"May I ask who Mr. Huo is?"
The sudden question broke the somewhat eerie silence.
Huo Yeshuo raised his head, his gaze deep and intense.
"Um, a lady asked me to bring this up to you."
Huo Yeshuo's gaze lingered on the transparent packaging bag for a moment.
Where is she?
"...I don't know, she just asked me to run errands for her."
Huo Yeshuo withdrew his gaze: "Just put it on the table, thank you."
The shop assistant sensed something was wrong and quickly put down the items and made a hasty retreat.
The doctor standing next to Huo Yeshuo exchanged a glance, then stepped forward and handed him a stack of documents: "Mr. Huo, the patient has been confirmed as brain dead. Please accept our condolences."
"The patient signed a body donation agreement before his death. Body and organ donation is a transplant surgery that races against time. It has strict surgical requirements and also requires precise timing."
"The body's cells remain alive for four to six minutes after the heart has completely stopped beating, and these few minutes are the optimal time for organ harvesting."
Huo Yeshuo looked at the person on the hospital bed. She was wearing her favorite red woolen hat, and her black braids hung down in front of her chest. She looked like she was sleeping peacefully.
It looked like she was about to open her eyes at any moment, laughing and joking, wanting me to take her out to play.
"Mr. Huo?"
"I understand." Huo Yeshuo left the ward seemingly calmly.
The specialist doctor in charge of the donation had been waiting outside for a long time. Upon receiving permission, he immediately moved the gurney inside.
Huo Yeshuo stood outside the door, gazing at the afterglow of the setting sun by the window, watching the lone bird return to its nest.
His gaze was like a still, stagnant pool.
Suddenly, he saw a figure on the bench in the small garden downstairs.
From his perspective, Lin Zhenzhen had her head down and her hands were obediently placed on her knees.
A warm light shone on her, giving her a beautiful golden trim.
Huo Yeshuo's heart suddenly felt heavy, not heavy, but like a kite string that had been adrift for a long time finally being held in someone's hand, a sense of peace and security.
With thoughts finding their home, the confusion and helplessness that had been suppressed deep within my mind seemed to find their direction in an instant.
It was as if the gentle breeze carrying his face was now damp, moistening his once barren and arid interior.
Just then, a crisp sound came from inside the house.
"Mr. Huo, I'm so sorry, I accidentally broke your things."
Huo Yeshuo stared at the milky white liquid slowly spreading on the floor, feeling as if something had suddenly struck his heart, and he felt inexplicably flustered.
Seeing his terribly serious expression, the nurse immediately said, "I'm so sorry, I'll buy you another bottle right away."
"It's alright, it's nothing."
There seems to be something else inside the bag.
Huo Yeshuo looked at the pale yellow notepad, the writing on it blurred by milk, like a glacier slowly melting under the scorching sun, becoming a blurry mess.
Only three neat and elegant characters can be vaguely seen in the lower right corner.
'Aya Shiro'.
Although somewhat displeased that the "gift" Lin Zhenzhen had given him for the first time had been damaged, he still calmly accepted the note.
"It doesn't matter."
At that moment, Huo Yeshuo thought that such small talk and concern were just ordinary daily occurrences.
Because he had made up his mind that no matter what method he used, he would keep her firmly by his side.
Whether it's genuine or feigned.
He can give her everything she wants.
They have a long future ahead of them.
(This little world ends)
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"Is she that number?"
Lin Zhenzhen struggled to open her eyes, and the first thing she saw was a large expanse of luminous green nebula floating in the air.
"She doesn't seem special, so why did you go to so much trouble to bring her back to the main system?"
Lin Zhenzhen's thoughts gradually returned.
That's right, she remembered that a second before she fainted, the system said that it would send her directly back to the Imperial Quick Transmigration System.
So this is...
Lin Zhenzhen stared at the gold-stamped embroidery on the chest of the person in front of her. It was a small rectangular piece of light blue background with two green vine patterns surrounding it, and the words "Imperial Quick Transmigration Research Department" were printed in a complicated script.
“You’re very calm, Number.” The man she was looking at bent down, and a minimalist smiley face made of lines appeared on the electronic screen on his head.
"I can see that you are smart and courageous. With these two qualities, you do have the potential to become an excellent transmigration host."
The man paused for a moment: "It's just a pity."
His words ended abruptly there.
The airflow behind them suddenly twisted, as if space had been torn open out of thin air, and two men in identical uniforms stepped out of the black hole.
"Team leader, everything is ready."
"Okay, take the person over there and destroy them immediately." The man's tone was relaxed and cheerful, as if discussing the weather today were a trivial matter.
Lin Zhenzhen's heart sank. Clearly, the destruction here was fundamentally different from the infinite restart of death in the quick transmigration world.
What he meant was true and complete annihilation.
"Wait, I have something to say."
The man paused slightly in his steps.
He turned his head away, but instead of looking at Lin Zhenzhen, he spoke to the other two staff members.
"Keep her mouth shut, and try to be discreet. If you see the disciplinary department's sign, remember to take a detour."
"clear."
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