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Chapter 95 Memory Transplantation
Happiness is always short-lived, especially for Xiaoxiao. Within two days, "I" had problems with my physical condition.

The ward suddenly became crowded. The doctor would come several times a day, but he would leave shaking his head every time.

"I" was lying on the bed, looking much weaker, Xiaoxiao kept comforting him beside him, saying that everything would be fine.

I had given up my initial guess and had to tell myself that "my" body didn't seem to be occupied by outsiders.Because of this, his bewilderment, his pain and helplessness seem to make me empathize.

This pain should have been borne by me.

Sitting next to "I", Xiaoxiao still shoulders the responsibilities of a girlfriend, but she obviously doesn't know what to do, which makes people feel distressed.

This scene is very familiar. I have seen it many times in the hospital. If there is no accident, the next scene is called life and death.

I grabbed a doctor and asked, "What's wrong with the patient?"

"Can you not know what's going on? It can't be saved."

The doctor sighed and left directly.

I was stunned, looking at myself who was weak on the hospital bed, speechless for a long time.

Early the next morning, there was no one in the ward. I asked someone, and it turned out that Xiaoxiao had already brought "me" home.

"Go home..."

I can guess Xiaoxiao's thoughts, since "I" can't be saved, at least I have to bring "I" to relive the past memories at the last moment.

In the past period of time, Xiaoxiao lived in the company for a better job and rarely went home.

But even in these days when she is not around, I will keep the house very tidy, after all, she likes to be clean.

I think she will be happier when she sees it.

When I thought about it, I had already arrived at the door of my house. This small house carried a lot of memories, and this memory was also imprinted in the minds of me and Xiaoxiao. Unfortunately, "I" lost the memory.

After hesitating again and again, I knocked on the door.

It was Xiaoxiao who opened the door, she looked normal, but to me, the sadness in her eyes couldn't be hidden.

I asked her about "me".

"It's been more than half a month since he came back, and his health is getting worse and worse." Xiaoxiao's voice trembled, "But he still can't remember, I'm afraid he won't remember me until the last moment."

More than half a month?Didn't you even have a day?
Looking at Xiaoxiao's sad face, I didn't care about it, I stretched out my hand, but I didn't put it on her shoulder after all, and comforted me: "I...he will remember."

Xiaoxiao shook her head bitterly. She looked out the window and sighed: "Actually, I can guess a little bit about his illness. He can't hide it from me. In fact, he also asked you to help hide it from me, right?"

She looked at me and continued: "He knows that I am career-minded, and he is afraid that I will worry, so he doesn't even want to tell me that he is sick."

"But I'm working hard to make money, isn't it just for our future? I don't think about anything now, I just hope he can think of me in the end and say goodbye to me."

I was silent.

Xiaoxiao walked into the room where I lived, took out a box, handed it to me and said, "He told me before that if one day everything is over, then give this thing to Dr. Wang."

"Why did you give it to me?" I took the box and searched my memory hard, but I didn't have the impression of this matter, I forgot too many things.

"I don't know." Xiaoxiao glanced at me wearily, and murmured, "Why don't you want to tell me, no matter what happens to him, I will never leave him..."

Even if it's... become like me?
I opened my mouth, but didn't speak after all.

In fact, I have been confused for a long time, am I still me now?
When the body is separated from the emotional memory, is it the innate personality or the acquired memory that determines a person?

The "I" in the room and the me standing here should already be two different people, right?
I left the room and opened the box in my hand.

Inside the box were an envelope, a strangely shaped syringe, and an exquisite ring.

That is Xiaoxiao's favorite ring.

I already had a faint guess in my heart, carefully opened the envelope, and took out the letter. It was indeed my handwriting.

"Hello, I."

"I don't know whether the memory transplant was successful, or whether you have completely retained the memory. In order to prevent accidents and give you another chance to make a choice, I wrote this letter specially."

"I have devoted myself to researching ways to extend life, and finally put all my hopes on memory. If memory can be transplanted, can life continue with it?"

"I succeeded, and I will die."

"When I learned about my physical condition, my research was basically completed. I was reluctant to leave Xiaoxiao like this, so I planned to complete this experiment myself. The one surnamed Wang is the target I have been observing for a long time."

"He clings to Xiaoxiao shamelessly, and no one cares about him yet, so he is very suitable to be replaced by me. Of course, if the experiment is successful, his memory will also be covered by mine, which is no different from death."

Seeing this, I couldn't calm down for a long time, no wonder I would say that I am ashamed of the surname Wang...

I always suspected that Dr. Wang wanted to harm me, but I didn't expect that I was the real perpetrator.

No one wants to take my body, but I want to give it up.

"The research has just been completed, and I don't know what the consequences will be. Of course, the best result is that I can keep all the memories and accompany Xiaoxiao with another identity for the rest of my life. In this case... it should be regarded as keeping the promise, right?"

"When you read this letter, you don't know if my body is dead. If you need it, you can transplant the memory back to the original body."

"Perhaps you will face a painful choice... I hope you and I choose differently."

"I don't know if you still remember, I was planning to propose to Xiaoxiao, but now it seems that I no longer have the chance."

At this point, the content of the letter ends.

To choose whether to transplant memories back into my dying body?
I dropped the letter, pondered for a long time, looked at the ring, then at the syringe, Xiaoxiao's words suddenly echoed in my ears.

"I don't think about anything now, I just want him to think of me at the end and say goodbye to me."

What does Xiaoxiao want, is it a strange and cold long-term companion, or a short but hot farewell?
I don't know, but I've made a choice.

I put the ring and the syringe in my pocket and knocked on the door again. Xiaoxiao took me to see the weak "me".

I put one hand in my pocket, looked at the dying "me" on the hospital bed, clenched the syringe in my pocket, and then let go, and repeated this for an unknown number of times before finally looking at Xiaoxiao next to me.

"You shouldn't have brought him back, I can save him," I said.

"Really?" Xiaoxiao heard the words, her face was in disbelief, her eyes were full of pleading.

"Of course, please trust my medical skills."

So "I" was sent back to the hospital and moved to the operating table.

However, of course I knew nothing about surgery, so under my arbitrary operation, "I" died without any suspense.

In my opinion, it's calling me to kill me.

And in the reports, it was an astonishing medical malpractice.

After hearing the news, Xiaoxiao naturally hated me to death, but this is exactly what I want.

Hatred is always longer than love, she needs this power as the driving force of her life, and no matter what happens afterwards, as long as she lives well, that's enough.

Of course, what she hates is only Dr. Wang, not me anyway.

And for me, maybe it's time for the second phase of the experiment.

(End of this chapter)