"Notify the hospital and ask them to come and pick the person up." After finishing the call with Yang Fan, Director Wu of the hospice took a look at the white cloth on the bed and instructed the staff around him.
Director Wu knew that Wang Shenhai wanted to donate his corneas.
Among all of Wang Shenhai’s last wishes, the most important and crucial one was that he should be sent to the hospital and have his cornea removed as soon as he passed away.
After notifying the hospital and waiting for someone from the hospital to arrive, Director Wu walked to the window sill in Wang Shenhai's ward.
Wang Shenhai did not die in bed, but rather died sitting on the windowsill, with his back against the wall, listening to and interacting with the world at close range.
On the windowsill, there is a mobile phone with headphones plugged in.
There was a box of cigarettes not far from the mobile phone. The quality of the cigarettes was somewhat special, but Director Wu couldn’t tell what it was.
Next to the cigarette box, there was a very ordinary lighter, which seemed a bit out of place with the cigarette box.
There was no ashtray or cigarette ash on the windowsill, so it seemed that Wang Shenhai had not smoked before.
However, even if he smokes, the staff will not stop him if they find out.
Because everyone who comes here is waiting to die.
Whether they are waiting with joy or fear, the staff hopes that patients can do what they want before leaving.
Director Wu suddenly developed a reverence for life. Before this, Wang Shenhai smoked every day.
But today, Director Wu didn't see him smoke a single cigarette.
Maybe, when he woke up in the morning, he saw the god of death, but he wanted to continue living, and live one more day.
But in the end, he, who even stopped smoking, was still taken away by death.
Picking up the phone, Director Wu discovered that Wang Shenhai's phone had no lock screen password and anyone could open the screen saver.
I remember that some time ago, he saw that Wang Shenhai’s mobile phone screensaver required a password to open.
When Director Wu was about to unplug his headphones, he heard a sound coming from them, which sounded like music.
Since no one came to the hospital so quickly, Director Wu couldn't help but put an earphone in his ear.
"I climbed to the top of the mountain and looked at my hometown. The yellow sand stretched for thousands of miles. Where did the camel bells come from? The sound struck my heart. I longed to embark on the road of longing and fly across the mountains. The geese returned to the horizon, covered with the setting sun. Where is my hometown? The wind and sand cannot wipe away the blood marks imprinted in history, and the wind and sand cannot drive away the blood and tears of the pale crabapple..."
It is the singing of a little girl. There is a special feeling in it. It sounds particularly good and makes people feel: sad inside. If there is an afterlife in this world, I will never come back.
Although it was the first time Director Wu heard this song, he felt heartbroken.
So he didn't know that the name of this song was "Dream Camel Bell".
He didn't even know the meaning of "Begonia Blood and Tears".
There is a place in the ancient East, it is vast and boundless, like a huge red crabapple leaf in autumn.
One day, this big red crabapple leaf was bitten to pieces by a big bear coming from the north.
The broken crabapple leaf eventually transformed into a rooster.
Since then, the country no longer has a significant strategic depth and has to station heavy troops in the north to defend against foreign enemies.
These are the bloodstains of history and the tears of Begonia.
The singing of Yan people has not yet stopped, but the wild geese are still flying across the border; the herds of horses are neighing and the grass is green at the border.
"Dream Camel Bell" was playing on loop. Director Wu listened to it from dawn to dusk. He only turned off the player and unplugged his headphones when the hospital's car arrived to pick him up.
After the hospital staff loaded Wang Shenhai's body into the car, the hospice staff also sorted out Wang Shenhai's belongings and sent them to the hospital along with their owner.
The car that picked up Wang Shenhai was not a hearse from the funeral home, but an ambulance from the hospital.
But when the ambulance left, Director Wu and several other medical staff who were there bowed deeply behind them.
They all knew that Wang Shenhai could not be buried immediately or burned. His cornea had to be removed and left for someone in need.
After the organ donation is completed, his body will be processed by the hospital in accordance with ethical medical principles, restored to its original appearance, and handed over to his family to handle the aftermath.
Although Director Wu and his colleagues are medical staff, they are also normal people, and only a few of them are willing to sign an organ donation form before their death.
The hospice hospital sends away a patient every now and then, if not every day. Director Wu has sent away countless patients and has become numb to it.
I don’t know why, but after seeing Wang Shenhai off today, he felt a little lost.
Death, for people like Wang Shenhai, is a relief, and it should be a happy funeral, just like the funeral of an old man who died of old age.
But Director Wu did not feel happy for Wang Shenhai, he just felt sorry for her.
Director Wu had a chat with Wang Shenhai. Wang Shenhai had many regrets in his life, and one of them left a deep impression on Director Wu.
He said that he suddenly felt that it was a mistake to get admitted to Nanjing University, and he would not have gone to university.
The comprehensive strength of Nanjing University is among the best in the country. He was admitted, but failed the exam without making any contribution to the society, thus wasting a precious enrollment quota.
The next day, Yang Fan ended his business trip one day early and rushed back to the mountain city.
The loneliness in the deep sea still couldn't wait for him to come back and see me for the last time.
Yang Fan had been mentally prepared and seemed calm all the way, but when he stood in the cold house and saw the bed covered with white cloth, tears suddenly welled up in his eyes and he couldn't stop them.
What a great age, what a great person, how could he just be gone
A few days ago, we sat together smoking and chatting, talking and laughing, and taking life and death lightly.
He is the only one left today.
It turns out that people of this age can never be mentally prepared for death.
He once asked him, if I die, will you shed a tear, even a single drop
He answered him, No, I have many people who love me, and many people whom I love, and you are insignificant.
He smiled, seeming a little disappointed.
He didn't lie to him. He really felt that he would not cry and could not afford to lose face in front of this person, but he would be sad.
Now, after lifting the white cloth, he looked at his emaciated body. Even though his appearance had been restored to its original state after the operation, it was still obvious that he had been tortured by the illness and was no longer recognizable as a human being. Tears streamed down his face.
a long time.
"Don't worry, after Xiaoyan's eyes are healed, I will find time as soon as possible to take her to your hometown."
"I won't tell your parents about you. I'll just pretend to meet you by chance so that Xiaoyan can see your parents and your parents can see Xiaoyan's eyes."
"Xiaoyan has a talent for painting. I will create an opportunity for her to draw a portrait of you and give it to your parents."
"The portrait frame contains your body donation certificate. You can continue to accompany your parents in this way."
"I will follow your wishes and scatter your ashes into the rivers instead of sending them back to your hometown."
"The end of the Yangtze River is the sea. You can go to the deep sea with peace of mind..."