Future Optical Brain Manual

The express box was the size of a palm. The man tore off the adhesive tape and opened the express box in two or three strokes. When he opened it gently, he was taken aback when he saw the contents inside.

There was nothing expensive in the courier box. Inside was a silver pendant, a slender chain, with a round pendant the size of a thumb on it, with uneven reliefs on the surface. Since the pendant was too small, the man could identify it carefully. I didn't see what kind of animal was engraved on it.

Probably the sign of the son.

The man guessed, thinking of his son, the man's eyes were darkened, and he didn't continue to study. The mobile phone in his pocket ding-dong, and the cartoon was downloaded. Hastily left the room.

When the man came to the hospital, the smell of disinfectant permeated the tip of his nose. This smell is what men dislike the most. It seems to be the smell of death. Surrounded by this smell, his lover left, and now he wants to send his son to the hospital. take away.

"Mr. Wu Yecheng?" Before the man came to the door of his son's ward, a nurse stopped him.

"It's me." Wu Yecheng stopped, curled his fingers involuntarily, and replied in a harsh voice, looking at the nurse anxiously.

Seeing that his eyes were wide open and filled with anxiety, the nurse sighed inwardly, and said in an unbearable way, "Mr. Wu, the doctor must have told you that your son's organs have failed to a certain extent, doctor He is also in great pain, he was crying when you were not around just now, and he is just a child."

The child was crying, but it should be because he knew that his father was not there. No matter how painful it was, he just shed tears silently. His breathing was weak, and his eyes were dim with tears. After a while, he wet the pillow. What he saw was that the doctors and nurses who were in charge of life and death felt very sorry for him. , They know how painful this state is, so they feel pity for him even more when they see such a child.

Why bother, they can understand Mr. Wu's desire to see the child more as a father, but this kind of love should not be based on the pain of the child, the child is destined to be unable to be saved.

The nurse's words and eyes made Wu Yecheng feel like he was out of breath in a quagmire, and his body bent his back even more like Mount Tai was pressing down on him. His lips were pale, and he wanted to say a word to answer the nurse in front of him, but his eyes He felt hot, his head was in a mess, and his throat seemed to be blocked, and he couldn't say anything, he just wanted to cry loudly.

Painful, so painful!

Unbearable pain.

The nurse also knew the man's current condition, so she patted him on the shoulder without forcing him, and said, "We gave him a painkiller injection, and he should feel better. Go and see Xiaolei, he has been waiting for you for a long time."

The son's name struck him like a bolt of lightning, and the man found his way in an instant. He didn't even have time to say goodbye to the nurse, moved his feet, opened the door hastily, and walked into the ward.

In the ward, the boy on the bed was covered with tubes all over his body, surrounded by various instruments, his thin body formed a shocking contrast with everything around him.Not to mention, tears were still streaming from his closed eyes.

Wu Yecheng's heart ached and he could hardly breathe.

Whether it is to let his son procrastinate, or let him get rid of himself early, no matter which choice is for him, it is an abyss of pain.

Probably hearing the sound of footsteps, the son on the hospital bed struggled to open his eyes. When he saw his father, his wet eyelashes blinked, as if showing a smile, and there was a whimpering sound in his throat, as if he was crying. It seems to be talking about something.The son who looked like this seemed to be even more haggard than when he left.

Wu Yecheng hurried forward, touched his son's head lightly, with a smile on his face, and comforted him, saying that he had brought him his favorite cartoon, and that his mother had bought him a gift, but It can only be given to him after he recovers from his illness, saying that he must be strong.

On the mobile phone, cartoons full of children's words were played cheerfully, which seemed out of place with the pale and cold ward.The son's sunken eyes were rarely focused on, even though he was still in pain.But maybe I got used to it, maybe I didn’t have the strength to cry anymore, and I had a favorite cartoon, so I endured it.

Wu Yecheng looked at his son greedily from the side, every minute and every second was precious.

At night, Wu Yecheng coaxed his son to sleep, and the attending doctor talked to Wu Yecheng about leaving the hospital again. Not only was the hospital powerless to deal with Xiao Lei, Wu Yecheng also had no savings to continue to support the high medical expenses.

However, Wu Yecheng was unwilling to give up on continuing to treat his son. He gritted his teeth and said that he would definitely raise enough money, at least to get painkilling injections, and not let his son leave in pain.The attending doctor knew his situation, and his attitude was not too tough, but there was nothing he could do about the hospital's regulations. He just told him the deadline.

Wu Yecheng came out of the attending doctor's infirmary, returned to the ward, looked at his son who was wrinkled even when he was asleep, and looked extremely painful, and clutched his cell phone tightly. Now, who else can he borrow money from?

Knowing about his situation, the company had already held a fundraiser. They had no relatives, only friends, but they had borrowed all the friends they could.

Wu Yecheng put his hands into his pockets, wanting to see what was left of him, when he felt a cold touch, Wu Yecheng took it out and saw that it was the silver pendant that he received by courier today.

Xiaoye, what should I do?

Wu Yecheng clutched the things left by his wife tightly, feeling hopeless in his heart.

【Do you want to save your son? 】At this moment, a strange voice suddenly sounded from the bottom of his heart.

"...Who?" Wu Yecheng raised his head blankly and looked around, but there was no one in the room except his son and the silently working machine.

【Do you want to save your son? ] That voice did not answer his question, but asked him again.

At this moment, Wu Yecheng realized that the voice seemed to be ringing in his mind, and the content of the question was...

What's this?Is it a hallucination or a supernatural event, but no matter what it is, "I want to save my son, why don't I want to save my son, what do you want? No matter who you are? Can you save my son? Please save him !"

Wu Yecheng's words were messy, but he did not lose his mind.Facing such a strange event, he didn't have the slightest fear, but seemed to have caught the last straw.

【I can save your son and make him live a healthy life, but as a condition, your life will no longer be your own. 】The voice said coldly.

Wu Yecheng calmed down in this voice, pondered for a while, and said without the slightest hesitation, "How do you save my son? I can give you my life, but I want to see my son be cured, and I have to make arrangements. the rest of his life."

【You are wrong, I am not the life you want.You will have a chance to see him in the future, but...]

The second half of the voice fell silent.

"Just what?!?? Just what!?" Wu Chengye asked.

【Nothing, the condition is to cure your son, I will do it, you have to remember your promise, and you can't tell anyone about it, if you disobey, you will be punished ten times more painfully than now. 】

[Remember, after waking up, put the pendant in your hand on your son's neck, and take it off after three days.This must be done, to save your son. 】

The sound got farther and farther away, but every word rang in Wu Yecheng's mind. He wanted to ask what was going on, but he couldn't say a word.Finally, he felt a familiar ding-dong, his body sank, and he woke up.

Wu Chengye opened his eyes, raised his head, looked at his familiar son, and heard the familiar voice of extreme operation. The sky outside the window was as black as ink, and everything just now seemed as far away as a dream.

Did he accidentally fall asleep while guarding his son?

Wu Yecheng shook his head, and when he looked down and saw the lit up phone screen, he couldn't help being taken aback.

[2017年12月20日，您尾号4798的银行卡转入1，000,000元，余额为1，000,000.87元。]

Wu Yecheng's hands trembled, he couldn't believe the scene on the bank card, what happened?Was it the bank who made the wrong transfer by mistake, or someone transferred it for me.

With this sum of money, the son can continue to be hospitalized.With this amount of money.

While Wu Yecheng was looking excited, another text message was sent.

[Remember your promise. ]

Randomly, this text message disappeared from his mobile phone naturally, but Wu Yecheng who saw this text message was overjoyed.

It's true, not a dream, his son is saved!

Wu Yecheng wept with joy, even if the condition for saving his son's life was his life, he didn't care anymore, he quickly recalled what the voice in the dream said, how to save his son.

Yes, bring the pendant in your hand to your son's neck.

Thinking of this, Wu Yecheng hurriedly searched for the silver pendant, and saw it lying quietly on the bed, as if seeing a life-saving straw, he quickly and carefully picked it up.He raised his head and looked at his weak little son on the hospital bed. With a firm expression, he stood up and bent down, carefully bringing the pendant to his neck.

During the period, his son woke up from his coma, and his face seemed to be full of life, which was different from the previous look of sinking into the grave. Looking at his doubtful son, he gently touched his little face and said firmly, " Don't worry, Dad will definitely save you."

Xiao Lei looked at his father puzzled, then looked down at the cool pendant on his neck.

Wu Yecheng said softly, "This is a gift from your mother. As long as you take her with you, Xiaolei's illness will be cured and he will never get sick again."

Xiaolei looked ignorant, and when he heard his mother, he showed him a ignorant smile.