The Alps were covered in snow all year round.
A valley was shrouded in fog and the sun could not be seen.
An old medieval castle symbolized tradition and power. However, the antiquity was deliberately left behind as evidence of the passage of time and the continuation of the family.
Inside the castle, it was comparable to a luxurious seven-star hotel.
In the bedroom on the third floor, the curtains were drawn tightly.
A scrawny "person" was lying on a gray velvet sheet.
His hair was sparse, but it was combed neatly, giving off a sense of order.
His face was frighteningly pale. However, his face was full of scars, some of which were old scars, a small number of blisters and fresh ulcers.
The angle of his lips was very strange. The upper lip was curled up, the gums were shrunken, and the four canines were sharp and much longer than the other teeth.
In black silk pajamas, the old man held the bedsheets with both hands. His knuckles were stiff. Rather than human hands, it was more like some kind of animal's.
It just did not have that much long hair.
There was an IV stand at the head of the bed with a bag of whole blood hanging on it.
Domestic whole blood had been gradually phased out more than ten years ago and turned into component blood. If Zheng Ren was here, he would be very curious to recall the last time he saw whole blood.
A young man sat at the head of the bed. He was so similar to the old man lying on the bed, except that his face did not have blisters or ulcers, and his teeth were not as sharp as the old man's four canines.
Moreover, he was full of vitality, a sharp contrast to the old man on the bed who was dying.
"Father, the responses from Massachusetts, Hopkins, and Mayo aren't optimistic." The young man held some paper in his hand. His fingers were a little deformed, and they fell on the white paper.
"It's all useless." The old man shook his head. "Three billion US dollars a year, but there's no progress in the research. It's been more than a hundred years, but there's still no good news. "
He paused, sighed, and said, "Forget it, I'm used to it."
The young man said, "I'll urge them again."
"It's useless. Try not to go out as much as possible. The damn ultraviolet rays are really a headache," the old man said. "I think my mission will end soon and I'll go see the ancestors. Everything else will be taken over by you. You've performed well in the past fifty years. You're a suitable candidate, but it's not easy to take charge of a big family. "
"Father, you must remain optimistic." The young man, whose age was a mystery, did not continue the family leader's words. Instead, he waved the piece of paper in his hand and said, "Massachusetts General Hospital has recently chosen a third tenured professor. Their suggestion is to have this new tenured professor diagnose and treat you."
"Who are those old-fashioned kids looking for? Henry? No, Henry is in London, and Henry has come to see him, and there is nothing he can do. "The old man guessed only one name, and fell silent.
The family's unique physique was like this. While it brought him endless benefits, there were also some disadvantages.
However, these benefits definitely did not include immortality.
His body had endured for many, many years, and finally, it could not endure any longer.
Although the family had been acquiring, establishing, and investing in hospitals all over the world for hundreds of years. Almost all the blood banks in Europe and America were open to them, but blood transfusions and ingestion of blood could not keep him alive for another hundred years.
"Money can buy blood, but it can't buy life." The old man uttered a proverb from his hometown, but was interrupted by the young man. "Father, modern technology is advancing very quickly. You must keep your faith."
"Faith?" The old man's voice was a little slurred, and his expression was slightly dull. He was far less lively than the young man sitting next to him.
"That's a very interesting young man. He's not even 30 years old."
"Those little guys in Massachusetts are finally willing to lower their arrogant heads and admit that someone is better than them?" After saying a few words, the old man was exhausted, and his voice became more and more slurred.
The young man picked up a cup beside him. The cup was filled with bright red liquid. The smell of blood seemed to be full of vitality.
The old man drank the red liquid in the cup, but he did not recover his strength as quickly as before. He only felt slightly better.
"A very interesting young man. Dr. Mehar nominated him for this year's Nobel Prize in Medicine. I refuse," the young man said. "According to the rules you set ten years after the end of World War II, surgical methods are not good for our bodies. Only basic research can do this. This is a kind of guidance. "
After the old man finished drinking the bright red liquid with the smell of blood, he closed his eyes and did not speak.
His deformed fingers trembled more and more violently. His eyes slowly closed, but his eyelids kept moving.
Nearly three minutes later, he let out a long breath and said, "What's that little guy Mehar thinking?"
"He himself has a problem with clinical methods not being able to win the Nobel Prize, but as you said, billions of investments every year have been going on for hundreds of years, and he still hasn't seen any hope," the young man said. "He's already old, and he wants to challenge our authority in the last moments of his life."
"That's impossible. If he wants to die, I can fulfill his wish immediately," the old man said.
"But this little guy is very interesting. Here's his information." The young man handed over a few pieces of white paper.
However, the old man did not take it.
His eyes were half-closed, and his eyeballs moved fast and slow from time to time.
The vitality of life was slowly passing through his body, and he was now at the end of his rope.
It was as if a gust of wind would blow out the candle of life.
The young man did not speak, nor did he move. He was in a stalemate.
After a long time, the old man's voice sounded like a bat in a night cave. "Why are you so persistent?"
"Father, I'm not finished yet," the young man said with a smile. "This young man is helping the Royal Academy of Sciences solve the turbulence problem. Even the head of the academy went to see the king."
"Turbulence? A meaningless research. "
"That's true for us, but it's another situation for those poor people," the young man said. "This young man from Huaxia was hired by Massachusetts General Hospital, which proves that he has already entered the top ranks of the medical world. I insist on my suggestion to get him to take a look at you."
"It's useless."
"It's always good to give it a try," the young man said. "A tenured professor is already qualified to walk into this castle."
"I'm old, and I'm tired. Living in this world, every day was painful. Now, I'm already starting to look forward to meeting the ancestors, but it's a pity that I haven't achieved everything I want to do yet. "
"Then about the consultation …"
"You see, you'll be the patriarch in half a year. Now, I have to respect your opinion," the old man murmured.
The young man bowed and left.
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