Chapter 22
When Yao Si was a child, he really couldn't bear to leave his grandmother, so he secretly ran away and wanted to accompany her for the last time, but he was discovered and scolded severely.
At that time, Yao Si just hid in the room and cried sadly all night.
But later, as she had more younger sisters, she took on the role of speaking out loudly, stating the rules, or criticizing her younger sisters' unconventional behavior.
Yao Si felt that she had become bad, but it was only after she did that that she gained the recognition of those uncles and aunts. She regarded it as a small victory.
Everything that happened just now made her feel panic. It turned out that the cruel and ruthless rules could be broken. Her previous efforts and joy seemed like a clown.
Yao Si couldn't accept it for a moment, so she spoke without thinking.
Suddenly, a familiar fragrance came from the side. Yao Si looked up and saw that it was Wan Di. "I'm... sorry." After looking at each other for a long time, Yao Si spoke hesitantly.
"I don't force you to agree with my point of view, but no matter what traditional rules they are, they are set by the living. Those rituals or procedures have no effect on the deceased. Their value is the psychological comfort of the living." Wan Di said as she touched Yao Si's head. She didn't blame Yao Si. She had seen many experiences like Yao Si. She just felt distressed.
"Think about it, what is the greatest compensation for death?"
"Newborn." Yao Si slowly raised her head and leaned toward Wan Di. She hadn't noticed earlier, but now the sky was almost dark. The chill of dusk and the unknown dangers of the night made her feel a little uneasy. But being by Wan Di's side made her feel very safe and her mood improved.
Wandi nodded. "We have this ability, so don't be afraid of death, and don't be overly sad. Remember the ghost of the baby girl I told you about earlier? Free from the clutches of the devil, her soul will surely go to a place of love."
The gentle voice was like the gurgling of running water. Yao Si looked at Wan Di, thinking those beautiful eyes held ice, but they were actually spring water stained by the afterglow of the setting sun. The fleeting, flowing air, the very thin line between life and death, cycled through it.
Yao Si couldn't absorb all of those words at once, but they had already sunk into her heart. Now she was thankful that everything she had done before had come to an end that day.
Yes, rules are created by people, so why should she beg for a place in the rules made by others? She has her own thoughts and emotions, and she has her own way of venting and expressing her emotions.
As if suddenly enlightened, Yao Si found the whistling wind quite lovely, making her feel free and at ease. She watched Wan Di suddenly hug her and shyly whisper, "Sister."
Wan Di also reached out and hugged Yao Si back, stroking Yao Si's back up and down a few times, and agreed but was a little confused.
"Are you curious about my name?" Yao Si took the initiative to speak.
Wan Di nodded honestly. She wasn't someone who cared about names, but why did Yao Si suddenly call her "sister"? Apart from that time when he acted coquettishly, hadn't he always called her by her name before?
Yao Si puffed out her lips as if preparing for a speech contest, and then said, "In my heart, I always think of you as my favorite sister, but if we call each other by our names, doesn't it feel very special?" As she spoke her little thoughts, Yao Si couldn't help but look away, looking at her face to face, and she felt her face turning red.
Wandi chuckled and asked, "Special feeling? What is this? I don't understand."
"It feels like we're evenly matched, like I'm just as powerful as you..." Yao Si had always wanted to be this kind of free and powerful person since she was little. "Oh, so, from now on, when it's just the two of us, can I call you sister?" In front of outsiders, she wanted to maintain her image as someone who was as powerful as Wan Di.
"Yeah, I understand." Wan Di smiled and nodded cheerfully, "Okay!" Then he stood up and took Yao Si's hand with him, "Let's go, everyone should have dinner ready by the time we get home. You've been lazy!"
Wan Di's joke suddenly reminded Yao Si of his big project. He clenched his fist and hit his head twice. "It's over. My big project was supposed to be 45% complete today!"
Thinking about the big project, Yao Si ate his meal in a hurry, went back to his room immediately, then came out again, carried a bunch of things in, and then came out again, going in and out several times like this.
When Ji Wenxue went in, Yao Si was standing up the hay he had brought in to surround the wall.
"Yao Si, what are you doing? You're not secretly repairing the toilet in the hall, are you?" She couldn't tolerate that.
Yao Si rolled his eyes and jumped out of the straw pile. "What are you thinking? Would I be that kind of person? I'm not letting you peek at my masterpiece, okay?"
Ji Wenxue sat on a lazy sofa made of straw and feathers. "What kind of masterpiece is this? I'm really curious."
Jiang Zouwei was searching for energy stones on her own. She preferred being alone rather than working with a bunch of clumsy teammates.
On the other side, Ying Zhao was following Wan Di through a narrow passage, finally arriving at the destination. It was a spacious and clean room, but the walls were almost bare, with only a bed in the middle. However, the bed was extremely narrow and long, as if it had not taken into account the need for people to turn over.
"This..." Ying Zhao asked in confusion, his eyes still looking around, trying to find more information and clues.
After looking at it several times, Ying Zhao's eyes finally fell on the small bed. It was covered with a white cloth, but from the ups and downs, it was obvious that there was a person in it.
"You can go over and take a look."
Just at this moment, Wan Di spoke, and what she said hit the mark. Ying Zhao walked over and gently pulled open the white cloth, revealing the face of Aunt Lan, who had just passed away today.
Ying Zhao was startled and took a few steps back, looking at Wan Di with fear and surprise.
Wan Di also happened to walk over and patted Ying Zhao's shoulder to calm her down. "The current level of technology in the entire galaxy is very advanced, but there is one area that is still very backward: menstruation and fertility. I want you to study exactly this: how to expand the positive effects of menstruation on humans, how to solve dysmenorrhea, and how to reduce fertility risks. This is your first research teacher," Wan Di said, looking at Aunt Lan on the bed.
Ying Zhao followed Wan Di's gaze. She understood Wan Di's meaning. Basic research on the body was impossible without dissection. Her mood had completely calmed down, or perhaps even become excited.
"but……"
Before he could finish his words, Wandi handed over something. It was two scalpels used for dissection. They had smooth curves and were silver-white in color. The blades reflected a dazzling light.
"I've listed some basic equipment on the table over there, and they'll be delivered soon. If you need anything else, feel free to let me know." Wandi said as he walked towards the door. Before leaving, he stood at the door and continued, "This room and everything in it belongs to you. I trust you."
After Wandi left, Ying Zhao returned to the lab, picked up the paper, and carefully read it twice, still somewhat surprised. The comprehensive range of instruments covered every aspect of her research process, and the models were all based on the highest standards. Besides being expensive, those instruments were often out of stock.
Ying Zhao's eyes turned once again to the two scalpels. She had been born with a deep passion for medicine, possessing a talent unmatched by most. She had skipped a grade in her medical coursework, yet still received a rare and precious "Excellent" in the final result.
Due to her own dysmenorrhea, she shifted her research focus from orthopedics to the uterus. Ying Zhao diligently studied, but found very little information on women, particularly menstruation, dysmenorrhea, and the uterus. What little was available was largely unstructured conjecture or speculation.
All the pain seems to point to one solution - endurance.
The cruel reality made Ying Zhao, who was suffering from dysmenorrhea, even more heartbroken. She was determined to cure countless people of their pain and save their lives, but she had to endure extreme pain every month.
That shouldn't be her fate. She's the one who studies what her predecessors haven't, the one who fills in the gaps in human medicine!
Despite her exceptional talent, medicine is impossible without clinical experience. She sought support from her family, but all she received was a slap in the face and the comment, "Are you mentally ill?" Her personal freedom was also restricted, and she was confined at home for a month.
The pillow in the bedroom was soaked with tears, then dried, and then wet again. In the end, the tears stopped, and Ying Zhao stared at the wall in front of him, his eyes shining more and more.
Without support, she relied on herself. Later, during her regular medical appointments, Ying Zhao secretly chatted with some female patients and recorded those conversations. Late at night, she would analyze the data and write medical notes.
Things were carried out secretly, but one day they were accidentally discovered. Her three record books and interview records were all burned, the samples and equipment used for the experiment were also dismantled, and she herself was beaten and given a "long lesson", and then placed under house arrest again.
Even after her house arrest ended, her punishment continued. Despite being a gifted and compassionate doctor, she was not allowed to perform diagnoses or surgeries, and was reduced to daily chores like dispensing and packing medicine.
Ying Zhao couldn't even remember how long this had lasted. She had preferred to be mediocre, but in reality, despite her immense talent, she found it difficult to realize her ambitions.
What made her most sad at the time was that on the day she was discovered, the lancet she had saved up for a long time to buy for future medical research was violently broken and thrown into the trash can.
Now Ying Zhao touched the slightly cold handle of the knife, and the knife that had been thrown away was finally back in her hand.
As for the damaged original data, it had actually been hidden in her mind for all these years, and now it finally had the chance to see the light of day. Ying Zhao smiled with genuine emotion. Wan Di believed that she could achieve her career, which was also the part of herself that she was most confident in.
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