Chapter 2170: 2095 Reincarnation (Happy Birthday, Boss Zheng! Bonus chapter×2)

2095 Reincarnation (Happy Birthday, Boss Zheng! Bonus chapter×2)

"Cui Lao, you're too polite." Zheng Ren hurriedly said.

Although seated in the chair, Zheng Ren's waist still bent forward.

"This body of mine is just about to give out." Cui Lao said indifferently, eyes closed.

"Never mind, I said it's just a cold." Su Yun said.

"Xiao Su, you should respect objective facts; saying nice things won't change anything." Cui Lao said calmly.

""

Su Yun's mouth twitched, and then he fell silent.

"What do you want to say?" Cui Lao, though his eyes were closed, was still keenly perceptive and knew Su Yun had something to say.

"Honestly, following your opinion, even I feel I'm getting old." Su Yun said.

"How so?"

"When I first wore ripped jeans, they were all the rage on the streets—you'd feel embarrassed to greet someone without a pair." Su Yun said.

Cui Lao narrowed his eyes, looking at him curiously.

Zheng Ren felt it was better for Su Yun to handle this; otherwise, as he kept talking, he might actually make the atmosphere even heavier.

It's not just possible—it's certain.

With Su Yun around, it's a different story—he lightens the mood with his jokes.

"Later, ripped jeans went out of style, and I felt a bit regretful. Sometime later, they came back into fashion. I dug out my old jeans and wore them again—still looking sharp."

Cui Lao's smile grew richer and richer.

"Up to now, the cycle of being in and out of fashion has repeated six times." Su Yun said, "And I've been wearing the very first pair of ripped jeans all along."

Zhou Litao was left dumbfounded—this was too artistic. Was he hinting at Cui Lao to not forget his original intention, that even after countless cycles of reincarnation…

His thoughts wandered off, all the way to the edge of the galaxy.

"You little brat." Cui Lao laughed, "Don't joke around—I have a matter for the two of you to handle."

"Mm-hmm, go ahead." Zheng Ren sat upright with formal demeanor, listening intently.

Even if it was a research matter, Zheng Ren felt a surge of enthusiasm and was ready to accept.

"I'm not complaining that my life is too short; I feel it's actually a bit too long." Cui Lao said leisurely.

"..." Zheng Ren and Su Yun both froze for a moment.

Who else would complain about living too long? Cui Lao must be joking.

"My wife passed away more than ten years ago, and back then I left a will." Cui Lao said, "When my mind is no longer usable, if I get any other illness, don't treat it—don't waste public medical resources. Donate any usable organs; I think that's fine."

"I've lived another ten or twenty years, and I never expected my mind to still be sharp while my other organs have failed. Even now, my corneas show glassy degeneration, with an age-related ring width of 3mm—you say that, even if donated, they'd be unusable."

Cui Lao obviously felt a bit regretful; as he spoke, he sighed.

Zheng Ren didn't know how to respond, and Su Yun was equally at a loss.

At this point, saying anything would be wrong.

"I estimate my body can hold out for about another month; maybe one day I'll go join my wife." Cui Lao said calmly.

"Xiao Zheng, Xiao Su, your surgical dissection skills are still quite good. When that day really comes, I'll hand over this corpse to you."

"Uh... Cui Lao, you're saying that." Su Yun started to go off on a tangent instinctively, but seeing Cui Lao's demeanor, he knew joking wasn't appropriate and swallowed the rest of his words.

"Give me a heads-up; if you agree, I'll write it into my will."

"Huh?"

"In the end, this body can't escape that day. This corpse, though the organs are aged and unusable, still has some value in the muscles, tissues, and bones." Cui Lao looked at Zheng Ren, "Make it into a specimen so the kids can learn from it."

""

This time, Zheng Ren and Su Yun were truly stunned.

A specimen?

A cadaver instructor?

Not that kind of cadaver instructor, but rather have Zheng Ren and Su Yun roll up their sleeves, use every usable part of the corpse, make it into a specimen, and let the medical school students use it in class.

Cui Lao, an academician of the Engineering Academy, actually left this as his will!

"Will you agree or not?" Cui Lao closed his eyes again.

"Cui Lao, you..." Zheng Ren felt like he'd come down with dry mouth; his throat was parched, and he could barely get a word out.

"My wife is already at the medical school—that's something we planned decades ago. This isn't just because you, Boss Zheng, are so capable, right?"

As Cui Lao spoke, he even managed to say the three words "Boss Zheng".

Zheng Ren lowered his head, silent.

"Cui Lao, just leave this small matter to us." Su Yun smiled, "In twenty years, our technical skills will be at their peak—we'll definitely make you into the most beautiful specimen."

"Twenty years? I can't wait that long." Cui Lao chuckled; he fully understood the implication behind Su Yun's words.

But objective facts are objective facts; after a lifetime in medicine, Cui Lao understands others' bodily conditions as well as his own.

"No problem, don't overthink it—we're swamped on our end, so don't add to the chaos." Su Yun said, "The Nobel Prize goal requires completing three to five thousand surgeries in less than a year. Besides, we're launching intracardiac intervention surgery, keeping us busy nonstop."

"Thank you for your hard work." Cui Lao opened his eyes and said earnestly.

Su Yun's hand went numb……

"I... I didn't mean that." Su Yun hurriedly explained, "Don't stir things up—just live your life honestly. When you go out for clinic, we'll still come join the fun."

"Hehe." Cui Lao didn't speak; this kind of thing is the kids' good intentions, nothing to keep correcting over and over.

"I'm tired, you go get back to work." Cui Lao said softly, "I'm tired, I'll get some sleep."

Zheng Ren stood up, about to bow, but Su Yun stopped him.

"Cui Lao, we're leaving now." Zheng Ren said.

Cui Lao gave a barely perceptible nod.

After stepping outside, Su Yun complained, "Boss, Cui Lao is asleep, and you're bowing there like you're saying goodbye to a corpse—who does things like that?"

"……"

Zheng Ren was speechless.

Zhou Litao sighed and said, "Zheng Lao Ban, Yun Ge'er, Cui Lao's condition is probably truly beyond help."

"Everyone knows, why do you have to say it?" Su Yun retorted unhappily, "What's going on with Cui Lao's lover?"

"I also heard that Cui Lao's lover's skeleton has been made into a specimen, a treasured heirloom of Capital Medical University." Zhou Litao sighed, "Over the past few years, whenever there's a holiday, I've accompanied Cui Lao to visit Auntie. There's nothing special about it—just a bow, then I wait outside while Cui Lao chats with Auntie."

Zheng Ren couldn't help but sigh at the thought of that scene.

The rain from the sky started again, a continuous drizzle that made this late spring feel a bit chilly.