Doomsday village doctor

Time: 63 years after the end of the world

Age: Feng Han is 89 years old and Bai Zhu is 83 years old.

Background: Urban Elderly Care

Aging comes quietly with the passage of time, day after day, year after year, unknowingly, the years take away youth, and the passing of life is sometimes so simple that it is unimaginable.

"Ma'am, your grandfather really doesn't recommend leaving the hospital. The latest high-tech in the hospital can sustain life for a period of time. At this time, the condition of the discharged patient is unstable, and it would be too dangerous for something to happen."

"Of course I know, but my second grandpa just wants to go back and have a look. He hasn't been back for more than ten years." A woman in her 40s was crying uncontrollably.

In the ward, lying on the bed was an old man with various tubes inserted. His skin was wrinkled like tree bark. He was not only tortured by illness, but also aging because of his age.

A pair of cloudy eyes tried hard to open, and several attempts to focus failed.

In front of the hospital bed, the number plate next to the bed reads: "Baizhu."

"Feng Han..." Feng Zi spat out half a word, and Han Zi pulled the boss.A dry body with a dry voice.

Bai Shu tried hard to take another look at Feng Han, but he couldn't.

"I'm here." Feng Han was quite tough, holding Bai Shu's palm with his skinny hand, his sunken eyes were red, but his dry eyeballs couldn't squeeze out tears.

"I really want to see my grandpa. Didn't he reincarnate 60 years ago?"

"It's a dream." Feng Han squeezed Bai Zhu's hand, and the same cold temperature met together, so warm.

"I also saw Xixi. He said he missed me and asked me to be a companion. Xixi has been gone for ten years, and I haven't heard anyone call me dad for ten years."

The dry lacrimal glands finally took pity on the two old people, and the tears flowed out, hot like magma.

"You go to accompany her, who will accompany me." Feng Han lowered his voice, "Bai Shu, please, don't leave me alone."

"I can't keep it anymore..." Bai Shu's eyelids became heavier and heavier, even though he tried his best to talk more, "God called me, I can't hide."

"I'm six years older than you, why do you walk in front of me." Feng Han's voice choked up, "Wait a little longer, wait a little longer, wait for me."

Bai Shu's hearing became more and more blurred, and he couldn't hear clearly intermittently. He knew that he was limited, and apart from his reluctance to Feng Han, he was surprisingly calm.

"Feng Han, you promise me, don't commit suicide, the person who committed suicide will not be reincarnated, I will not see you in the next life, I will wait for you, let's reincarnate together, and we will be together in the next life."

The voice became lower and lower, Feng Han knew exactly what this meant.

"Don't sleep! Bai Zhu, don't sleep! You are talking to me a few words, say a few more words!"

Bai Shu: "This life is over, I have no regrets. I... love..."

"Baishu! Baishu! Talk, don't sleep! Talk to me! I beg you to talk to me again. I am old and forgetful. When I turn around, I will forget what you said. Don't let me forget you. "

The ear-piercing sound of beeps called a group of doctors and nurses, who carried out simple rescue, but it was no longer worth saving.

He could have lived to be 83 years old, which is the end of his life.

"I'm very sorry, Old Feng, we..."

"You don't need to apologize." Feng Han kept his eyes on Bai Shu, without blinking.There is no expression, no movement, but the sadness is so strong that it is suffocating, "I know his body and bones. At such an advanced age, it is considered a profit."

The woman in her 40s burst into tears: "Grandpa."

"You all go out." Feng Han gently removed all the tubes and instruments from Bai Shu's body one by one, "Let me accompany him at the end, and from now on... I won't be able to see him again."

Everyone withdrew, Feng Han climbed onto the bed, lifted the quilt and hugged the cold Baizhu, his hands touched the stubble that was a bit prickly from the hair of Baizhu.

This face is full of wrinkles and age spots.She no longer looked young at all.

Feng Han was so fascinated by it, it was too quiet, Feng Han was afraid that the atmosphere would calm down, so he kept saying: "We have been together for more than 60 years now, and I am almost ninety. I have forgotten everything now It's time to get to know you. How did we get together? It seems that I took the initiative to force you first."

"Since the end of the world has come, how busy we two have been. Those days were not bitter at all, and there were not many people in the whole country who were as nourished as the two of us. It was really good at that time."

The temperature in his arms was draining, Feng Han's whole body was trembling, the more trembling he was, the tighter he hugged him.

Early the next morning, when a woman in her 40s came in, Feng Han fell asleep holding the cold Baizhu. The old man, who was nearly ninety years old, slept extremely peacefully, and his hugging posture was so skillful, and he had been with him for decades. with.

The woman couldn't hold back the burst of tears, and covered her mouth to barely cry.

The nurse came over and wanted to separate the two, Feng Han woke up while tossing, waving his limbs wildly, and hugged Bai Shu tightly.

"Grandpa, please let Second Grandpa go, let him die in peace." The woman pleaded.

Feng Han's body shook, and the strength in his hands relaxed a lot: "How could I forget. He's gone."

Baizhu was cremated, but not buried.

Feng Han remembered the original agreement between the two, to keep the ashes, and when he went too, he would mix the ashes of the two together as fertilizer, blend them into the pine forest where the two first planted, and it would exist forever.

After Bai Shu left, Feng Han was greatly stimulated, and the signs of dementia became more and more obvious.I forgot who I was. In the first month, I forgot the death of Bai Zhu, and searched for Bai Zhu day and night.As soon as the person told him that Baishu was dead, he kept crying, saying that Baishu was still angry with him and would not come back.

After a long time, no one dared to mention Atractylodes Atractylodes to him, and he was allowed to search in a chaotic way.

In the second month, Feng Han began to forget, forgot Xixi, his granddaughter, and where his family was.

He sneaked out and got lost, and just stood in the crowd stupidly, neither speaking nor moving, as dull as a wooden sculpture.

After the apocalypse, the sun has mutated, and medical conditions are insufficient, and the average life expectancy is only 50 years old. Such a 90-year-old man standing there has attracted the attention of many people.

The Internet was gradually restored, and it was no longer difficult for people to surf the Internet. I don't know who scraped the life of Feng Han, a long-lived old man, on the forum, which attracted the attention of many people.

From the third month onwards, Feng Han completely forgot about the existence of Baishu and everyone. You walked around aimlessly every day. Since you got lost that time, you put a positioning bracelet on Feng Han's hand, so Every time it is found before it is lost.

He has invited the best doctor and received the most perfect treatment, but Feng Han's body is exhausted after all, and the trigger of dementia is a strong stimulus. At such an advanced age, that's it.

Five months after Bai Shu's death, Feng Han's IQ had completely degraded to that of a three-year-old child. During the Chinese New Year, he stood with the children and waited for the red envelope, and squatted beside his great-great-grandson obediently begging him to eat a lollipop.

Seeing a child with snacks in his hand, distressed to ask for it, and the appearance of an old man in his twilight, can make the juniors cry every time.

Seven months after Bai Shu's death, the 90-year-old Feng Han's body began to stiffen gradually, and the examination could not find anything. The final conclusion was that he was too old and it was time to go.

The family has already started to prepare things. The old man may go at any time. Such an old age is joy and sorrow, and his life is worth it.

Eight months after Bai Shu's death, Feng Han disappeared again. The bracelet was taken off his hand and placed by the bedside, and he disappeared.

At night, there was no one on the street, Feng Han tried his best to walk quickly while leaning on a cane.He has a goal in his heart, and there is tenacity in his cloudy eyes.

The photo studio is one of the few photo studios in the country right now.To this day, taking pictures is still a luxury. Feng Han stood in front of the photo studio, looked at the bright neon lights on the door even though it was closed, and smiled so happily.

Sitting on the bench at the entrance of the photo studio, Feng Han muttered to himself with his hands on his crutches: "I finally found you. I'm home."

When Feng Han was found when he was a child, he sat there motionless, stretched out his hand to pull his body stiff, and when he checked his breath, the old man was already out of breath.

His eyes were open, and he was looking at the display window outside the photo studio until his death.

Feng Han's granddaughter came over to take a look and burst into tears.In the display window, there are more than a dozen photos that have been enlarged and developed. In the photos, there are two people in a costume coat, a doctor's white coat, one holding herbal medicine, and the other holding a medical book, looking at the camera back to back.

One is Feng Han, and the other is Bai Shu. The photo from 50 years ago is still there, and Feng Han sensed that his death was approaching, so he made every effort to get here.

It's hard to imagine how Feng Han, who had forgotten Baishu six months ago, found this place before he died.

I don't know who took the photo and posted it on the Internet, and the major media rushed to pay attention.Feng Han himself is a rich man in the last days, coupled with his age and touching love, I don't know how many people spontaneously mourn him.

The photo studio kept the photo that Feng Han looked at before he died, and printed many giant photos and even made huge posters.While expressing condolences, it also has the effect of publicity.

A funeral of national attention.Feng Han was cremated and put together with Baizhu as he wished. After cremation, he made fertilizer and buried in the pine forest that the two of them planted together when everything started.

On the bank of Wangchuan River, next to the Sansheng Stone.They all returned to their best appearance when they were young.Standing by the bridge of Naihe, Bai Shu looked at Feng Han who was approaching, and smiled lightly.

What is life and death parting, birth, old age, sickness and death.It just exists in another way.Drink Mengpo soup together and jump into reincarnation.The red line between the two is still there, and it is another life-long and touching love.

The author has something to say: I originally wanted to write two more, but I didn’t sleep last night, and I typed these [-] words for a few hours today, and I cried so many times that I couldn’t see the screen clearly and couldn’t continue.

This feeling... is like killing two sons with my own hands.

In fact, I don't need to do this, but I always feel that there must be a beginning and an end.In fact, it is also a kind of happiness to grow old together and enter reincarnation together.Fairy tales can't end at the moment when they get married, their voices are perfect, and at the moment when they meet at the end of the river and bridge, Feng Han Baishu, and I, are all consummated.

I don’t know what to write later, those who want to attack each other...you should just YY yourself, he’s just doing that because of this incident, the thought in my heart is that the two have always attacked each other, it’s just It is estimated that some of Dalei did not write this.

Make up your mind, I agree with this~

When I posted it, I really never dreamed that it would be so popular.Thank you for your continued support and love.

The green hills are often in the long flow of water.

On September 9th, we will meet again in "The Doomsday Pen Fairy".

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