Xi Jin: "Why an ophthalmology operating room?"

Shi Ling: "Because he went there."

As he spoke, Shi Ling had already checked the surveillance footage, proving that the body had indeed been taken to the ophthalmology operating room.

Surprise flashed across Xi Jin's eyes.

Shi Ling exuded a sense of knowing and mastering the overall situation. However, what she knew didn't seem to be derived from logical reasoning, but rather like an unfounded prophecy.

Xi Jin asked her tentatively, "Can you tell fortunes?"

Shi Ling: "I'm not a charlatan."

Then how do you know?

Xi Jin looked at Shi Ling's matter-of-fact expression and didn't ask. He knew Shi Ling would definitely say "I just know." He was afraid she herself couldn't explain the reason.

Xi Jin asked, "There's no surgery scheduled in the ophthalmology operating room. What is he doing there?"

At this moment, Su Xingwan started pointing at the screen in shock again and yelled, "Look, there's another one. What are these two corpses plotting in the middle of the night? Are they angry that the hospital didn't save them, so they're going to blow it up together?"

Shi Ling: "...That person is alive."

"Zhou Ze, Chief Ophthalmologist."

Xi Jin was slightly surprised when he recognized the person.

…

Dawn breaks.

“It worked.”

Zhou Ze calmly completed the last step and finally showed a hint of emotion.

He was extremely nervous the entire night. He had seen Tang Mingchu perform countless bone, tooth, and artificial cornea surgeries and had practiced countless times as his assistant, but this was the first time he personally performed the surgery.

With Tang Mingchu's assistance, the operation was completed smoothly.

Tang Mingchu also smiled, "Zhou Ze, you did a great job. I'll be relying on you from now on."

Zhou Ze looked at the person next to him and felt that his smile was full of farewell, just like the morning mist that would dissipate when the sun came out, making it impossible to keep it.

Zhou Ze: "Tang Mingchu, do you really have to leave? Think about your son. When Zichen asks me, 'Uncle Zhou, why hasn't my dad finished get off work yet?' How should I answer him? And my sister-in-law, she's still so young. Can you bear to let her raise the child alone?"

Tang Mingchu meticulously and carefully put the surgical instruments back in place, removing his gloves and mask. The corpse spots on his face became even more pronounced. He remained silent and didn't respond to Zhou Ze's words.

He didn't dare think about what he imagined.

"I have to return the body. Otherwise, Xiguang Hospital will be haunted. And this young man agreed to lend me his body, and I can't delay the cremation."

Tang Mingchu packed up everything and walked towards the door. A moment before opening it, he turned back and said to Zhou Ze in a hoarse voice, "Tell Zichen and my wife that I love them and that I am sorry for them. Ask them and the hospital to give up on my treatment. There's no need to waste money and resources on something impossible. After I die, my body will be donated to the hospital, along with my corneas and other usable organs. All my knowledge has already been wasted, so don't waste the rest that can save lives."

He gave light to many people, but in the end he fell into darkness and no one could give him light.

He has no resentment, just regrets, and he just hopes to have fewer regrets before leaving.

Zhou Ze's emotions completely collapsed. "Tang Mingchu, go and speak yourself! How can I speak?"

Tang Mingchu just smiled, he knew Zhou Ze would help him.

However, the moment he opened the door, he was slightly stunned.

"Good morning, Dr. Tang."