"why?"
Xun Yuming didn't understand. Wasn't he the first to point out that he was "obsessed" for winning the award? Why did he disagree with his own withdrawal
"I've made up my mind." It seems that only by giving up this campaign can he truly show that he no longer seeks fame and fortune, and it is also the most direct way to stifle his competitive spirit.
Zhuang Yi pulled him away and stared into his eyes face to face: "I don't agree, it is human nature to strive for fame and fortune, no one asks you to be a person who is indifferent to fame and fortune. I just want you to understand that if you are in this industry, Why on earth is not asking you to give up potential rewards. What's the point of having them if everyone is like you?"
Awards are meant to encourage people to be proactive and innovative, and there is nothing wrong with that. It's just that when a doctor who holds the power of life and death doesn't focus on saving people, but only thinks about utilitarianism, he deviates from the meaning of winning the award itself.
There is nothing wrong with wanting to win prizes, the fault is that he shouldn't put winning prizes first. For a doctor, the most important goal is always to cure the disease and save the patient, and it should only be to cure the disease and save the patient. Therefore, to give up honor is an overkill.
What's more, along the way, no one knows better than Zhuang Yi how much slander Xun Yuming has endured and how many expectations he has shouldered. Running for the next award means too much to him. It is to prove his strength, to clear his grievances, and even to regain the confidence that should belong to him but was taken away by others.
How could Zhuang Yi allow him to give up lightly, and how could he watch him destroy his future.
His brows and eyes were as black as ink, and his eyes became darker in the night. He said in a serious tone: "It's not just your own business that you won the award. Your career and the relationship between us have long been an inseparable whole."
At the beginning, he used his career as an excuse to leave him, so that over the past eight years, the fetters between them have always been mixed with the pursuit of career and ideals. They are like-minded partners and intimate lovers. They seem to have two identities, but they are actually entangled like threads.
"If you give up, you will not only be sorry for your own efforts, but also for the eight years we have been apart." Zhuang Yi said seriously, "You don't want to be a person who gives up halfway, do you?"
Xun Yuming nodded in a daze, with hesitation shrouded in brows, "But... am I still worthy now?"
In his mind, that honor represents the lifelong dream and glory of a medical professional, and it is a holy and undefiled crown, which should be worn on the head of the most outstanding person. This excellence is not only the advanced and great research technology, but also the pure and innocent mentality and moral sentiment of a practitioner.
Looking at Xue Jiayan, who was unconscious, and thinking about the self who had gone astray before today, he was not sure that he was worthy of this reward.
As soon as Zhuang Yi knocked on his forehead, his tone seemed a little angry: "You are the greatest doctor I have ever seen. In my heart, you are the best. There is no exaggeration. If you are not worthy, who else is worthy?"
He may not be one of the great men of all ages who risked his future and life to save people, and he may not have completely escaped from low-level tastes, but in this flashy world, in Zhuang Yi's mind, just relying on the successful effect of the technology he researched, He can be called great.
"I don't allow you to underestimate yourself, you must choose." Zhuang Yi pinched his face, leaving two flushed finger marks, "I have waited for you for so many years for me and tortured myself so much for you. For many years. It doesn’t matter whether you win an award or not, and you don’t feel ashamed if you lose, but if you don’t even participate, then you will let me down!”
The winter night is freezing cold, and the air is filled with tiny light particles, like flying hexagonal snowflakes. Zhuang Yi's voice spread out in the dark night, like knocking on ice and jade, low and clear, with unreal contradictions.
Xun Yuming looked at him, his heart was full of enthusiasm, and he nodded vigorously: "Okay, I will definitely live up to you!"
"That's good." A smile melted on the corners of Zhuang Yi's lips, and he raised his hand to rub his heart.
Xun Yuming leaned on him again, his soul and his were compatible with each other, and all the troubles in the world went away, as quiet as if there was no sound. He leaned on Zhuang Yi's shoulder for a while, took a deep breath, and pointed his index finger at his chest: "You smell like cigarettes."
He smokes again.
Zhuang Yi smiled, "I was waiting for you outside just now, and went to the stairwell to smoke a cigarette. Is the smell so strong?"
He thought that when the night wind blows, it should be gone, but he didn't expect to be able to smell it.
Xun Yuming's nose is sharp, and he can distinguish even the slightest smell. He stood up straight, stretched out his right hand, and looked at Zhuang Yi irrefutably.
"What?" Zhuang Yi asked knowingly.
Xun Yuming frowned, his open palm gave a heavy pause in the void, "Give it to me!"
"..." Zhuang Yi stared at him, silent for a moment, defeated, reached into his trouser pocket with his left hand, took out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter, and handed them both to him, "It's gone."
"It's not allowed in the future..." Xun Yuming thought for a while, then changed his words and said, "You are only allowed to smoke three cigarettes a week, and you must apply with me."
Zhuang Yi pursed his mouth, tugged at the hem of his cashmere coat, and bargained: "Three are a bit short, how can you be more accommodating?"
"That can't be done." Xun Yuming opened the cigarette case, put it up to his nose and sniffed, a strong smell of tobacco penetrated into his nasal cavity, choking him almost to sneeze, "It's not healthy, tar and nicotine are both carcinogenic of."
"Four, okay?" Zhuang Yi looked at him condescendingly, but bit his lip coquettishly.
Seeing him like that, Xun Yuming couldn't help but soften his heart, "Okay."
"How about...five?"
"Three!"
"Four, just four."
Zhuang Yi smiled, lowered his head and kissed him on the cheek, and let out a "pop" sound, "That's good."
He felt that he had some psychological problems. The more Xun Yuming restrained him, the happier he was. Without restraint, how could he experience the joy of freedom, and without pain, how could he know the happiness of ease.
What's more, only if you care, will you be in control.
Zhuang Yi has suffered from freedom for a long time, and he wants to find Yuming to control his power, control his pocket money, control his bad habits, and control everything about him, so that he feels at ease.
Xun Yuming carefully put away the cigarette case, and went back to the hospital hand in hand with him. He slept during the day and didn't feel sleepy. He was in a hurry to study Xue Jiayan's treatment plan and the improvement method of the defect, and had no intention of going back at all.
Zhuang Yi didn't sleep all day and night, he was so sleepy that he couldn't keep his eyes open, so he had to send him back to the laboratory, let Cen Ji and Mogutou look at him, and took the car back home to rest.
Xun Yuming already had a clue about the treatment, but he was not sure yet. He discussed with Cen Ji and them all night, and decided to learn from the method of injection transplantation in neural stem cell transplantation: "The problem now is that the local microenvironment changes due to injury, so it is not conducive to Cell Differentiation."
"In fact, there is a precedent for this in injection transplantation, because although there are many neurons on the scaffold, they will be swallowed or differentiated as soon as they are transferred to the nerve tissue, resulting in unsuccessful transplantation."
"However, the change of the local microenvironment is mainly due to the damage of the gene expression in this place. We can try to artificially intervene by injecting genetically modified nutritional factors to restore gene expression and promote the survival rate of transplantation."
Cen Ji said: "Actually, in order to solve the problem of differentiation, we have already established a neural stem cell line. As long as the genes in the pluripotent stem cells are edited according to the stem cell line, it can be cycled and differentiated. But the current microenvironment has destroyed this circulatory system. We just need to solve this problem, the research itself is not flawed, it just ignores an external condition."
"Missing by a tiny bit, you can lose by a thousand miles." Xun Yuming shook his head and said, "If every patient's trauma needs to solve the destructive microenvironment before performing nerve cell transplantation, then this technology will not be universal. Let's solve Xue Jiayan's problem first tonight, and talk about the rest later."
"Is it still an injection?" Mushroom Head asked, "This way the trauma is smaller, but the operation is very precise, otherwise there will be damage to the part where the syringe passes."
Xun Yuming nodded and said, "You are going to gene-edit nerve factors, and I will inject them."
Several people discussed and split the task into seven steps, with one person in charge of one piece of content. Taking advantage of Xue Jiayan's coma for a short time and before causing permanent brain damage, a treatment plan was made overnight.
After a whole night passed, the nutrient factors for injection were ready, Cen Ji went to the dean's office to say hello to Lao Chen, and Xun Yuming took people to the ward building so that the nurse could send Xue Jiayan to the operating room reserved by Mushroom Head.
Zhuang Yi woke up early in the morning to look for him, and happened to see him at the elevator entrance, so they went to the neurosurgery operating room on the fourth floor together. The elevator door opened slowly, everyone stepped out, suddenly a white shadow flashed past, Sun Zhuo hurriedly ran across the corridor, and kicked open the door of the duty room with a "bang".
"Damn it!" Cen Ji had better watch the excitement, he hurriedly greeted the juniors in the laboratory, and rushed over together.
Xun Yuming and Zhuang Yi followed behind, and through a floor-to-ceiling window, Sun Zhuo jumped up like crazy and kicked Dr. Liu Hongxiang's chair over. When the people around heard the movement, they rushed over like a tide, and whispered continuously for a while, guessing what it was.
Liu Hongxiang helped his glasses and got up from the ground in embarrassment. Before he could stand up, he was knocked down by Sun Zhuo's punch.
His face was flushed, and the veins on his forehead were exposed. He picked up the blood pressure monitor on the table and threw it at the top of Liu Hongxiang's head, cursing as he hit it: "Fuck you, if something happens, just shrink your head and let it go!" ! Who told me to look for Hong Tao? Now that the police are here, you're a bastard, pretending to be dead, and I'll beat you to death!"
His attack was so ruthless that Liu Hongxiang's head was bleeding instantly.
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