In the ward, Mrs. Huizi was lying on the bed and was already asleep. In her nostrils, there was an oxygen tube inserted into her nostrils - this was added in recent hours, because her condition had begun to spread rapidly from her vision to other aspects, the most fatal of which was difficulty breathing.

"Wake up!" The inappropriate male voice interrupted her sleep - Gregory stood at the head of the bed, holding a watch in his hand, and looked at her very seriously.

"You are my attending physician, right?" Mrs. Huizi tried hard to adjust her head to the angle facing Gregory. "Is there anything wrong?"

"I want you to sign a notice to agree to chemotherapy," Gregory did not say anything polite, but handed her a document directly. "After signing, we will start treating you."

"You... found out that there was cancer in my body?" Mrs. Huizi took the form and frowned. "Give me a pen..."

"Give it to you," Gregory handed her the ballpoint pen that had been prepared long ago. "Well... we actually have no evidence to confirm that you have cancer. The relevant tests are still in progress, and the results have not been confirmed yet."

"You mean, you are not sure I have cancer, but you are planning to let me take cancer treatment that is very threatening to your body?" Mrs. Keiko showed an incredible expression. "Don't you think this is a bit unreasonable?"

"..." Gregory was silent for a moment. "Indeed, but honestly, for now-"

Gregory's words suddenly stopped because after expressing doubts about the safety of radiotherapy, Mrs. Keiko still signed her name on the treatment consent form without hesitation.

"You..." Gregory's expression became slightly solemn. "Why did you sign?"

"Is there any problem?" After signing the name, Mrs. Keiko's arm seemed to suddenly lose strength, and she let the gravity drop them on the bed.

"Did you know that chemotherapy may be dangerous, but you still chose to agree?" Gregory asked. "Often people don't do this, but you..."

"Why don't you sign?" Mrs. Huizi suddenly squeezed out a somewhat miserable smile. "Anyway... if it's cancer, as long as I don't die, the worst result will be to remove my eyes, right?"

"Often people often take this as a very heavy price," Gregory narrowed his eyes slightly and sat on the chair next to Mrs. Keiko's bed with interest. "But you seem to care about it at all... You should have received a cornea transplant more than 20 years ago, right? This shows that your eyes were not good before. So, please give me a reason - give me a reason why you still don't cherish it after enjoying the light after the darkness for so long."

"Well, my eyes were almost blind before I received the transplant," Mrs. Keiko snorted softly. "Intuitively, myopia at 1900 degrees in the left eye and 2200 degrees in the right eye were almost invisible.

"But after I got the transplant, I didn't feel any good - I'm a math teacher now, but do you know what major I studied before I graduated from a master's degree and had a corneal transplant??"

"I don't know, so I'm waiting for you to say--but considering that you are a math teacher now, I predict that you were a math student who was highly myopic to almost blind before you were treated."

"You're wrong," Madam Keiko whispered a little sarcastic. "To be honest, I majored in architecture before I recovered my eyesight, and I ranked among the top in the University of Tokyo."

"Architect from the University of Tokyo?" Gregory's surprise was obvious. "What do you mean is that after seeing it, you gave up such a promising career in architects?"

"Well," Mrs. Huizi nodded. "In the years when I couldn't see, my eyes were blind, but my heart was bright. The doctor told me that if I could recover my vision, then my life would be very happy - I would be able to travel, date, and get married. Maybe that's what it should be. After all, even the children under your subordinates thought I must have a very happy life, right? Look at them, and even called me Mrs. Huizi... But my surname was actually brought to me by my parents..."

"According to your words, don't you feel happier after you recover your eyesight?" Gregory changed his sitting position, and this action made his cane bump against the ground, attracting Mrs. Keiko's attention.

"Because when I could see clearly, I found that the world was frustrating, not even as dark as the land of the mind painted by my heart." Mrs. Keiko glanced at him. "You have a problem with your legs, right? If you recover, you will find that there is nothing great."

"No, I have recovered briefly, so I cherish my health very much." Gregory stared at Madam Keiko's eyes. "I am forgiving, you are not really unable to feel the new happiness brought by your eyesight, but simply sitting in the room of Zhilan for a long time and unable to smell the fragrance."

"Is that true," Mrs. Keiko didn't take what Gregory said to heart. "It seems that I can only say that everyone is different."

...

Anatomy room.

"You guys," Gregory pushed open the door and walked in. "Are there any new discoveries?"

Wherever his eyes reached, Qianyu was carefully cutting something on the deceased's pancreas.

"There are no new discoveries yet, but there is a new idea now," Qian Yu glanced at Gregory, who was staring at his hand, and replied. "DNA technology... If we can gene sequencing these cancer cells and find ways to get the transplant's relative genes, can we characterize the cancer?"

"What you mean is that there is cancer in the donor's body. When transplanted, the cancer cells that have long been lurking in all the organs will be transferred to all the transplanted bodies?" Gregory frowned. "Are you serious?"

"Uh..." Qian Yu was speechless for a while, and then muttered in a low voice after a long time. "Well, after all, we don't seem to have any particularly good directions now, and I may also lack understanding of this aspect... Is it actually impossible?"

"..." Gregory changed his attitude after thinking for a while. "No, maybe it's not completely impossible. You continue to do it. Fujiwara goes to search for the transplanter's information and see if there are any conditions to get the transplanter's genes to check."

"Uh..." Fujiwara hesitated for a moment. "If it's the genes of the transplanter, don't you have to find the transplanter himself?"
Chapter completed!