Chapter 89 Chapter 89 Mr. Yu, we...

In W City, the newly built International Medical Center is brightly lit and bustling with people.

After several years of meticulous preparation and construction, this medical complex, designed by Xi Tong and backed by Luo Xuanji Capital, which integrates cutting-edge intelligent technology with humanistic care concepts, finally held its results release conference and major breakthrough media meeting.

On the huge LED screen, the revolutionary achievements made in the intelligent early warning and intervention system for acute cardiovascular and cerebrovascular diseases are being displayed.

Through real-time linkage between wearable devices and community medical networks and central databases, the onset warning time of high-risk groups can be advanced by several hours, and the nearest professional medical resources can be automatically deployed for intervention, greatly reducing the mortality and disability rates.

Xi Tong stood on the podium of the press conference, wearing a simple and neat white suit, with exquisite makeup and a calm temperament.

She confidently and calmly explained the concept and value of the project to the many media and industry experts in the audience.

"…Therefore, we firmly believe that the significance of technology lies in empowering people, breaking down barriers, and ensuring that those who need it most have access to the most effective medical resources at the most critical moments."

Xitong's voice was clearly transmitted throughout the venue through the microphone, with clear logic and powerful voice.

When it came time for questions from the media, a reporter took the microphone and steered his question towards a more personal topic: "Mr. Xi, I understand that this project, especially the establishment of the acute disease intervention system, has deep roots in your personal experience. Could you please tell us what inspired you to commit so resolutely to this field?"

This question was somewhat unexpected and involved privacy. The audience instantly became quiet and all eyes were focused on Xitong.

Xitong's grip on the microphone tightened slightly, but her eyes did not evade, instead became deeper and more honest.

She was silent for a few seconds, as if she was gathering her thoughts or gathering her courage. Then, she raised her head, her gaze calmly sweeping across the room, and spoke slowly, her voice carrying a subtle heaviness that was barely noticeable compared to before:

"Yes, the original intention of this project does stem from a very painful past of mine."

She paused, and you could hear a pin drop in the conference hall.

"Many years ago, my parents committed suicide by jumping off a building and were sent to the hospital."

Her voice remained steady, but if one listened closely, one could detect a slight, suppressed tremor. "If they had been able to get a more accurate assessment of the injury and perform more timely and effective surgery... perhaps the outcome would have been different."

She did not describe in detail the tragic circumstances of her parents' death, nor did she exaggerate her own sorrow, but the tragedy, through her calm narration, weighed heavily on everyone's heart.

"It took me a long time to get over the loss of my loved ones."

She continued, her eyes gradually becoming firm and bright, "It is this kind of pain that has made me deeply aware of what the accessibility of medical resources, the speed of response, and the accuracy of decision-making mean to patients and their families."

"I don't want to see similar tragedies happen to other families because of poor information, misallocation of resources or delayed response."

Her tone became strong and forceful, with an unquestionable determination.

"This is why this project was born. We hope to use the power of technology to make up for the occasional limitations of human resources and build a stronger and faster bridge of life. So that every life can be better supported in critical moments and have a greater hope of survival."

As she finished speaking, there was a moment of silence in the venue, and then a warm and long-lasting applause broke out.

Yu Sixie, standing at the backstage entrance, looked at Xi Tong on the stage, his eyes filled with pride and deep love.

He knew that she had finally walked out of the haze of the past, and in her own way, she had put an end to everything in the past and brought new hope to countless people.

Xitong stood amid the applause and bowed slightly.

At that moment, she seemed to see the relieved smiles of her parents and grandmother, looking at her from afar on the other side of time.

The pain of the past has not disappeared, but it is no longer a shackle. Instead, it has become the most solid foundation under her feet, supporting her towards a farther and brighter future.

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The project's celebration banquet in City B was grand and successful.

The partners booked the top-floor restaurant, and as they drank and chatted, they were filled with anticipation for the future and praise for Xitong's abilities.

She handled the situation calmly, and her words and actions showed that of a mature and capable leader.

After the celebration banquet, it happened to be a weekend.

The sky in City B is rarely clear, and the autumn breeze brings a refreshing coolness.

Xi Tong did not rush back to W City. Instead, she said to Yu Sixie, who had accompanied her, "Come with me to a place."

"Where do you want to go?"

Yu Sixie put his arm around her shoulders and spoke in an indulgent tone.

Xitong gazed out the window at the familiar yet unfamiliar city scene, her eyes a bit distant. "Jing'an Temple. I want to find someone, or rather, to confirm a memory."

She didn't say it explicitly, but Yu Sixie vaguely guessed something from her slightly complicated look.

He didn't ask any more questions, just nodded: "Okay."

The two drove to the familiar ancient temple.

The autumn sun casts a warm hue on the red walls and golden tiles, the incense is still burning brightly, and the sound of Buddhist chanting is still low.

Xitong walked through the bustling crowd of pilgrims and went straight to the corner where he met the fortune teller based on his memory.

There are still many tourists and believers outside the temple.

Her eyes searched the surroundings anxiously.

She remembered clearly that the old man who pointed out her "evil fate" was sitting here.

However, after waiting for a long time, he still did not show up.

There were only a few young tourists taking pictures and a monk sweeping up fallen leaves.

Xi Tong did not give up, and took Yu Sixie to look around several times, asking several older monks if they had seen an old monk with a gaunt face who was telling fortunes for people outside the temple gate.

The answers I got were all shakes of head.

"Donor, there are no monks who stay here permanently in the temple."

"I have no impression of the master you are talking about."

It was as if the old man had never existed.

Xitong stood outside the temple gate with a hint of loss on his face.

"It seems... it can't be found."

She said softly, with an indescribable sense of melancholy in her tone.

Yu Sixie walked over to her, held her slightly cold hand, and said gently, "Perhaps, fate has its own destiny. He appeared when you needed guidance, completed his 'cause and effect', and then left."

Xi Tong turned her head and looked at Yu Sixie, emotions surging in her eyes.

She remembered that it was here that the fortune teller told her that after breaking up, her life would be smooth sailing.

Although the words were abstruse and even harsh, they seemed to be guiding their fate in some mysterious way.

"That year, he told me right here that there was an ill-fated relationship between us."

Xitong finally spoke, her voice was very soft, as if she was afraid of disturbing the memory.

Yu Sixie held her hand tightly, his eyes firm: "It's fate or destiny, not determined by heaven, but by human effort. Haven't we already come this far?"

Xitong looked at him, saw the unwavering affection and determination in his eyes, and the sense of loss in her heart due to not being able to find him gradually dissipated, replaced by a sense of relief and warmth.

Yes, no matter whether the old man is a true master or a coincidence arranged by fate, what is important is that they have achieved their own perfection through their own choices, persistence and trust in each other.

She took one last look at the corner, then looked away and smiled at Yu Sixie: "Come in and take a look."

Stepping into the backyard of Jing'an Temple, the hustle and bustle seems to be isolated by an invisible threshold.

Unlike the front hall where there is a lot of incense, here is a deep bamboo forest.

The sunlight was filtered by the dense bamboo leaves into fine golden spots, which sprinkled on the winding bluestone path.

The wind blew through the bamboo forest, making a slight rustling sound. The sound was not loud, but instead made the surroundings even more ethereal and quiet.

The air is filled with the freshness of bamboo leaves and the faint scent of sandalwood, which is refreshing.

Walking along the path, you can see a corner of the temple's eaves exposed among the bamboo forest, which is ancient and quiet.

Occasionally, a monk in robes would walk by quietly, with a leisurely pace and a peaceful expression.

The atmosphere here is transparent and peaceful, as if it can wash away all the troubles and fatigue brought by the world.

Xi Tong didn't say anything, but just walked quietly. Yu Sixie also stayed beside her tacitly, enjoying this rare tranquility.

Walking in this quiet place, many scenes flashed through Xitong's mind like a kaleidoscope.

She recalled that after finishing her tutoring job in college, every time she passed by this place, she felt sad about the hardships of life and the impermanence of life.

Thinking of the seven years I spent with Su Luyao and Xiaozhi.

Thinking back to when she lost her memory, Wen Yanming brought her here, and she lost everything and returned to the blank starting point.

Thinking back to the twists and turns, temptations, misunderstandings, and ultimately the stronger trust that Yu Sixie and I had experienced after regaining our memories.

I recall the last time I spent with my grandmother in W City, the birth of Linlin, and the transformation of the project from a blueprint into reality...

There are bitterness and sweetness, tears and laughter, separation and reunion, despair and hope.

These complicated past events were once tangled in her heart like a tangled mess.

But at this moment, in this transparent and quiet bamboo forest, looking back at all this, Xitong suddenly felt an unprecedented sense of peace and fulfillment.

Those pains have not been forgotten, but they are no longer sharp, but have turned into the thickness of life; those joys are still vivid, they are like light, illuminating the way forward.

All her experiences, good and bad, have shaped her into who she is today—a more complete and calm Xitong who knows what she wants and has the power to protect herself.

She stopped and looked up.

My eyes passed through the gaps between the swaying bamboo leaves, looking at the clear blue sky that was cut into countless fragments.

Then, she suddenly turned her head and looked at Yu Sixie who had been silently accompanying her.

His profile appeared particularly clear and steady in the mottled light and shadow, and his eyes, which were always deep, were looking at her gently.

A thought, without any warning, yet incredibly naturally arose from the bottom of her heart, and she blurted out:

"Yu Sixie," her voice was soft, but like a pebble dropped into a calm lake, creating clear ripples in the quiet bamboo forest, "Let's get married."

It's not a question, nor a temptation, but a calm and firm statement after the dust has settled.

Yu Sixie was obviously stunned, his pupils slightly dilated, looking at her in disbelief.

He never thought that he would hear these words from her mouth.

Seeing his rare stunned expression, Xitong's lips curled up into a faint smile that was filled with relief and incomparable certainty. She softly repeated it with a subtle hint of teasing and deeper affection:

"I say, Mr. Yu, let's...get married."

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