Chapter 597 Will it snow in Cyberpunk? (2)

A nurse ran over and said, "Mr. Helian, why are you here? Come back with me. It's time to take medicine."

The middle-aged man stood up with the help of the nurse. His expression looked even more nervous, and his words were even more mysterious. "You will need it. Remember, you will need it!"

The nurse took Mr. Helian away. He hunched his back and became silent again.

Bai Yao looked at the black USB flash drive in his hand. This very ordinary thing has been out of date for many years. In the eyes of many young people today, it is probably considered a small antique with some collection value.

At this time, the man who had just taken off his white coat came over, "Yaoyao, have

you been waiting for a long time?" Bai Yao looked up and stuffed the things into her bag. She stood up and smiled, "No, Dad, are you off work?"

Bai Yu nodded, "I met a troublesome patient today, so I got off work a little later than usual. Let's go home."

Bai Yao picked up the bag and followed her father. Out of curiosity, she asked, "Is there a patient named Helian in this hospital?"

Helian, this surname is not common.

Bai Yu suddenly remembered, "Yes, there is one. Come to think of it, you should have heard of his name when you were in school."

Bai Yao quickly responded, "Could it be Helian Xiao?"

Bai Yu confirmed her guess, "It's him."

Helian Xiao is a very famous scientist. He was one of the leaders who developed the purification instrument. Just based on this achievement, he can be recorded in the history books.

However, he has a strange personality. After developing the purification instrument many years ago, he disappeared for a while inexplicably. No one knew what he was busy with. When he appeared in the public eye again, his mental state had already been problematic.

The relevant department directly issued the appraisal result, saying that he overused his brain and caused brain damage, so he spoke crazily, but considering his previous contributions, the relevant department would take care of Helian Xiao's future life.

It was said to be taken care of, but in fact, Helian Xiao was locked up in this hospital.

When Bai Yao was in elementary school, he also saw the name of Helian Xiao in the textbook, so he had a little impression of him, but in the photo in the textbook, the young Helian Xiao smiled and was full of vigor, which was completely different from the current decadent and morbid appearance.

Bai Yu was not a psychiatrist. He knew that Helian Xiao was in this hospital, but he had never dealt with him. At most, he had heard the name a few times from his colleagues.

He asked his daughter, "Why did you suddenly think of asking Helian Xiao?"

"I just heard a nurse called Mr. Helian, so I was a little curious."

Bai Yu warned Bai Yao, "Helian Xiao is crazy now, and his words are incoherent. If you see him, remember to stay away from him. In case he suddenly goes crazy and hurts someone, he will not be held legally responsible as a mental patient."

"Okay, I understand."

They arrived at the parking garage, Bai Yu drove, and Bai Yao sat in the passenger seat. After leaving the hospital, the streets were flashing with skyscrapers of various colors, standing crowded in the dim "night". Against the backdrop of these dense and colorful buildings, the vehicles and pedestrians coming and going were inconspicuous.

There was a huge traffic jam ahead because a parade calling for improved treatment for people in the lower classes was passing by with leaflets.

Bai Yu said impatiently: "These people are really full and have nothing to do."

Bai Yu can't be blamed for having such an idea. In fact, he, who has received upper-class education, is like most upper-class people. They all think that lower-class people with bad genes should live like rats in dark and damp places. The prosperous upper class should not be a place for them to come.

The parade passed by shouting slogans, and several cleaning robots followed behind to "perform their duties" and pick up the garbage on the ground.

The dirty and tiring work in the upper class is handled by robots. The decision makers here have never thought of providing such simple job opportunities to people in the lower class. Therefore, before the law is amended, people in the lower class cannot even set foot on the territory of the upper class.

Bai Yao suddenly asked: "Dad, if the result of the genetic test is not good when I was born, will I also be thrown into the orphanage in the lower class?"

Bai Yu was stunned for a moment, "What kind of nonsense are you asking? You are the daughter of me and your mother, how could there be a problem with your genes?"

That's what they said, but parents with good genes occasionally give birth to children with bad genes. The law stipulates that such children must be sent to the lower class.

Basically, all parents will accept such a result, because that is how they were educated. Many parents even think that this child is a shame in their lives and don't even want to look at him.

Once sent to the lower level area, this child may never have the chance to reunite with his biological parents.

What Bai Yu didn't say is that when his wife was pregnant, he couldn't help but feel uneasy, and his wife would often wake up crying in the middle of the night. On the surface, they all felt that there would be no problem with their child, but as the time for the child's birth got closer, the pressure in their hearts would become greater and greater.

The moment before being sent to the delivery room, the wife tightly grasped her husband's hand, "Bai Yu, no matter what the result is, don't let them send our child away."

Bai Yu was sitting outside the delivery room, sweating nervously, and he didn't breathe a sigh of relief until the doctor said that there was no problem with his daughter's genes.

Bai Yao also realized that in this era, it was meaningless for her to argue this issue with her parents, so she simply shut up and didn't say anything.

When we got home, it was almost six o'clock, and the sky had completely fallen into darkness, but when I looked up through the glass window, I could still see the red dots flashing on the purification tower, indicating that the equipment was running.

Four sumptuous dishes had already been placed on the table, and they looked delicious. Bai Yu said in surprise: "Wife, when did your cooking skills become so good?"

Wen Wan was placing the dishes and chopsticks. She smiled and said, "Today's chef is not me, but my student."

Bai Yu was puzzled. "Student?"

Bai Yao saw a tall and long-legged young man walking out of the kitchen door.

He was wearing a black casual suit, with a handsome face and a clean temperament. When he smiled, he was like the morning sun in April, warm and bright. "Hello, I'm Jiang Mian."

Wen Wan introduced, "This is the pilot I brought this year. Isn't there a gray rain warning recently? Traffic will be cut off from tomorrow, and he can't buy a ticket to go back, so I asked Jiang Mian to stay at our house for a while."

Jiang Mian said: "Sorry to bother you during this time."

Bai Yu gave his wife face, "We have many rooms, you can live here without any burden."

Jiang Mian's eyes were filled with gratitude. He brought gifts, a set of skin care products for Wen Wan and a set of tea sets for Bai Yu. Finally, he looked at Bai Yao and handed her an exquisite packaging bag, "Miss Bai, I hope you like it."

When he smiled, his black eyes were slightly curved, and the smile inside flashed like waves with his eyes. His every move was impeccable courtesy, but Bai Yao just felt inexplicably disgusted.

She took the things and said, "Thank you."

"There is still soup in the kitchen, it should be ready, I'll go and take a look." Jiang Mian turned and went into the kitchen, so he couldn't hear the people outside talking about him.

Bai Yu and his wife whispered, "This child looks really good, does he have a girlfriend?"

Wen Wan also whispered: "If he has a girlfriend, I will bring him back?"

Bai Yu immediately understood, and he and his wife glanced at their daughter who was opening the gifts.

Bai Yao opened the box and took out a crystal ball from it.

A model of a miniature purification tower, with two little people, a man and a woman, sitting on it. White "snowflakes" kept flying and falling, and there was actually a bit of romance in the desolate and dilapidated scene.

Bai Yao stared carefully at the white hairpin on the female figure's hair, and involuntarily raised his hand to touch the hairpin in his own hair.