"Yang Fan, I don't need you to pay for this part-time job." While walking on the road, Wang Shenhai suddenly said to Yang Fan, out of breath.
Because his illness was terminal and there was no cure, he could only watch himself getting weaker and weaker, waiting for death to come. If he walked a little further, he would gasp for breath.
I remember that when I was in middle school, I was always a leader in both short and long distance running. I won many track and field championships in the school sports meet and was very successful.
Now, at such a young age, it’s hard for him to walk.
"If you don't go to work and don't ask me to pay you, your savings will soon be gone," said Yang Fan.
"Living a few more days means nothing to me." Wang Shenhai looked at his hands that were becoming increasingly dry.
The torture of illness made him eat and sleep poorly, and he became thinner and weaker.
"That won't work, unless you go to the hospital with me now and sign the voluntary organ donation form," said Yang Fan.
Wang Shenhai smiled bitterly: "I'll think about it again, okay?"
"Okay." Yang Fan was not in a hurry.
Whether at home or abroad, the number of body or organ donors is extremely small.
Maybe everyone loves beauty and pursues perfection, and doesn’t want to be incomplete.
After death, people cannot see how ugly they are.
If the body is not disposed of promptly, it will become highly decomposed and emit a foul odor within a few days.
But most people don't realize it and hope to leave an intact body after death so that they can go to heaven or be reincarnated.
Yang Fan only believes that the universe has rules and does not believe in the existence of ghosts and gods in the world.
Even though he came here inexplicably, he always believed that it was caused by some rules.
Maybe it's because the speed of death is too fast, faster than the speed of light
It is said that the closer the speed is to the speed of light, the slower time becomes.
For people who run regularly, time passes more slowly for them.
So they live longer than those who don't exercise.
Of course, if these people who like sports have irregular diets, overeat, stay up all night, etc., no matter how much they exercise, it will not help.
Scientists have deduced that as long as humans can build a spacecraft that can reach the speed of light, they will be able to travel between stars.
Because humans travel at the speed of light, time almost stops for them.
With a lifespan of one hundred years, traveling at the speed of light would allow them to travel the universe for millions of years, or even longer.
However, once you embark on an interstellar journey, there is no turning back.
Because when I come back, the Earth will already be tens of thousands of years old.
All relatives and friends have long disappeared into ancient times and there is no need for them to come back.
"How about I give you a salary of 10,000 yuan a month?" Yang Fan said to Wang Shenhai as they walked on the road where the sunlight had disappeared and the earth was illuminated by city lights.
"No need to pay, and you don't have to pay so much." Wang Shenhai said.
Yang Fan stopped, looked at Wang Shenhai and said, "Pay once a month, pay it on the full month. This is the salary rule, not the rent rule. Pay it in advance. Are you sure you can live another month?"
"If you don't hit me and speak more tactfully, I can still live for another month or two," said Wang Shenhai.
"No, I just want you to relax and be more positive." Yang Fan said.
"My mentality was originally very good, and when I met you in Shancheng, I became even more excited." Wang Shenhai said with a smile.
Yang Fan also smiled and said, "Luckily you met me in Shancheng, otherwise there would be no one to collect your body."
Wang Shenhai did not deny it, but he had no intention of telling his parents about his affairs.
I recently had a fight with my parents.
He plans to change his cell phone number and stop contacting his parents.
"What is your relationship with that little girl?" Wang Shenhai asked.
"We met by chance." Yang Fan said.
"So you should be so nice to others?" Wang Shenhai didn't believe it.
Yang Fan shook his head: "It's not that I'm so nice to her, I just want you to be nicer to her. Don't you think a little girl like this should be treated kindly by the world?"
Wang Shenhai sighed: "I used to hate seeing people being indifferent and indifferent, but now it's my turn, I'm not much better."
"Maybe. Just like you said, some people are fine at ordinary times, but they become blinded by money. It's not that they are not bad by nature, but they know that the sword of law is hanging over their heads. Once the temptation is a little bigger, they will ignore the sword." Yang Fan said.
After walking for a while, Wang Shenhai sat down by the roadside flowerbed and said, "Let's take a break. I'm a little tired."
Yang Fan didn't object and sat down aside.
A breeze blew.
"In Xiaoyan's case, if the surgery fee is sufficient, can we find a corneal transplant in the hospital?" Wang Shenhai asked.
Yang Fan replied: "I asked one hospital and they said I needed to wait in line. I didn't ask any other hospitals. But as far as I know, there are a large number of people waiting for corneas every year."
"The number of people who die every year should be much greater than the number of people who need corneas, right?" Wang Shenhai seemed to be asking Yang Fan, but also seemed to be talking to himself.
"I think that's the case, but the hospital's cornea inventory is still far from enough," said Yang Fan.
"There may be a lot of good people, but there are really few kindhearted people." Wang Shenhai looked at the street across the street, where people were coming and going, and it was as noisy as usual.
"You can only donate your cornea. Other organs may have been infected and are not suitable for donation," said Yang Fan.
Wang Shenhai was stunned and smiled bitterly: "In other words, it's hard for me to do good things?"
"To do good deeds you don't have to donate organs or blood." Yang Fan shook his head.
After a moment of silence, Wang Shenhai asked Yang Fan: "How can I send Xiaoyan to and from school and watch from the side, or do the same as you did tonight?"
After thinking for a while, Yang Fan said, "It's up to you. I hope you can lead her walking with the cane. If you don't agree to donate your cornea, I will arrange the operation for her. I don't have to worry about her forming a habit and no one leading her walking anymore."
Wang Shenhai said: "I haven't made up my mind yet. Let's get to know her for a while before deciding."
Before coming here tonight, Wang Shenhai was not willing to donate his corneas after his death.
But after seeing Xiaoyan, he wavered.
"Don't worry, whether you donate or not, I will collect your body. I won't go through all the trouble to tell your parents that you are dead and make them sad." Yang Fan said: "No news is better than the news of death."
"I always feel like you are threatening me, using moral blackmail." Wang Shenhai laughed, the wind blowing his somewhat dry hair.
"No." Yang Fan denied: "I will let Xiaoyan queue up for surgery now. She will definitely get one this year. It will even be faster than waiting to get it from you."
Wang Shenhai smiled and looked up at the sky: "I wonder what the world will be like in ten, twenty, fifty or sixty years."
"I don't know either, but if I could live to that time, I would remember that you once had meals with me, drank with me, strolled on the street with me, and sat by this nameless flower garden and chatted with me, and then I would feel a little sad in my heart." Yang Fan said.