Chapter 697 (1/2)

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.