Chapter 2618: 2519.2425 Ashen Life (Alliance Leader Choco1ate extra chapter 3)

2519.2425 Ashen Life (Alliance Leader Choco1ate extra chapter 3)

【Discharged, go home!】

The exclamation mark was very noticeable; Zheng Ren saw it in his eyes, felt no relief, but his heart gave a sudden jump, and immediately some indescribable emotion lingered in his heart.

According to his own judgment, that little boy probably had only about three months left to live.

But in the posts, they kept saying the condition had improved, and they were full of expectation about returning to school, which Zheng Ren felt was abnormal.

He looked at that post from 12 Minute ago, and countless thoughts flashed through his mind.

After a brief hesitation, Zheng Ren's hand began tapping a few times on the phone screen, opening the chat interface, and typing a line of text.

【Are you okay】

Just four simple characters, with no punctuation, Zheng Ren's finger hovered over the send button for a long time without pressing it.

"Zheng Lao Ban, why aren't you reading today?" Lin Yuan asked on the side.

Zheng Ren raised his head, smiled at Lin Yuan, and said, "I'm chatting with a little kid."

"Little patient? You met him in Hai Cheng, right?"

Zheng Ren didn't explain in detail to Lin Yuan; he wore his usual smile, as if doing this would make the whole world a bit gentler and kinder.

There was nothing to hesitate about; Zheng Ren turned his gaze back to the phone and pressed the send button.

Watching the four characters he had just sent, Zheng Ren waited quietly.

As for what he was waiting for, Zheng Ren didn't know either.

Maybe it was a message,

maybe it was a reply,

maybe there were many maybes,

but the most likely possibility was that he wouldn't get any reply at all.

"Zheng Lao Ban, the Nobel Prize will finish review and announce the results in a few days; are you Tension?" Lin Yuan wrote medical records while chatting with Zheng Ren.

Gao Shaojie paused, then perked up his ears to listen seriously to Zheng Lao Ban's answer.

Based on various signs, Gao Shaojie thought that the fifty-fifty goal Su Yun mentioned this time was not an impossible task. But as the days drew near, he himself began to feel a bit Tension, while Zheng Lao Ban, mature beyond his years, showed no change at all.

He was as steady as a mountain, each day only doing normal medical work and Surgery live broadcast, his emotions seemingly never Fluctuation.

Although he had doubts in his heart, Gao Shaojie didn't dare ask. He quietly waited for Zheng Ren's answer, hoping to find some answers from his words.

But Zheng Ren said nothing; his phone vibrated once, and his brows furrowed.

【Who are you?】

A reply appeared before Zheng Ren.

【I'm a doctor from 912; we met half a year ago at the B-ultrasound room door—do you still remember me?】

【You……where are you, can I meet you?】

【Intervention Department, doctor's office.】

After Zheng Ren replied, the phone chat interface went quiet. The little boy on the other side stopped speaking; in fact, Zheng Ren had a premonition that the person on the other end of the phone was not the little boy himself.

The tone of speech was nothing like that, completely different from the child Zheng Ren remembered.

Thinking of countless possibilities, Zheng Ren stood up and walked to the doctor's office door.

He narrowed his eyes looking at the ward's big door, where people came and went; Zheng Ren hoped to see the little boy's figure appear.

Even if the System Panel was all blood-red, or even if it had turned pallid with no color, as long as he was still alive, that would be fine.

As a doctor, accustomed to life and death, yet he could not be torn apart by the immense force between life and death. Wanting to achieve this is difficult, too difficult.

Even Zheng Ren, with the System on him, could not do that.

Su Yun always mocked him as being like an ostrich; Zheng Ren felt he was not an ostrich but a wounded lone wolf. In the deep night, alone in the System Space, he licked the wounds on his soul, so as not to Impact the next day's work.

Day after day, month after month, year after year.

Some people avoid, some face it head-on; no matter how you choose, it's not wrong.

As he was wandering in thought, a hoarse voice asked: "Doctor, may I ask if you were just speaking on QQ?"

Indeed…… Zheng Ren's heart sank.

Beside him stood a Middle-aged Woman; she was certainly not the woman in his memory who was in her thirties with lingering charm.

The woman's hair was disheveled, a few strands sticking messily to her cheeks, carrying a hint of gray-white. Sunlight fell from behind Zheng Ren onto her face; in the mottled light and shadow, those gray-white tones could not be dispelled.

Only half a year—how did she become like this? Actually, Zheng Ren already knew the answer, but he didn't want to think about it.

He nodded slightly; Zheng Ren's lips moved a little, but he made no sound.

The woman looked at Zheng Ren, vaguely recognizing him. She habitually wanted to smile, to express her respect for the doctor and gratitude to the person who had always been thinking of her child.

But the smile never appeared; the corners of her mouth twitched twice, her eyes filled with a dead gray, lacking any luster.

After a few seconds of eye contact, the woman used her hand to smooth the stray hair to her ear.

Her hair was gray-white, her gaze gray-white; her whole person was gray-white, clashing with the beautiful afternoon sunlight.

"Thank you." The woman Jiu Gong deeply, her movement slow yet stiff.

"Please don't be polite, come inside." Zheng Ren said softly.

"No." The woman said, "I still need to complete the discharge procedures."

"Child..." Zheng Ren asked softly.

"No treatment." The woman's tone was somewhat strange; Zheng Ren felt four parts bewildered, three parts unwilling, two parts relieved, and one part calm.

Zheng Ren didn't know whether it was his own Inner Mind drama being too intense or something else, but in an instant he sensed such complex emotions.

He said nothing, just quietly watching the woman who had aged twenty years in half a year. Her life had already turned from colorful to gray-white; what she had gone through in between, he could not empathize with.

"The child has suffered too much." The woman said lightly: "He is very strong; I know he wanted to keep me company. It's unnecessary now; we plan to spend the remaining time together watching sunlight, grass, and chatting quietly."

Her words were scattered, like sand from an hourglass falling onto the ground—there was no way to pick them up.

But Zheng Ren understood her meaning; this was the last time they could be together, and she didn't want to waste it in endless painful treatment.

When he was at Haicheng Shi Yiyuan, Zheng Ren had seen many patients who had given up on rescue. Sometimes he even had to persuade the patients' families that this kind of diagnosis and treatment was a bottomless pit that could never be filled, and they should act within their means.

In the end, losing both people and money is highly likely; others couldn't keep hold of it, and the household couldn't get by.

But looking at the woman before him, Zheng Ren couldn't utter a word.

"My tears have already dried up, but now there really is nothing that can be done." The woman said softly, "I came to see you because I want to meet everyone who has interacted with him, and I want to preserve every memory."

Saying this, the woman bowed deeply again, "Thank you, doctor. Thank you for still remembering him; rest assured, he is not lonely."