"Mr. Ou, how could you..." Guan Qijun looked panic-stricken.
Doctor Chen stood aside, sighed softly, lowered his head with a complicated look and said nothing.
Ou Shaowen walked up to them calmly, his calm eyes like two deep pools. He said it as if he was joking, without any hesitation or fear, "You don't have to think so much, you can actually ask me directly, I am willing to give my heart to Ou Renjin."
What Guan Qijun had originally planned to say and the expression he had originally prepared to respond to were completely forgotten at this moment. Ou Shaowen's words were almost like a thunderclap, and like a sharp blade that cut through his cognition and beliefs over the years.
"You, you..." He was speechless.
Doctor Chen frowned, looked at Ou Shaowen in confusion, and explained softly, "Mr. Ou, heart donation is not like bone marrow transplantation or kidney transplantation, which can minimize the impact on the donor. But the heart is different. There is only one heart, and a person cannot live without it."
"I know." Ou Shaowen was a little confused. No one in the world knew the structure of the human body better than him. It was precisely because people could not survive without it that Ou Renjin had to undergo surgery quickly. "So, when are you going to arrange the transplant surgery? I am ready to cooperate at any time."
Seeing that the two people opposite him still looked shocked and hesitant, Albert Ou raised his eyebrows and tried to persuade them sincerely: “You don’t have to worry about me. It’s okay for me.”
For the first time in all these years, the pain he had endured many times was noticed by others. The feeling of being cared for and valued filled his heart, and he had a strong desire to repay. "Is it Ou Renjin who doesn't want to? Don't worry, I can go and talk to him myself."
He walked past them and prepared to go inside.
Guan Qijun finally came back to his senses, "Wait a minute." He called Ou Shaowen, was silent for a moment, and opened his mouth with some difficulty. Ou Shaowen looked at him in confusion, quietly waiting for what he was about to say.
At that moment, it seemed as if a needle in the middle of his heart was swinging back and forth. He was just about to give up saying that sentence, but in the end, he still spoke, "If you are really willing, please sign an organ donation consent form first."
His gaze became firm again, and he even gave Ou Shaowen an expectant and encouraging smile.
“Okay.” Ou Shaowen followed them to the office at the end of the corridor, signed his name at the end of the consent form, and asked again, “How is Ou Renjin’s physical condition now? How long will it take to arrange the surgery?”
His signing was so casual and carefree that Guan Qijun's heart was already in the air, and everything was settled. He could hardly believe it, and couldn't help but start to wonder if all this was just a fantasy created by his mind.
Doctor Chen still looked as if he was in a trance. He took Ou Shaowen's organ donation consent form, turned to the page where his name had just been signed, and looked at it quietly for a long time. When he looked up at him again, his eyes were filled with extreme shock, emotion, pity and hesitation.
He choked up, "The hospital is not qualified to arrange this operation, even if you want to."
"Why?" Ou Shaowen was a little anxious.
"This practice goes against humanitarian concepts. You know, even euthanasia has not been passed in the country."
Ou Shaowen frowned and was about to say something when he was interrupted by a knock on the door. He turned around and saw the nurse's surprised expression, "Doctor Chen, Mr. Ou Renjin has woken up."
"We'll discuss this later." Doctor Chen waved his hand, put on his stethoscope, and walked quickly towards Ou Renjin's ward. Ou Shaowen followed behind him, his eyes unfocused, and he looked like he was lost in thought.
So, he didn't notice that when Ou Renjin saw him standing behind Dr. Chen, his pupils suddenly shrank.
"Ou Shaowen." He called his name in a cold tone.
Ou Shaowen came back to his senses, walked to his bedside and squatted down, holding his hand and kissing it gently, “Don’t be afraid, it won’t hurt soon.”
The tone of his voice was so gentle that Ou Renjin was a little dazed. He pursed his lips and gently pulled his hand away.
Ou Shaowen then lowered his head to kiss his wrist. His lips felt like cotton candy touching his skin. Ou Renjin felt a little itchy and coldly said, "Stop it!"
Doctor Chen quickly completed the most basic examination and said that Ou Renjin's condition was temporarily stable and there was nothing serious going on.
He glanced at Ou Shaowen, who was squatting beside the bed with sparkling eyes, and left the ward as quickly as possible. When he reached the door, he grabbed the arm of Guan Qijun, who had been standing there, and led him out, "Don't stand here, let's go."
Glancing at the ward door that was closed by Doctor Chen, Ou Renjin let Ou Shaowen turn his head and put his cheek against his exposed wrist, but his expression was still stern, "Why are you here? Did Guan Qijun ask you to come here?"
"No, he lied to me and said you were going on a business trip abroad. I heard the nurse calling for a change of dressing on the phone, so I came here." He raised his head and said, as if to emphasize and boast, "You always think I know nothing, but I actually know a lot."
Ou Renjin felt that his gaze was so hot that it made him feel hot, so he turned his head away from his sight. At this moment, his emotions were a little complicated. He felt a little bit embarrassed to reveal his weaknesses in front of others, but also a little bit of the peace that he had been waiting for for a long time. It seemed that another hand finally reached out to share the heavy burden on him that was so oppressive that it made him feel suffocated.
"Ou Renjin, are you in pain?" Ou Shaowen asked. He smiled softly, but the smile seemed a little vague and distant. "Can I give you a heart transplant?"
Ou Renjin turned his head suddenly, his brain was dazed as if he was hit on the head by a heavy hammer. It took him a long time to make sure that the words just now were not hallucinations. Then he was silent for a long time, and chuckled, "You said you understood everything, but you still know nothing."
His voice was calm, but it sounded extremely dangerous. "Who told you this? Who persuaded you to agree? Do you understand what this means?"
"What does it mean? It means taking my heart out and putting it in your chest. It's that simple. Why do you think I don't understand?" Ou Shaowen was refuted again and again, and his tone was even a little indignant. He didn't understand. For the people in the laboratory, this was obviously a very simple matter. Matching, surgery, rest, and repeating the cycle can complete transplants again and again. Why do people outside always have to think so much and imagine things to be so complicated
He understands, he understands everything.
He understood what was against humanity, but from the establishment of the "Renewable Organ Culture Dish" project, from the time he was born into this world, everything he experienced violated this so-called humanity. Therefore, the laboratory could not make its research results public, nor could it make its existence public. They were like cockroaches and ants hiding in the gutter and breeding secretly, cautiously reaching out their tentacles to the world in order to secretly obtain enough benefits for their survival and research on other topics.
"I know what you're worried about. It's okay. We can ask the doctor to do it quietly, not in the hospital, so that no one can find out." His tone was matter-of-fact, yet so impatient, like a moth that was excited and flew towards a flame.
Ou Renjin lowered his eyes, did not look at him, and did not speak. His fingers clenched unconsciously, and his whole body seemed to be trembling slightly.
"What's wrong with you? Are you feeling uncomfortable again?" Ou Shaowen sat on the head of the bed and leaned over to listen to his heartbeat.
Ou Renjin touched his face halfway and stopped him from leaning on his chest. He smiled slowly, leaned close to his ear, and lowered his voice, "Are you willing to donate your heart to me?"
"yes."
"But unfortunately," he gently pushed his face away, his movements firm and somewhat inhuman, "I don't want it."
Ou Shaowen was anxious and irritable, and a little angry that he couldn't suppress it. "But my heart is better than the hearts of all the people who can successfully match yours."
"No matter how good it is, I don't want it." Ou Renjin even felt a little absurd. He tried hard to put aside those chaotic emotions and tried his best to divert his attention. He ignored the surging emotions in his heart, suppressed his urge to look Ou Shaowen in the eye, and began to recall one by one.
What on earth did Ou Shaowen go through, what kind of environment did he grow up in, and what kind of past did he encounter that would allow him to say "I will give you a heart transplant" to someone he had only known for a few months.
Before today, he still never thought that it was too much to make fun of others. Life is so short, and it is best to spend time on things that make you happy.
But just now, when Ou Shaowen firmly and urgently insisted on donating his heart to him, he suddenly felt regretful. He felt that he should not have known such a person from the beginning, and such a person should not have known him.
He is the most unsuitable person in the world to play that kind of hypocritical game with. He is too real, and his every move reveals the most sincere emotions. He will treasure any small kindness given to him by anyone and use up all his blood to repay you.
He doesn't want his blood, and he doesn't deserve his blood.
Ou Renjin's throat choked slightly, his fists were clenched so tightly that the needle tip seemed to be wandering in his blood vessels.
The entire ward fell into a paralyzing silence.
After a while, he took a deep breath and said calmly: "You go back and rest first. Call Guan Qijun in. I have something to ask him."
Ou Shaowen did not answer immediately. Ou Renjin tried to hold back, but still couldn't help but turned his head to look at him.
Then, he saw the doll he had picked up, which had neither cried nor laughed at first, now quietly lowered its head, tears falling one after another. There was no expression on his face, and his eyes were misty and he could not see the light.
Ou Renjin put his hands over his chest, feeling that this person was giving him a huge headache and making his heart ache.
"I've never seen such a stupid fool."