Another car accident occurred.
According to reports, someone had previously taken a photo of Song Yize on a small island. Subsequent reports indicated that the person who was on the island had suddenly disappeared overnight.
What exactly happened?
"How come there's another you?"
Fan Siwen's question left Mo Yang completely bewildered.
This was the first time he had ever heard about this.
"That couldn't be me. I've been with you all the whole time."
"I know, but what benefit does this person get from impersonating you?"
The person who had been silent in the corner was also somewhat shocked.
He took Fan Siwen's phone and looked at it, then zoomed in on the person in front of him proportionally, and instantly a little expression appeared on his listless face.
"This person—is exactly like you, how did they do that?"
Mo Yang looked at Fan Siwen beside him, racking his brains but still couldn't come up with an answer. He asked the man again, "What technological inventions are there now that can do this? Not the kind of skin grafts you see in TV dramas."
Without a second thought, Fan Siwen gave him an answer: "Cloning! They've been talking about it for years, but there haven't been any reports since."
"But isn't cloning prohibited? It's said to be against common sense."
"Listen to him. There are plenty of clones abroad. Which celebrity or politician doesn't have a clone? It's so convenient to harvest organs in no time if they get sick."
"Isn't this just a fabrication to grab attention?"
"Would you like me to take you to see it?"
Fan Siwen spoke the truth, and Chen Lili was skeptical. This conversation also woke up the person lying in the hospital bed.
What are you talking about?
Upon hearing the familiar voice, Mo Yang immediately ran out to call the doctor.
After a thorough examination, it was confirmed that he was out of danger and all vital signs were stable. Everyone was overjoyed.
"The patient cannot move around too much and needs to stay in the hospital for a period of time to recuperate before being discharged."
"I know, I know."
After seeing the nurse off, Fan Siwen jumped directly to Mo Yang's bedside, attempting to hug him, but Mo Yang stopped her in time as he walked in. Fan Siwen was still not satisfied and kept bothering the person on the bed, asking all sorts of questions, "Are you hungry? What do you want to eat? Do you want some barbecue? Tell me what you want to eat, and I'll buy it for you."
Mo Yang's gaze at the speaker couldn't be more ruthless.
The person in bed was used to it.
"It's okay, you can eat it if you want, and I can just smell it."
Looking at the boy on the bed, Mo Yang felt for the first time that he was actually so great.
But seeing Fan Siwen's eager attempt, he stopped him on the spot.
"I'll order a few light dishes. Everyone just came back from the desert, and their bodies can't absorb anything too greasy." With that, he quickly placed the order.
Fan Siwen looked at the vegetarian dishes on the table with resentment. Although they were not to her liking, she ate with extra relish because there were many people and she hadn't been eating well lately.
After dinner, while taking out the trash, Fan Siwen promptly reminded Song Yize, "You should buy a few hats. We're all considered dangerous now, and we might be targeted by someone at any time. Especially you."
After hearing Fan Siwen's news, Mo Yang suddenly had a clear understanding of the stares he had been receiving these past few days.
After listening to Fan Siwen's advice, I ordered four hats.
When I returned to the ward, it was as if the painful and long wait had never happened. Several people were chatting happily, and their voices could be heard in the corridor.
"You say everyone's developing robots, so why are there still people researching androids? No matter how powerful they are, can they even beat a block of iron in hand-to-hand combat?"
"It's likely to create people with special abilities! It can't be an ordinary person."
"You mean they created a professor with special abilities?"
"Shhh."
After everyone finished booing, Mo Yang walked in at the opportune moment.
"Special ability? The kind that shoots lasers from its head and can knock down buildings?"
"What you're describing is something that robots can actually do. As for androids, it's hard to say."
"Didn't some scientists predict that as humanity develops, many deformed people will appear, making it difficult for them to compete with robots? Is it to restrain robots that we started the human creation program?"
"Which bullshit scientist told you that? Besides, what deformed person? The kind with six arms and six eyes?"
"Do you think it's possible that the appearance of these people is the result of the failure of those artificial humans? Once they are discovered, they will have proof to share, and if they are not discovered, they are their failed products."
"If you ask me, not believing in ghosts or evil spirits is better than anything else."
Mo Yang promptly picked up where everyone was talking.
He was defeated by everyone's laughter and jokes.
The hat delivered to Mo Yang's hospital was picked up at the designated location, following the hospital's signs.
As Mo Yang approached the delivery point, he looked at his phone number and searched for his package.
He picked it up, and in that brief moment of looking up, a car sped by and knocked him down.
Mo Yang saw the person fly down to a spot a few meters away.
His mind wouldn't allow him to make any unnecessary reactions; he dropped what he was holding and ran over as fast as he could.
He pushed through the crowd of onlookers and came to the man's side.
The ground was covered in blood, and the person lying on the ground seemed to have lost all strength, lying weakly in the pool of blood.
Upon seeing the person before him, "Professor..."
"Don't speak, I'll call someone right now, doctor, doctor..." The desperate cries echoed through the sky, as if the entire city was shaken by the cries for help.
The group hurriedly lifted the person onto the cart. As the person moved further and further away from them, looking at them with a dazed expression, Mo Yang's legs suddenly felt as if they were filled with lead, and he slumped heavily to the ground, motionless.
Looking down, I saw my hands covered in dark red, like the life signs of Chen Lili about to perish, flowing away between my hands.
Reality dealt him another blow; no matter how hard the young man tried to change his fate, he ultimately could not escape the destiny of losing her.
Once, twice, he couldn't save her. He had to accept the outcome; he had lost her once again.
The person outside the door seemed to have all his strength drained away. He sat there motionless and silent, listless, his head hanging heavily, appearing from a distance as if it were drooping to the ground.
Fan Siwen, who rushed over, had never seen Song Yize like this before.
Looking at the person who seemed to have had their life force drained away in an instant, now standing right in front of him.
Fan Siwen couldn't bring herself to use her strength.
The outstretched hand landed gently on a spot within millimeters of Mo Yang, not even daring to touch a single hair.
I was terrified that this person would suddenly shatter right in front of me.
He sat down to the side, put his arm around the person's shoulder, and leaned gently against him.
He didn't know what to say or what to say at that moment.
He just sat there quietly, without making a sound.
The corridor outside the emergency room was as quiet as a still, muted beach at dawn, the long night stretching on without a ripple.
I don't know how much time has passed, whether it was a few hours or more than ten hours.
The people in the corridor went from two to one, then one to two, and finally back to one.
Even the people coming and going in the emergency room seem to have become part of the flow of time, losing all their value.
The moment the emergency room door was pushed open, Mo Yang hesitated for a moment. His first reaction was to subconsciously check if there was a white sheet covering the person on the bed.
After confirming that there was no one there, Mo Yang stood up and slowly walked towards the person standing to the side.
His raised eyes were filled with bloodshot color, very similar to those in the doctor's eyes, but upon closer inspection, there were many differences.
"The patient has multiple fractures, but these are not the main injuries. The patient suffered a massive head injury, which has impaired some of the nerves that cause consciousness. He is currently still in a coma, and his condition is not optimistic. The best-case scenario is that the brainstem may retain some function, which is commonly known as a vegetative state. But regardless of the outcome, we recommend that you prepare for the worst in advance." After saying this, the doctor symbolically shook Mo Yang's hand to express his regret.
Mo Yang was as familiar with the entire process as if he were watching a movie. However, this time, beneath his cold exterior lay a face that had aged ten years.
Watching the doctor leave, Mo Yang looked at the person lying on the hospital bed.
Perhaps Heaven was merciful, for it gave Mo Yang another chance to be with her again.
But for the young man, this was a major blow he was about to suffer.
All night, Mo Yang pondered his decision about this matter.
If he had chosen not to tell him, he wouldn't have had this painful experience in his life.
However, this is too cruel for Chen Lili.
She had the right to enjoy the boy's last bit of tenderness before her life ended, but—Mo Yang always felt that he couldn't let this incident lead him down the same path as himself.
Mo Yang was helpless. Even after scratching his head until it bled, he still couldn't come up with a final solution to the problem.
Fan Siwen, who had visited several times, saw that Song Yize was not eating or drinking, and tried to persuade him to stop, but to no avail.
Finally, he unleashed his inner power and fed Song Yize the boxed lunch directly.
"It's no big deal. Look at you now. If all four of you are down, they'll be happy. They won't have to think about how to deal with you anymore."
The chopsticks were pried open Mo Yang's mouth and stuffed inside, but he still didn't chew a single bite.
"I'm telling you, eat now, and after you finish, I'll tell you some news about Huang Zhongqian."
After he finished speaking, the man remained motionless.
Having tried everything from threats to bribes, Fan Siwen was at her wit's end and sat down on the ground.
"You think you're the only one who's upset? My experiences these past few days have been just as bad. You're the only one with feelings, I'm not. You're refusing to eat or drink by my bedside while I'm out there running around trying to find any clues. If you think that's all there is to it, that it doesn't matter if we all die, then go ahead and starve. But the truth is, in this day and age, it's incredibly difficult to die. Forget about brain-computer interfaces, even people in a vegetative state can come back to life. Even if you don't want this body anymore, why not just clone one? Or at the very least, store your consciousness and upload it later. What can't be solved without resorting to such an extreme method as not eating?"
Fan Siwen didn't even look at the person, and poured out her emotions. When she looked up again, the person in front of her had already started eating.
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