When news of Song Xia's critical illness spread through the news, it immediately caused a sensation in society.
"Professor Song is so skilled, how could he be critically ill with a germ infection?"
"I can't believe this is real, it must be fake news, right?"
"The saying goes that a doctor cannot heal himself. It's a pity that Professor Song is still so young."
"He's just critically ill; it doesn't necessarily mean there's no hope of recovery. Are there really no talented people left in the country?"
"I heard that Professor Song was infected with a new type of virus. In order to prevent the virus from spreading, she locked herself in the laboratory until she developed a reagent. Unfortunately, at this time, Professor Song's multiple organs failed due to the infection, which is why she became critically ill."
After seeing this comment, countless netizens fell silent. They felt sorry for Song Xia, but also admired her.
"It's even more unacceptable. Professor Song is such a good person. She should have lived to be a hundred years old."
"Why do good people not live long? Someone like me, who is of no use to society, is full of energy. If I could, I would lend my life to Professor Song, since I have no value in living anyway."
"Don't say that upstairs. Professor Song is so dedicated because he hopes that we can all live longer and healthier lives."
"Not wasting life is the greatest respect we can show to Professor Song."
"I sincerely wish Professor Song a safe journey."
In an instant, the entire internet was filled with prayers for Song Xia's recovery, but those who knew the inside story felt even more heartbroken, because they knew that the illness was beyond saving.
When Song Jiao and Song Jun arrived, Song Xia was speechless. Looking at the two choked with grief, she could only blink.
"Sister, we're sorry, we know, we dreamed about it."
"Sister, will we have a next life?"
There were other people in the ward. The two didn't say it explicitly, but those two sentences were enough for Song Xia to understand.
Although all her organs had failed, she didn't feel any pain thanks to the elixir Xiaoling bought. Her mind was perfectly clear, so she was extremely surprised that Song Jiao and Song Jun still had a chance to know about her past life.
Seeing the pained and remorseful expressions on their faces, Song Xia felt a sense of relief. It was good that they knew; now they would understand why she had been so cold to them all these years.
As for the next life, there is no next life. Being sisters in two lifetimes is enough!
So Song Xia slowly shook her head, and Song Jiao and Song Jun were even more devastated: "We are not worthy of you, sister. As long as you are well, we will never get in your way again."
"Sister, don't worry, we won't be so selfish anymore. We will put more effort into doing good deeds in the future."
"Sis, please don't scare us, okay?"
"Please, you must get better."
However, Song Xia ultimately did not live up to their wishes. A few hours later, the machine could no longer maintain her vital signs, and Song Xia closed her eyes and passed away. The ward was filled with grief.
When the obituary was released, the whole country fell silent. Cars on the road stopped, pedestrians stood in silence to mourn, the flagpole lowered the flag to half-mast in her honor, and even the usually professional news anchor had tears in his eyes and choked up.
Over the years, almost everyone knows about her contributions to society. Major websites have turned black and white, and even the United Nations lowered its flag to half-mast. Many countries reported the news immediately and introduced her life story. It is no exaggeration to say that her achievements in the medical field are unparalleled. She is a treasure not only in China but also in the world.
The will had been prepared long ago. Over the years, thanks to the prize money from various awards, as well as her salary and patent fees, Song Xia had accumulated a considerable fortune. She did not leave her estate to Song Jiao and Song Jun, but donated it all to the laboratory and medical foundation.
The exposure of his will has garnered even more respect from netizens. It's said that Professor Song lived a very simple and frugal life, yet he ultimately left his legacy to society. Such a life is something most people would never have done. It's ironic that some people mocked Professor Song when he bought his first car; now, it's a stark contrast. Professor Song dedicated his life to the people; didn't he deserve a nice car? Especially considering that car was a reward from an organization. If an ordinary person possessed such a vast fortune as Professor Song, they would probably have indulged in unbridled luxury. But Professor Song never thought of enjoying himself; he only focused on developing new drugs. Professor Song was probably the most considerate person to his family, second only to his parents and relatives.
In a short time, people spontaneously began to build shrines and erect monuments for Song Xia, and revered her as a medical immortal, saying that this was just a tribulation to return to the upper realm.
The netizens who originally did not believe in ghosts and gods quickly accepted this explanation, because only gods could be so noble, and from now on they would all be Professor Song's followers.
Song Jiao and Song Jun had no objections to the will. They had already achieved financial freedom and had no reason to covet their sister's inheritance. Moreover, what right did they have to question or covet it? In this life, the fact that their sister hadn't sought revenge on them was already an act of kindness on her part.
Aside from the distribution of her estate, Song Xia made no prior arrangements for her funeral. In the end, Song Jiao, Song Jun, and her students bought the best public offerings for her. On the day of her funeral, the people of City A spontaneously gathered on both sides of the street to see her off.
There were no arguments online that day; even the trolls who would argue even when they were wrong fell silent.
As the urn was covered, Song Jiao and Song Jun could no longer bear the grief and were caught by their children and grandchildren before being taken to the hospital.
The two of them spent almost half a year in the hospital due to this illness, and after being discharged, their energy and spirit were completely different.
They had always been involved in charity work, and became even more passionate about helping the disadvantaged. Despite the objections of their children and grandchildren, they devoted half of their wealth to charitable causes.
Song Jiao looked at her descendants with righteous indignation: "My money is what I earned, and how I distribute it is my own business. It's not that I haven't left you any; if you want more, go earn it yourselves. If I don't give it to you, you have no right to make demands."
Her descendants were intimidated by her firm attitude and dared not argue further, fearing that if they did, the portion originally intended for them would be taken back.
As for Song Jun, although he relinquished his power after retirement, many people were still willing to give him face due to his former connections. Relying on these remaining relationships, he spared no effort in recommending those who genuinely worked for the people, hoping to benefit more people in the process.
Years later, when the two were too old to move, they still did as much good as possible.
Song Jiao gave a bitter smile: "We are still selfish after all. We want to use this merit to exchange for a chance to be with my sister in another life."
Song Jun lowered his eyes: "If not, I hope that heaven will take into account our daily prayers and give all the merit to my sister so that she can have a better life in the next life."
At this moment, Song Xia, who had already entered the next world, looked at the surging energy and sighed helplessly.
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