"Notify the hospital and come and pick the person up." After talking to Yang Fan on the phone, Director Wu from the hospice care center glanced at the white cloth on the bed and ordered the staff around him.

Director Wu knew that Wang Shenhai wanted to donate his corneas.

Among all Wang Shenhai's last wishes, the most important and urgent one was that when he passed away, he would be sent to the hospital as soon as possible to have his corneas removed.

After notifying the hospital and waiting for someone to arrive, Director Wu walked to the window sill in Wang Shenhai's ward.

Wang Shenhai did not pass away in bed, but while sitting on the window sill with his back against the wall, listening and touching the world at close range.

On the windowsill, there is a mobile phone with headphones plugged in.

There is a pack of cigarettes not far from the mobile phone. The quality is a bit special, but Director Wu cannot tell the details.

Next to the cigarette case, there was a very ordinary lighter, which seemed a bit out of place with the cigarette case.

There was no ashtray on the windowsill and no cigarette ashes. It seemed that Wang Shenhai had not smoked before.

But even if he smokes, the staff will not stop him if they find him smoking.

Because the people who come here are all waiting to die.

Whether they are waiting with joy or waiting with fear, the staff hope that patients can do what they want to do before leaving.

Director Wu suddenly had a reverence for life. Before that, Wang Shenhai smoked every day.

But today, Director Wu didn't see him smoke one.

Maybe, when he woke up in the morning, he saw the God of Death, but he wanted to continue living for as long as he could live one more day.

But in the end, he stopped smoking and was taken away by death.

Picking up the phone, Director Wu discovered that Wang Shenhai's phone did not have a lock screen password and anyone could turn on the screensaver.

I remember that some time ago, he saw that Wang Shenhai's mobile phone screen saver required a password to open.

When he was about to unplug the headphones, Director Wu heard a sound coming from the headphones, which seemed to be music.

No one came to the hospital so quickly, so Director Wu couldn't help but put an earphone into his ear.

"Climbing the peak to look at my hometown, the yellow sand is thousands of miles long. Wherever I hear the sound of camel bells, the sound touches my heart. I hope to embark on the road of longing and fly across the thousands of miles of mountains. The returning geese are covered with residual clouds in the sky. Where is the hometown? The wind and sand cannot be shaken away.

The blood stains imprinted on history, the blood and tears of pale begonias that cannot be removed by the wind and sand..."

It is a little girl's singing voice. It has a special feeling. It sounds very good and makes people feel desolate inside. If there is an afterlife, it will never come again.

Although it was the first time for Director Wu to hear this song, he felt heartbroken.

So he didn't know that the name of this song was "Dream Camel Bell".

He even didn't know the meaning of "Begonia Blood and Tears".

There is a place in the ancient East, it is vast and vast, like a huge red begonia leaf in autumn.

One day, this big red crabapple leaf was bitten into pieces by a big bear from the north.

The broken crabapple leaf finally transformed into a rooster.

Since then, the country has no great strategic depth and has to station heavy troops in the north to defend against foreign enemies.

This is the bloodstain of history and the blood and tears of Begonia.

The song of Yan has not stopped, Hongfei is blocked, and the herds of horses are neighing and the grass is green.

"Dream Camel Bell" has been playing in a single loop. Director Wu heard it from dawn to dusk, and he didn't turn off the player and pull out his headphones until the car picking up people from the hospital drove over.

After people from the hospital moved Wang Shenhai's body into the car, people from the hospice also sorted out Wang Shenhai's belongings and sent them to the hospital with their owners.

The car that picked up Wang Shenhai was not the hearse from the funeral home, but the ambulance from the hospital.

But when the ambulance left, Director Wu and several other medical staff who were delivering the patient bowed deeply from behind.

They all knew that Wang Shenhai could not be laid to rest right away, or that he could be burned to death. He had to remove his cornea and leave it to those in need.

After the organ donation is completed, his body will be medically treated in line with ethical principles by the hospital, the body will be restored to its original appearance, and handed over to his family to deal with the aftermath.

Although Director Wu and others are medical staff, they are just like normal people. Very few of them are willing to sign organ donation forms before their death.

The hospice hospital doesn't say that it sends away a patient every day, but every now and then, Director Wu has sent away a patient who knows how many patients have gone numb.

I don't know why today, but after seeing off Wang Shenhai, he felt a little depressed.

Death, for people like Wang Shenhai, is a kind of relief. It should be the same joy and mourning as the funeral of an old man who has died.

But Director Wu didn't mean to be happy for Wang Shenhai, he just felt very sorry.

Director Wu had a chat with Wang Shenhai. Wang Shenhai had many regrets during his lifetime, one of which impressed Director Wu deeply.

He said that he suddenly felt that it was a mistake to get admitted to Nanjing University. If he had known better, he would not have gone to university.

NTU's comprehensive strength is ranked among the best in the country. He passed the exam but failed without making any contribution to society, wasting a precious admission quota.

The next day, Yang Fan ended his business trip one day early and rushed back to the mountain city from other places.

In the loneliness of the deep sea, I still couldn't wait for him to come back and see him for the last time.

Yang Fan had been mentally prepared for a long time and seemed to be in a calm mood all the way. When he stood in the cold house and saw the bed covered with white cloth, tears suddenly burst into his eyes and he couldn't stop it.

What a good age and what a good person. How could he be gone just like that?

A few days ago, we were sitting together smoking and chatting, talking and laughing, looking down on life and death.

He is the only one left today.

It turns out that people at this age can never be mentally prepared for death.

He once asked him, if I die, will you shed even one drop of tears?

He answered him, no, I have many people who love me, and there are many people I love, but you are insignificant.

He smiled, seeming a little disappointed.

He didn't lie to him. At that time, he really felt that he wouldn't cry and couldn't afford to embarrass this person, but he would be sad.

Now, when he lifted the white cloth, he saw that he was as skinny as a stick. Even though he was restored to his original appearance by medicine after the operation, he could still see tears streaming down his face after he had been tortured by the pain and became deformed.

a long time.

"Don't worry, after Xiaoyan's eyes are cured, I will find time as soon as possible to take her to your hometown."

"I won't tell your parents about you. I'm just pretending to meet you by chance. Let Xiaoyan take a look at your parents, and let your parents take a look at Xiaoyan's eyes."

"Xiaoyan has a talent for painting. I will create an opportunity for her to draw a portrait of you and give it to your parents."

"The portrait is framed, and your body donation memorial certificate is hidden inside. You can continue to accompany your parents in this way."

"I will scatter your ashes into the river according to your last wish and will not send them back to your hometown."
Chapter completed!