His Secret

Qin Ciyan was then Chief of Neurosurgery at the First Hospital of Yenzhou University.

For a doctor, he was still very young, 45 years old, it is the stage of accumulation, dare to break through. He could do surgeries that other doctors couldn't do, and he dared to take on cases that other doctors didn't dare to touch.

At that time in Yanzhou, he was already regarded by the patients and doctors as the most deservedly famous surgeon in the world.

But no different from the 60-year-old Qin Ciyan, the 45-year-old Prof. Qin has long been the "less disciplined" one.

Despite treating an orphan like Xie Qingcheng, whose household registration and medical insurance are not in Yanzhou, and whose injuries are so serious, he, like Yi Beihai's mother later on, resolutely guarantees Xie Qingcheng and takes on this dying case.

Xie Qingcheng had more than 20 injuries on his body, big and small, the most serious ones were on his legs and spine, and his spinal nerves were almost completely destroyed. Doctors from other departments in the joint consultation said, "Even if Prof. Qin has heavenly abilities, he cannot save this patient successfully.

Xie Qingcheng couldn't move, lying in an intensive care unit bed with tubes and incisions all over his body. Between waking and dreaming, he hears the family members around him, who have come to visit the patient in another bed, saying -

"How pathetic ......"

"It's too bad, where's a good piece of meat left on his body."

"I heard that his parents are dead, there is no other adult relative that can be contacted at home, and the medical expenses are still being advanced by Prof. Qin."

"Professor Qin is such a good man."

"Who says it is not, but if I say, this child is living is suffering, even if saved is still a paralyzed, it would be better to pull out the oxygen tube and get rid of it ...... Really, I'm not heartless, I'm thinking of our old man's lung cancer dying that month, can't lie down, every breath has to take all the strength. every breath, it's too painful to live like that. ......"

The bobbing sling bottle in front of my eyes, the sound waves of the monitor dripping in my ears.

Xie Qingcheng Countless times he woke up briefly and fell into a deep, long sleep, and each time he was awake he tried very hard to stay awake for a little while longer because he was afraid that he would never be able to open his eyes again.

And each time he fell into a deep sleep, his subconscious struggled mightily to drag his soul back hard from the Yellow Fountain by sheer force of will.

"I don't want to die ......"

His dry lips were opening and closing repeatedly, murmuring uncontrollably.

Finally, once he woke up, he saw a middle-aged doctor at his bedside-doctors in isolation suits all look pretty much the same-but that day, he raised his eyes, and the figure checking on him crashed straight into them, and, as if blessed, he wailed-- "-

"Dr. Qin ......"

The doctor froze for a moment, his masked face turning, compassionate eyes meeting desperate ones.

Xie Qingcheng had never met Qin Ciyan, he had only heard people talk about his attending physician when he was briefly awake, but in this moment, the first time he saw the man, he knew it had to be him.

The mortal who was as hard as a rock, as merciful as the earth, holding the line of death and sawing it off.

The teenager stared at him in a daze, trying to reach out, trying to move, but unable to do so.

He looked away and tears trickled down his scarred face.

"Dr. Qin, save me ...... will you save me ...... I don't want to die yet ......"

"I can't die yet ......"

The teenager's voice was like a dying milk cat under serious injury, so miserable and pitiful, yet in that pitifulness, there seemed to be something that ordinary terminally ill patients did not have.

Qin Ciyan's heart was hit hard by exactly that kind of thing.

He sensed that the teenager had finally said "can't" and no longer "don't want to".

But he didn't think much about it for a while; he was worried that his patient's condition was worsening, and he was busy calming him down, "It's all right, son, it's all right. You must think of living well yourself, and you leave the rest to me. There's still me, son, I'll protect you. I will save you."

He held Xie Qingcheng's cold hand--

Xie Qingcheng Suddenly closed his eyes, tears weeping into the pillow.

"I'll protect you."

"And then there's me. ......"

The child's hand was held by the man's hand, like a father coming back to earth from the pouring rain to hold his son who was still struggling for an answer on earth.

How long has it been ......

Xie Qingcheng recalls the day he was informed by Zheng Jingfeng and his group that something had happened to his parents, and then followed the police car to the scene.

The crime site is very close to the school, when he arrived, the coroner has not yet put the body killed forensic good, Zheng Jingfeng originally asked them to put the body first with a white cloth cover, but they arrived, the coroner has not yet had time to do this step.

So Xie Qingcheng saw his parents' bodies with his own eyes, saw their crushed bodies, their broken shoulder patches.

It was in that moment that he truly understood, saw with shocking clarity - his mom and dad, were truly gone.

Never to return.

He lost control, went berserk, and broke down in tears in front of people, even though he was prevented from pouncing by his parents' coworkers.

That was the last time he possessed the weakness that belongs to a child before the broken remains of his parents.

Later, Xie Qingcheng never cried like this again.

Even when cremated, even when he said goodbye to his parents' remains at a sad funeral, he never shed a tear again.

Because he knows that there are no elders left in their family.

From now on in front of all the sufferings, tortures, dangers ...... and even deaths in the world, the first one who has to stand up and face them is him, he is the biggest one in the family, and he has to protect the people behind him.

Until this moment, Xie Qingcheng seemed to have finally received a moment of mercy from heaven, as if he could be that thirteen year old child again, his tears kept flowing down his face.

--It's been six months since Dad left, and finally someone has held his hand like this, and said to him, who is actually only thirteen years old, a real--

"I'll protect you."

Xie Qingcheng, choking between pain and helplessness, softly called out, "Dad ......"

"Are you back ......"

"Can you not go ...... don't go out ...... it's raining outside ......"

"It's raining so hard, Dad ...... you and Mom don't go ...... you don't go ......"

"Please ......"

"Go Home ......"

After hearing these words, Qin Ciyan's figure suddenly stiffened for some reason, and Xie Qingcheng murmured something indistinctly and gradually slipped into unconsciousness-he didn't see Qin Ciyan's eyes moistening at that moment.

On the eve of New Year's Eve that year, Xie Qingcheng's condition suddenly deteriorated dramatically after a miraculous struggle for more than ten days.

He stared blankly at the flickering night scene outside the walkway before he was wheeled to the resuscitation room.

Snow has fallen in Yanzhou.

Snow as big as goose feathers drifted, he had never seen such white snow in Jiangnan before.

"My sister's name is Xie Xue ......" he murmured something like this, "She's only five years old, a little bit older ...... "

After this surgery, although Xie Qingcheng's life was saved for the time being, YANU-ASI felt that the child should not be allowed to continue his treatment here.

This is a patient who could die at any moment.

He should go home. Dying away from home isn't too happy an ending.

Of course - there are other reasons, too, only none of them are as crowning as this one in the end.

Although Qin Ciyan was notorious, he was not at the point of being able to argue with everyone, and in the end, the leadership of the hospital talked to him, saying that it was debatable, but in fact, it was already a dead end.

Xie Qingcheng was forced to leave Yan University, and Qin Ciyan contacted a local acquaintance in Huzhou to have him admitted to a private hospital.

On the day he was admitted to the hospital, Qin Ciyan was with him the whole time.

I don't know what made him pay so much attention to this child. Perhaps it was the child's strong willpower, so strong that it made even Qin Ciyan feel admiration, or perhaps it was the fact that what happened to him was so pitiful that it made Prof. Qin feel even more compassionate than before, or perhaps it was the mournful cry of father that Xie Qingcheng cried out before he fell unconscious that reminded him that he himself was also a father.

If one day he is gone and his daughter stays on this earth and something like this happens to her, how heartbroken would he be watching from heaven?

And then or ......

He didn't think further, for the teenager suddenly called to him--

"Professor Qin."

"Can I still live ......" In the private hospital in Huzhou, Xie Qingcheng lying in bed, so thick bedding, covered by such a thin body, so that the ripples on the surface of the quilt can not be seen.

The teenager was wasted and nearly disembodied, his whole body gray and gaunt.

Only those dark eyes, still so bright, looking straight up at him--

"I don't want my sister to become an orphan."

"......"

"I don't want her to live in an orphanage ......"

"......"

"You save me ...... whatever it takes ...... it will be ......"

"Please ......"

After struggling for many days, Qin Ciyan finally made up his mind that he was going to take a chance on something.

Except for him and Xie Qingcheng, almost no one knew about the incident, and even Qin Ciyan's wife and daughter were kept in the dark.

-- When Qin Ciyan was in the U.S., he met many of the best and brightest in the medical science world.

One of his old classmates, with whom he had a close personal relationship, was a researcher at a life science institute in the U.S., responsible for scientific research on the project of cell regeneration.

Cellular regeneration is a formidable mountain that mankind must conquer in order to overcome disease and death. And that old classmate, while strolling down the streets of Brooklyn with Qin Ciyan, had said meaningfully--

"We've explored farther down that road than any agency in any country, ever."

At that time, the old student wanted to keep Qin Ciyan in the United States to work with them, and they had a very powerful medical worker in their team, but there was an experimental accident a few years ago, and the researcher died.

Although there were other people to take his place, unfortunately, they were not as capable. His old classmates therefore wanted to extend an olive branch to Qin Ciyan, but Qin Ciyan was not a fan of this kind of radical and risky research, and politely declined the offer several times. The old classmate felt sorry for Qin Ciyan, but still asked his superior to take him to one of the company's laboratories before he left.

In that lab, where there were patients suffering from malignant diseases who volunteered to test the drug, Qin Ciyan did see the amazing restorative power of that particular agent, called RN-13, on patients.

As he leaned over to scrutinize the effects of skin regeneration in a severely burned patient after using RN-13, his old classmate smiled and asked him, "How about it, change your mind? Maybe this drug can change the history of human medicine, Old Qin, you're such a good person, you wouldn't want to be a doctor for the rest of your life."

Qin Ciyan pushed up his glasses and straightened up as he looked at the obviously homeless subject before saying, "...... I'm not a big fan of this ...... approach of yours. Though maybe in your state, this kind of experimentation is legal. But you know me."

He also politely laughed with his old classmate, "I'm just a coward, a regular guy. I prefer to be honest and follow the rules of research and development of medicines, it's hard for me to be an ...... how to say, innovator like you guys?"

"I'm sorry, but this is my last option."

--

He Yu s face had changed when he heard RN-13.

It was the same drug that Lv Zhishu had taken when he was pregnant in order to survive. He Jiwei told him that this drug was indeed developed for cell regeneration, and in a way, it could be considered a miracle drug for the living dead. But modern medicine has not yet developed to this point, RN-13 has serious instability and danger, it has not been ethically verified, has not been carried out a large number of animal experiments, and there is a lack of cases of human consumption.

After Lv Zhishu took RN-13, she began to lose her appearance, her temperament changed drastically, and even the child in her womb was seriously affected, He Yu was born with neurological deficiencies, and when he grew up, he was recognized as suffering from the rare psychiatric Ai Bola disease. These are the consequences of RN-13.

He Yu could not help but ask Xie Qingcheng: "Do you ...... you also ......"

"No normal person can get back on their feet, scars healed, looks restored, cells regenerated, after a car accident like that." Xie Qingcheng said, "- and yes, Qin Ciyan broke his own rules to save me - he asked those Americans for a full dose of RN-13 ......"

In the pale, cold light, he slowly closed his eyes.

"And I took all the pills."

"You served RN-13--? That you ...... that you ......" He Yu's voice was trembling, "Did you ...... "

The words that He Jiwei once said once again surfaced in He Yu's ears:

"RN13 is destined to be an immature drug, it is too ambitious, and the proposition of cell regeneration, the ultimate challenge issued to human diseases, is simply impossible to realize with the current medical technology. It does have strong restorative properties, and can even reverse failing organs so that patients can be saved. But its side effects have also revealed themselves in you and your mother."

"All this happened inevitably, despite the very small doses and careful usage given to you by the pharmacists of the time."

"Your disease is caused by RN-13."

He Yu suddenly turned over from the water and stood up straight, clutching Xie Qingcheng's arm, they were only half a meter away from the dome at this time.

One step away from death.

And it was in front of this step that Xie Qingcheng was finally willing to tell him the truth.

He Yu felt his marrow freeze, but not because death was imminent, his pupils contracted tightly-

"You ......"

Xie Qingcheng still had his eyes closed, he didn't look at He Yu's face, his forehead hair was stained with crystal water droplets, and one drop of water fell from the end of his eye.

Falling to wet sideburns.

Xie Qingcheng said, "I am the one who has used RN-13 in the largest dose. In the domestic cases, No. 1, No. 2, No. 3, and you ......4 have all been more or less affected by this drug and become mentally distorted ...... But He Yu, have you ever thought that there is one case missing. All disease cases are not cataloged from #1, there will be a case #0. Even though I wasn't the first to use RN-13, I was the first to give the full course of treatment as they required."

It was as if a huge mountain had collapsed, rocks rolled down, and the earth cracked and the sky crumbled.

He Yu's pupils contracted tightly, and Xie Qingcheng's words seemed to have come from a very distant place--

"Like you, I am a sufferer of the mental Ai Bola disease. The only person in the country who is still alive and in full control of his mental state and has mentally overcome the disease. My number is, Initial."

He Yu suddenly loses his color: "You're - the First Emperor?!!!"