An old soldier who has gone through decades of war history and endured countless bullets and bullets to survive until now has finally reached the end of his life.

There was silence in the ward. The doctors in military uniforms looked at each other, wondering whether they should continue to try to save her.

Although they know that no matter how much they are rescued, it is meaningless and is just a waste of resources.

A big boss came over and asked, "Huimin, do you want to try rescuing me again?"

"No need." Liu Huimin wiped the tears on his face, without turning his head, and said with indescribable sadness: "My dad has always said that if one day he reaches the point where there is no point in rescuing him, don't resuscitate him anymore.

.Leave precious medical resources to those who can save them. Because on the battlefield back then, countless soldiers would die from even a minor injury due to lack of medical resources."

Several big bosses sighed at the same time. Today is different from the past. The scene back then will never happen again.

But they all understand the old man's thoughts.

People who came from that era had completely different views on food, medicine, and even food, clothing, housing, and transportation than modern young people.

They feel that everything should be cherished, not willing to throw away, not willing to exchange, and make do with what they can.

So at the last moment when Liu Zhongyi passed away, his son Liu Huimin chose to follow the old man's style and no longer waste medical resources on useless things. Even in the eyes of many people, no matter how much wasted, it was a waste to this old man.

It should.

"Grandpa!" Liu Yuanlong let out a heartbreaking cry. He took the old man's big hand and knelt beside the hospital bed.

This was the first time in Liu Yuanlong's life that he had experienced separation, and it was also the first time that he realized that he would never be able to talk to his grandfather again.

Liu Huimin burst into tears. He did not yell like his son, but hid all his sorrow and sorrow in his heart and expressed it with tears.

Others in the ward took off their hats and observed a moment of silence to bid farewell to this respectable old man.

That enlistment notice was the last gift to the old man.

He has nothing to regret...

At the same time, Ye Jinhuan also received good news from Deans.

The young professor ran over happily and said: "The data test has been completed. We have passed the theoretical structure. We are currently using computers to simulate the construction and use parameters of the equipment. If everything goes well, it may take less than a few days to complete the construction of the model.

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"Please hurry up!" Ye Jinhuan said.

"I'll do it as soon as possible!" Deans nodded heavily.

After he left, Ye Jinhuan took out his cell phone and dialed Liu Huimin.

He wanted to tell Liu Huimin the news and ask about the old man's situation.

The phone call was answered quickly, but the first thing that reached my ears was Liu Yuanlong's painful cry.

Ye Jinhuan's heart skipped a beat, and he quickly asked: "Third brother, how is the old man doing?"

Facing Ye Jinhuan's inquiry, Liu Huimin could no longer bear the grief in his heart, and uttered an extremely depressed voice: "My dad...he is gone..."

Ye Jinhuan suddenly felt as if his head was going to explode. He was a little confused. The old man was gone?

He grabbed the phone tightly, trying to tell Liu Huimin not to joke, but he couldn't say the words.

Because he knew that this couldn't be a joke, and no one would joke with the old man's life.

"Come back, I want you to accompany me and give dad a ride." Liu Huimin said.

Ye Jinhuan hummed and hung up the phone.

He didn't mention the pressure-reducing equipment again because it was meaningless.

When he learned that Ye Jinhuan was going back to China, Deans asked: "Mr. Ye, what about the pressure-reducing equipment? After it is made, will it be delivered to you in China?"

Ye Jinhuan was about to say no, but after hesitating, he nodded and said, "Send it over. You can use this equipment, but the patent rights cannot be given to you."

Deans was not disappointed, but said happily: "Really? That's great!" www.bǐqυgetν.℃ǒm

This young professor has never thought about making money with this device that is at least twenty years ahead of modern technology. All he thinks about is that he will become famous if he creates such a thing!

What Ye Jinhuan wants to do is to bring things back to China, so that those who may also need this equipment will not experience the same pain as him.

On the way back home, Ye Jinhuan called the second master and informed him of the incident.

When he learned that Liu Zhongyi had passed away due to a stroke, the second master dropped his mobile phone on the ground.

He came to his senses, picked up the phone and cursed: "What nonsense are you talking about! He was fine when I left, how could he suddenly disappear?"

There was silence on the phone, Ye Jinhuan had no explanation, and this was also the best answer.

The second master also fell silent, his eyes gradually became moist, and then he shed tears.

Old comrades-in-arms passed away one after another, and one of those partners who had worked together through life and death and made great achievements was missing.

The second master wiped his tears and said, "You should have told me earlier. No matter what, I should have seen him one last time."

Ye Jinhuan smiled bitterly. The old man had already lost consciousness when the accident happened. Even if the second master went there, he might not be able to speak.

The second master also understood this truth, so he immediately packed up his things and went to the provincial capital without saying anything else.

When Ye Jinhuan returned to China, the funeral shed had been set up, and the old man's body was placed in a constant-temperature crystal coffin, waiting for the funeral in three days.

"My dad said that there will be no memorial service, and I accept your kindness. He lived a vigorous life, so he should be quieter when he leaves. I think he is tired and should have a good rest." Liu Huimin's voice came in.

in the ears.

Ye Jinhuan walked over and saw Liu Huimin and several big men in military uniforms discussing the funeral.

These important figures hope to hold a memorial service for Liu Zhongyi, which is in line with the old man's status.

But Liu Huimin disagreed and insisted on letting his father pass away peacefully.

Liu Yuanlong, wearing sackcloth and mourning, was sitting on his knees in front of the coffin, his eyes dull.

His face was full of tears and he looked very depressed.

High-end cars came one after another, and people who had had friendship with the old man rushed over as quickly as possible after getting the news.

Including Liu Yuanlong's little brothers, they all came.

"Brother Ye." One of the people who came late saw Ye Jinhuan and hurriedly came over to say hello.

Ye Jinhuan nodded slightly and walked towards Liu Huimin.

The second master was also standing beside him. He said nothing. When he saw Ye Jinhuan, he just sighed.
Chapter completed!