"Why……?"
"What can I do? If you don't do this, you will go blind. How can I ask for your opinion when you are in a coma? I don't mean to ask you to thank me. I know the risks of all this: the risk of failure, The risk of consuming medical resources.”
His tone was so calm, and his expression was still the same as before, as if he was smiling. But Wu Hui already knows that this is just his habit, and he is like this when he is relaxed. Three months of care was enough for her to discover many tiny habits. She also knew the weight of these words. If the operation failed, the worst result would be to remove his left eye; if Mo Weiming's behavior was discovered, his medical license would be revoked and he would even be sued by the hospital. Putting his career on the line to save lives and heal the wounded really made Wu Hui feel a little respectful.
"But," her rationality still prevailed, "are you really right in your bet?"
"You said you saw something... Did I just say that? Part of your eyes were replaced. The damaged and fallen parts were replaced by others' complete and healthy ones. These things, well, I definitely didn't We have to find a way to get it from a living person. But by chance, there was a patient who failed to be rescued that night..."
"You stole things from dead people? Used them on me?!"
"The words don't have to be so unpleasant...it was taken, but no one found out." Mo Weiming explained seriously, "And it doesn't cost anything. No one knows, no one is held accountable, so there is no need to take responsibility."
At this time, it was really difficult for Wu Hui to evaluate whether he had medical ethics or not. She was already a little repulsed, and her left eye began to itch and hurt inexplicably. It was difficult to determine whether it was an illusion. She wanted to reach out and rub it, but Mo Weiming quickly grabbed her raised wrist and stopped her immediately.
"That patient was a prisoner who was persecuted by lynching by the Public Security Department. He is already dead. I think that being able to help more people can be regarded as atonement for the prisoner. But even for a criminal, it is too much to be treated like this during his lifetime. The Health Department of the Public Security Department does not work late at night, and we have treated many such patients. So, although they have a good reputation now, I don't like them."
I see. While talking, Mo Weiming slowly let go of his hand. Wu Hui, whose attention was diverted, no longer thought about rubbing her eyes and lowered her arms. But her face was just full of confusion, as if faced with Mo Weiming's rhetoric, the controversial part of it had exceeded the part that was originally worthy of criticism and had been implemented in her own body. His face, which had never been full of emotions, once again showed a bit of complexity. Mo Weiming wanted to laugh, but he knew he was in the wrong.
"The shadow of the emergency room..."
"It was exactly where the doctor rescued him that day. Of course, it failed and he died on the operating table. The second time, you said you saw the black shadow here again - obviously we all know what happened here. Although The chronological order is different, but you can almost figure it out, right? What you saw is probably something similar to the soul of the deceased."
"But - didn't you say you are a materialist?"
"Materialists are not atheists." Mo Weiming's tone was more serious than ever, "If evil spirits, ghosts, monsters, gods... they actually appear in front of my eyes, instead of some mysterious 'appearance', 'Miracles', I will unwaveringly believe in their existence."
Wu Hui was speechless. Although she seemed to be arguing, she had to admit that she approved of this line of thinking.
Mo Weiming continued: "You don't have to feel awkward. In fact, organ transplantation is not uncommon in the West... Even here, there are people who privately spend huge sums of money to find relevant technicians to replace their diseased parts. Currently, no organization or institution can claim, 'We have completely conquered this technology,' but it does exist and is feasible. Although it involves matching issues, the eyes do not require it. As for organ sources , it can only be people who have recently died. After all, preserving fresh meat is a problem. Without a healthy human body, the internal organs will quickly become inactive. Indeed, there are a very small number of people who have received transplants. Many of them do not belong to their own memories or hearing. From a metaphysical point of view, perhaps it was because the deceased had suffered unfair treatment during his lifetime and was so resentful that he could clearly see the two realms of yin and yang when he was about to die."
Wu Hui didn't know whether she was lucky or bad. Rather, it is difficult to define good or bad when meeting a doctor like Mo Weiming.
"I heard that you didn't go to a serious medical university...where did you learn this?"
"From my father." Mo Weiming said calmly, "Although he is very busy, we rarely see each other. But as long as he comes back, he will bring me a lot of things - and teach me a lot of things. Do you remember that you are not well? When we chat... you will talk a lot about things in the school. I envy you, really. I have never been to a school. When I grow up, my father will invite many teachers to come, or I will simply teach him Read it by yourself in the study."
It turned out that when he said those things, there was something like longing in his eyes, and it turned out to be true.
"Your father - wait, you, your surname is Mo..."
For a moment, a name flashed in Wu Hui's mind.
"My surname is Mo." Mo Weiming repeated.
Until just now, she had never made any connection between the two images. She thought of a man—a great man, of sorts. A genius in the medical field, a great researcher, a famous scholar, and a philanthropist that everyone admires. When she was a child, this name was very popular, but it gradually disappeared for unknown reasons. News of his death came about six or seven years ago. People were talking about him again, like a rekindled fire. But the heat went away quickly, and soon the topic of him was completely extinguished.
If he is really Mo Weiming's father...
Can not believe it. However, having the ability to complete this series of precise surgeries and using knowledge far beyond common sense to implement crazy ideas may be the most convincing. Wu Hui never expected that the person she met would be the son of such a special person.
After a brief silence, Wu Hui also spoke.
"Both my parents like to read. They had a study room in their small childhood home. They supported me in reading a lot of things. You should remember that this is how I started writing. But there was a locked cabinet. They He didn’t let me read it, saying it contained important work-related stuff, because he was afraid I would mess it up.”
"Then you went to see it."
"When I was very young, I knew a lot of words. After reading all the books, I came up with the idea of a cabinet. The cabinet is very high and has a lock. Maybe they found that I was indeed obedient, so the key was hung on it. . While they were not at home, I moved a chair to read it. It is not difficult to read the contents, but I am still a child after all. Even if I know many words, even if I can read them, I still cannot understand the meaning. Because it is really boring, I I rarely read it. But I remember that some of the old publications...may be related to medicine, and I often saw his name. It wasn't until I went to school and came into contact with the wider world that I gradually realized that he was a A scholar. He and his team are very respected..."
"you're right."
"But I don't know why, but their reputation gradually faded away later. Is it because there were no new results?"
"Because he started to study things that he shouldn't study." Mo Weiming said lightly, "There are also many people who say that he is a madman. Orthodox medical scientists think that he is involved in metaphysics, which is against the spirit of science; metaphysicians also feel that he is obsessed with ghosts and gods. Disrespectful. Anyway, he doesn’t please anyone and threatens the interests of many groups. He bought an island and built a research base - it’s in the archipelago in the south of the country, and it was actually prepared long ago. . There, he recruited many people... people from various places, various fields, and various industries, geniuses and madmen. I later followed him to the island, and returned to the mainland when I was in my twenties, accepting the simple jobs he arranged. . A few years later, news of his death came. Until the end, I didn’t know what he had studied.”
"How did you resist asking?"
"I don't know, sorry."
She didn't even know why Mo Weiming wanted to apologize.
He is a person who has been separated from social life since he was a child, and his father certainly has a lot of responsibility. No wonder she always found him strange in many places. But if these are true, everything makes sense.
"I...have never seen him very often. The people who took care of me when I was a child all said that he was great in every possible way, that he had researched a lot of medicines, invented a lot of technologies, and donated a lot of money to people in need. So many patents, so many schools, I was too young and had no idea. Even if I later learned how to eat from him, he rarely met me. Before disappearing, he was also a very low-key person. He never gave interviews, and he didn’t like others to report on his affairs. . I only have a blurry photo, cut out from a newspaper. It's his back, secretly taken by a reporter from the backstage. It could be some academic lecture, or it could be a speech at an orphanage, who knows."
"I also have an impression of the photo you mentioned." Wu Hui recalled, "But when I saw it, the newspaper was already very old."
"Don't talk about me," Mo Weiming smiled and waved his hands, "I don't like to talk about this. I just want to make you understand your situation. I also don't want you to mention it in front of anyone else in the future. These. Of course, even if you mention it, I can't do anything to you. No one will believe it anyway - it's just that I don't like it very much. "
"I won't."
With such a promise, Qiwen's face flashed in Wu Hui's mind. Especially keep it a secret from this guy.
"I guess your eyes are similar to those of a camera or something? In fact, I haven't learned much about metaphysics from my father." Mo Weiming thought, "Anyway, it can play back some scenes of people dying. More Yes, I don’t know. I don’t think it’s some lingering ghost. After all, nothing strange happened in the hospital or my home. But I can’t say it to death. Who knows what else you will see in the future? It doesn’t mean that it doesn’t threaten you for the time being. Not in the future. I will also help you find a way."
Late at night, Wu Hui was lying on the bed tossing and turning. In my ears, the words Mo Weiming said were still echoing. But when sleep finally began to creep in, she suddenly opened her eyes again.
I obviously went to ask him what he wanted as a thank you gift, but why not only did I get nothing from him, but I also took something from his house...
