doctor in a white lab coat came over for rounds, followed by a few light trainee assistants.

  The doctor whispered: “Professor, professor…”

  The young man at the back craned his neck and watched curiously. They knew that this was the famous Professor Mei, whose academic research was getting more and more subdivided. Today, when top scholars in the same discipline can’t understand each other’s papers, Professor Mei is hailed as the last almighty talent.

  In general, such big people live in intensive care wards, where specialized expert doctors and nurses are in charge. During the rounds, the doctors will not bring interns. A few of them were carefully selected by the hospital, and all of them were talented. They were trained as key talents by the hospital. This time they were specially invited to see.

  This is a real big shot!

  Who else doesn’t play Dreamland Guide this year, and who doesn’t have a space box in hand?

  Now, the inventor and founder of the space box, the actual head of the third space, lies in front of them. They can clearly see his heartbeat and breathing from the instrument.

   Mei Yiqiu didn’t respond, she didn’t even blink her eyelids, just staring at the flower board in a daze. His cheeks were thin, only a layer of wrinkled skin covering his cheekbones, his eye sockets were sunken, but the whites of his eyes were a little bulging, as if he was staring at the world forcefully.

  The doctor looked at the vital signs monitor next to him, and it showed that the patient’s breathing and heartbeat were very weak, but still stable. He took the tablet from the nurse again, 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 couldn’t take their attention away from the old man on the bed, and glanced at them from time to time.

  Doctor spoke very quickly. After finishing speaking, he lowered his head and whispered, “Professor, Professor Mei…”

Mei Yiqiu finally moved, turned to look at the door of the spacious single intensive care unit, and quickly turned back, returning to the state of staring at the flower board in a daze.

  This sudden action proved that he was not dead, but it shocked the young interns. Everyone thought they had hallucinations, but they didn’t know whether they should talk to each other or not.

  They all looked towards the door, the door was closed tightly, not even a trace of wind could come in.

  The doctor made the last effort and asked: “Professor, do you have any thoughts? If you need anything, you can tell me.”

The young people looked at each other. They had never heard such words from doctors and patients. This usually indicates a critical illness, but the father’s condition is clearly stable, his lung infection is improving, and he has not coughed anymore, and he has not been checked. There are other problems.

  Meijiu stretched out her dry hand, with a needle on the back of her hand, and a yellow liquid flowing in the infusion tube, like the sand of time, flowing from the infusion bag to the blood vessel of Lao Rao.

  ”Don’t intubate.”

  He labored to remove the breathing mask from his face, his lips moved, begging to retain his last dignity.

   “I know, Professor Mei has already explained it.” The doctor agreed first, and then comforted, “You are out of danger, and you will get better soon. The country needs you, science needs you, and mankind needs you!”

  People see the professor’s wrinkled face move, they seem to be smiling, and they don’t seem to be cherry blossoms.

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

  The nurse skillfully helped the professor change Liaoye and put on the breathing mask again. When she was wearing the mask, she saw the professor’s eyes glanced at her vividly, and there seemed to be some profound meaning in the eyes.

  The nurse stopped in the air holding the hand of the mask, and asked: “Professor, what do you think?”

  ”Help me…” The professor was angry, “Help me bring a message.”

  ”What message?”

   “No matter what happens to me, I have to persevere, destruction is salvation, death is rebirth…”

  The nurse seemed to understand, but still tried to write down this sentence, and then asked: “Who? Who do you want me to take the message to?”

  At this time, the door opened silently.

The door of the intensive care unit is of excellent quality. There is basically no sound when it is opened and closed. The nurse did not hear it. She is still waiting for the answer to complete the mission assigned to her by the hospital leadership-to take care of the elderly in front of her and to satisfy her as much as possible. All his wishes.

  Meiyi asked to cast her gaze to the door, and sighed, “No, she’s here.”

  The nurse turned her head and saw a beautiful woman standing at the door, smiling at them politely.

   “Ah, Professor Mei is here!” The nurse called Mei Ziqing.

   “Thanks for your hard work, Nurse Zhou.” Mei Ziqing bowed slightly, always keeping a pleasant and friendly look, “How is the professor?”

   “Very good.” Nurse, “Director Zhong just left, the professor’s condition is better than yesterday, and I just asked me to give you a message, and you came.”

   “Really? What message?” Mei Ziqing asked.

  As soon as the nurse thought about it, Mei Yiqiu coughed violently, and could hear a mouthful of old phlegm tumbling in his lungs.

  The nurse quickly put the breathing mask in her hand on Mei Yiqiu’s nose and mouth, reproaching herself: “Oh, I almost forgot…”

  Mei took a few strong breaths, and her undulating chest gradually calmed down.

  The nurse felt guilty, helped the professor tuck the quilt, and whispered: “Professor, is there anything else you want me to do? If not, I will go out. You talk to Professor Mei.”

  Professor’s sputum in his throat hasn’t completely gone, and he snorted, and said vaguely through the breathing mask: “Fish…fish…”

   “Fish?” The nurse looked at him suspiciously, and suddenly saw a meaningful light in the professor’s eyes, but it only flashed, and quickly returned to that kind of straightforward look.

  ”Do you want to eat fish?” She looked back at Mei Ziqing, with a look in her eyes asking for help.

  Mei Ziqing smiled and said, “The professor likes fish the most, Nurse Zhou, go ahead and leave it to me. I will call you if necessary.”

  The nurse felt relieved, made the professor’s bed, picked up the tools and the medical record tablet and left.

  Mei Ziqing went straight to the professor’s bed, bent down, looked at the professor’s face with pity, and blocked the professor’s sight to Huaban.

  ”Professor, if you want to eat fish, you can follow me. I am a nurse. Buying groceries and cooking is a matter for family members~www.mtlnovel.com~ but they are not in the care of others. Do you really want to eat fish?”

  Mei nodded strenuously.

   “Well, I will go back and ask the doctor, if the doctor agrees, I will buy fish for you to eat.” Mei Ziqing.

  Mei’s eyes finally moved with the brilliance of life. He stretched out one hand to take off the mask, but the other hand connected to the infusion tube was raised high, reaching Mei Ziqing’s face.

  Mei Ziqing did not dodge, letting the dry, rough, cold, carbonized halowood sticks lying in the desert at night touch her cheek, gently rubbing it.

   “I don’t want to intubate, let me go quietly.” Professor.

  Mei Ziqing sat on the edge of the bed, held the professor’s wrist with both hands, and heartily supported the infusion tube that had returned some red blood, put the professor’s thin fingers to her lips, and whispered:

   “I know, I won’t make you suffer.”

  Mei smiled beggingly, this time it was a real smile.

   “You won’t comfort me? Just like the doctor just now.”

  ”You are extraordinary, I will not treat you like ordinary people, let alone deceive you.”

   “But you lied to me for more than ten years.”

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