Chapter 1410: Chapter 1410: A Choice That Determines the Future (4)

It was probably because they had gauged the time when Xiao Jianming would arrive at their place that Tang Sili spoke.

Ou Yanan said seriously, "Professor, he is too young. Deep hypnosis is extremely dangerous for him! He might not wake up!"

General twin telepathy definitely isn’t capable of guiding them to the Dark Island. Therefore, to enhance this peculiar physiological connection between the brothers, deep hypnosis has become a necessary method.

As a doctor, Ou Yanan is all too aware of the dangers of deep hypnosis. No, he can’t take that risk. Even to save Mingli, he cannot risk losing Lingxin.

To this, Tang Sili just said blandly, "I remember three years ago, you once told me that you couldn’t surpass that person. Now, when you have the opportunity to surpass that person, you’re actually giving it up."

Ou Yanan paused for a moment.

"Think about it, recall what that person said three years ago."

That demon said, if you aren’t absolutely confident, don’t become this kind of doctor.

"Exactly," said Tang Sili, "At the young master’s age, deep hypnosis has definite fatal risks. Moreover, once you depart, your journey will be fraught with hardships, possibly severing all contact with the outside world. In such circumstances, even if you wish to contact me for valuable advice, it will be impossible. Everything will depend on you alone to accomplish."

Ou Yanan’s expression grew more grave and solemn.

"Under such harsh conditions, are you willing to be a doctor? To save your two nephews, are you willing? Ask yourself first, why did you become a doctor? If you’re just worried about the risks, then I suggest you go home and sleep. Just like that person said, you have no right to be a doctor."

"..."

"If being a doctor is only about earning high salaries in a hospital without taking any risks, can that be called a doctor? You might as well create a medical robot. Robots are more precise than you and won’t take any risks outside the norm."

Ou Yanan took a long breath and forced a bitter smile, "Professor, I don’t know—"

Tang Sili knew what he meant; he implied that he didn’t know whether Tang Sili and that person were angels or demons.

"Alright, I’ve said what I needed to say. Help me tell my boss and his wife that I’m here waiting for their return."

There was a deep meaning in Tang Sili’s words. Ou Yanan detected a hint of intimidation and coercion in them.

What is the agreement between Tang Sili, Xiao Yebai, and Gu Nuan?

Ou Yanan, like everyone else, couldn’t fathom it.

Lingxin sat on Xiao Jianming’s knee and confidently said, "Thank you, Grandpa. I always felt useless, as if losing Mingli was my fault. This time, I will personally bring my brother home."

"Hmm." Xiao Jianming simply caressed the child’s head with his palm.

Now, everything is in place, only the east wind is missing.

*

After Tang Sili hung up the student’s call, he stared at the computer screen in the consultation room, seemingly deep in thought.

It was night in New York, yet daytime domestically.

He hadn’t seen any patients for many days now. Mrs. Zhao hadn’t come to see him either. Among the materials on his desk, there was an extra stack of various clinical research reports on the recovery of hand nerve function.

To him, these things were useless. After all, it’s a medical challenge that has yet to be conquered by the field. Without a miracle, nothing will change.

How likely is her miracle to happen? His experience as a doctor told him, almost zero.

Restoring the kind of sensitivity and perceptiveness required for a musician to operate an instrument is utterly impossible.

When was this sin-debt sown? The more he thought about it now, the more he recalled what the boss’s wife, Gu Nuan, said: it’s fate.

Since it’s fate, there’s no other way but to face it.

After closing the book, Tang Sili stood up and took off his white lab coat. Perhaps a walk and a change of pace might inspire some treatment ideas. Don’t think that being a doctor is just about burying your head in medical books all day. It’s not. A doctor is also an artist, especially if you want to achieve something that predecessors haven’t; finding inspiration and innovation is the only shortcut.

Life is bestowed by heaven. Like music, he always believed that only in nature can miracles be found.

He left the hospital’s main entrance, without driving, and began to wander leisurely through the city.

Perhaps it was because he was deeply engrossed in a mentally challenging conversation with nature that he was unaware someone was following him.

No, if that person were Zhao Mengjin, he would have noticed, but he knew it couldn’t be Zhao Mengjin. Zhao Mengjin had to undergo physical therapy today and wouldn’t be here. Besides Zhao Mengjin sneaking out of the hospital to follow him, he couldn’t imagine anyone else.

This situation indicates a mind that’s too rational and clear can also have flaws.

Stopping in a quiet spot in an open park, Tang Sili admired the flowers in the flowerbed.

A vehicle drove down a nearby circular road, not attracting much of his attention. Until the small van suddenly lost control, screeching towards him.

Tang Sili squinted his eyes, his body having nowhere to dodge, he could only leap into the flowerbed. Yet the van barreled through, uncaring of where he jumped. Just when he seemed out of options, at the crucial moment, someone lunged at him, pushing him away from the front of the van.

With a violent crash, someone was slammed into the air.

Tang Sili lay sprawled on the sidewalk. At this time, others nearby saw the incident and began to scream. The van fled in another direction.

Seeing the vehicle leaving, Tang Sili got up and walked over to the person who had been struck and thrown.

That person lay on the ground, blood streaming from their nose and mouth. From this situation, Tang Sili knew their life couldn’t be saved. He squatted down, looking confused and puzzled at the woman who had saved him: "Mrs. Ou?"

The one who had saved his life was indeed Ou Chunhua.

Ou Chunhua looked at him, squeezing out the last words she would ever utter.

Tang Sili leaned closer to her mouth, hearing her say: "My son, he’s in your hands."

After saying this, her hand fell limply to the ground, unmoving.

Tang Sili exhaled and said to the arriving ambulance, "Too late." After speaking, he walked alone through the gathering crowd, continuing onward.