Conan: The Mechanic

In the ward, Mrs. Keiko was lying on the bed, already asleep. In her nostrils, there is an oxygen tube - which was added in the last few hours, because her condition has begun to rapidly spread from vision to other aspects, the most fatal of which is difficulty in breathing.

"Wake up!" An unpolite male voice interrupted her sleep - Gregory stood at the head of the bed, holding a watch in his hand, looking at her seriously.

"Are you my attending physician?" Mrs. Keiko struggled to adjust her head to face Gregory. "Is there a problem?"

"I want you to sign a notice of consent to chemotherapy," Gregory didn't say anything polite, but handed her a document directly. "After signing, we will start treating you."

"You... found out that I have cancer in my body?" Mrs. Keiko took the form and frowned. "Give me a pen..."

"Here," Gregory handed her the ballpoint pen he had prepared. "Well... We actually have no evidence to diagnose you with cancer. The relevant tests are still in progress, and the results have not yet been confirmed."

"What do you mean, you are not sure that I have cancer, but you are planning to have me undergo cancer treatment that is very threatening to the body?" Mrs. Keiko showed an unbelievable expression. "Don't you think that makes sense?"

"..." Gregory was silent for a moment. "Indeed, but honestly, at the moment—"

Gregory's words suddenly stopped, because after Mrs. Keiko expressed her doubts about the safety of radiotherapy, she still signed her name on the treatment consent form without hesitation.

"You..." Gregory's expression became slightly solemn. "Why did you sign?"

"Is there any problem?" After signing the name, Mrs. Keiko's arm seemed to suddenly lose strength, and she just let gravity throw them on the bed.

"You know that chemotherapy may be dangerous, but you still choose to agree?" Gregory pressed. "Ordinary people don't do this, but you..."

"Why don't you sign it?" Mrs. Keiko suddenly squeezed out a miserable smile. "Anyway... if it's cancer, as long as I don't die, the worst outcome is just removing my eyes, right?"

"Ordinary people often take this as a very heavy price," Gregory narrowed his eyes slightly and sat on the chair beside Mrs. Keiko's bed with great interest. "You don't seem to care at all... You should have received a cornea transplant more than 20 years ago, right? This shows that your eyes were not good before. So please give me a reason - give me one that you are enjoying The reason why the light after the darkness is so long, yet still not cherished.”

"Well, before I received the transplant, my eyes were almost blind," Mrs. Keiko snorted softly. "Intuitively speaking, with myopia of 1900 degrees in the left eye and 2200 degrees in the right eye, I can hardly see anything.

"But after receiving the transplant, I didn't feel any better - I am a math teacher now, but do you know what major I studied before I received a corneal transplant after graduating with a master's degree??"

"I don't know, so I'm waiting for you to say - but considering that you're a math teacher now, I predict that you were a math student who was highly myopic and almost blind before you started treatment."

"You're wrong," Mrs. Keiko made a mocking whisper. "Honestly, I majored in architecture before I regained my sight, and it was among the best at the University of Tokyo."

"Architect of the University of Tokyo?" Gregory's surprise was obvious. "You mean, after seeing it, you gave up such a promising career as an architect?"

"Well," Mrs. Keiko nodded. "During the years when I could not see, my eyes were blind, but my heart was bright. The doctors told me that if I could regain my sight, then my life would be very happy - I would be able to travel, Being able to date, be able to get married. Maybe it should be like this, after all, even the children under your command think I must have a very happy life, right? Look at them, they even call me Mrs. Keiko... But mine The surname was actually given to me by my parents..."

"According to what you said, don't you feel happier in your life after restoring your eyesight?" Gregory changed his sitting position, and this action made his cane bump against the ground, attracting Mrs. Keiko's attention.

"Because when I was able to see clearly, I found that the world was depressing, and it wasn't even half as good as the paradise depicted by my mind when it was dark." Mrs. Keiko glanced at him. "You've got a leg problem, right, and if you're healthy, you'll see that it's not that big of a deal."

"No, I have recovered briefly, so I cherish my health very much." Gregory stared into Mrs. Keiko's eyes. "With all due respect, it's not that you really can't feel the new happiness brought by vision~www.NovelMTL.com~, but simply sitting in the room of Zhilan for a long time and can no longer smell its fragrance."

"Really?" Mrs. Keiko didn't take Gregory's words to heart. "In that case, all I can say is that everyone is different."

……

Anatomy room.

"You," Gregory pushed open the door and walked in. "Anything new to discover?"

As far as he could see, Qianyu was carefully cutting something on the pancreas of the deceased.

"There is no new discovery yet, but now there is a new idea," Chiyu replied, glancing at Gregory, who was staring at the hand that struck the knife. "DNA technology ... if we can sequence the genes of this part of the cancer cells and figure out a way to get the relative genes of the transplant recipient, will it be possible to characterize the cancer?"

"What do you mean, the donor has cancer, and the cancer cells that have been lurking in all organs were transferred to all the recipients at the time of transplantation?" Gregory frowned. "Are you serious?"

"Uh..." Qian Yu was at a loss for words for a while, and then muttered softly after a long time. "Well, after all, we don't seem to have a particularly good direction right now, and I may have some lack of understanding in this area... Is it actually impossible?"

"..." After thinking for a while, Gregory changed his attitude. "No, maybe it's not completely impossible. You continue to do it, and Fujiwara will go through the information of the transplanter to see if there are conditions to get the transplanter's genes for examination."

"Uh..." Fujiwara hesitated for a moment. "If you want to transplant the gene of the transplanter, you don't need to look for the transplanter himself, right?"

"Yes," Gregory realized his mistake. "You kid...reaction speed is fast enough."