2052, Thirty Years Of Sleep

On the afternoon of March 2, 2052.

Yan Taki returned home as usual, opened the door and shouted: "I'm back."

In the past, grandma would always come out with a smile and ask: "You're back? What do you want to eat?" However, today he had changed his shoes and didn't hear a response from the other party.

"Grandma?" Yan Long raised his voice a little higher.

The room was still silent.

Did you go shopping for groceries? Or did he visit Grandma Li’s house in the same building again?

Yan Taki threw his schoolbag on the sofa, and then another thought came to his mind, and this thought made his heart tighten suddenly.

Grandma's physical condition has been getting worse and worse recently. Although she usually still smiles and seems to be no different from before, her condition has declined visibly since her grandfather left a year ago. This can't be hidden no matter how hard it is. living.

Yan Taki trotted to the bedroom and opened the door. There was a figure covered with a quilt lying on the bed.

"Grandma?" He didn't want to alarm the other party, so he cautiously stepped forward to check on grandma.

Li Hui was lying on the bed with her eyes closed, and she didn't seem to have anything strange.

"Grandma?" Yan Long patted the old man's shoulder gently, but the other party still didn't respond.

He was completely panicked, and with slightly trembling hands, he took out his cell phone from his pocket and planned to call an ambulance.

"Xiaotaki?" Li Hui opened her eyes, her voice a little weak.

"Grandma, are you okay?" Yan Long knelt directly beside the bed, his usual calm demeanor now gone.

"Grandma is fine... I'm just a little tired. I want to take a nap..." Li Hui smiled, but then her eyelids drooped uncontrollably, and she gradually became silent again.

Yan Long stretched out his hand to feel her breath, but felt it was too weak. He immediately called the hospital without hesitation: "Hello 120? Please send an ambulance to the 112th floor of Building 4 of Langyang Community immediately. Something’s not right with my grandma.”

...

Outside the emergency room of Menxia No. 1 Hospital, a young man in school uniform sat helplessly on a stool in the corridor, his fingers clasped tightly, and the veins on the back of his hands were exposed.

The "rescue in progress" red light on the top of the double doors not far away was always on, which made him a little upset.

How long have I been waiting here?

Yan Taki took out his cell phone from his pocket. The time displayed on it made him realize that he had been sitting there for fifty minutes without knowing it.

He first clicked on the message box with the word "Dad" in the note. The latest message between the two was sent by him an hour ago {Grandma seems to have fallen ill and is now on her way to the hospital. }, and the other party has not responded until now.

Yan Yiming went on a business trip two days ago. It seemed that he was representing Menxia City to participate in some national conference and a series of follow-up activities. According to the plan, he would not be back until the day after tomorrow.

There is also an information box below with the note "Teacher Yan", and the red dot in the upper right corner keeps flashing.

After opening it, there was a message from the other party: {How is your grandma doing now? It shouldn't be a big problem, right? }

{Where is your dad? Has your father replied to you? }

{What did the doctor say? }

{Do you have money? If not, you can use your grandma's electronic banking. The password is her birthday. }

Yan Taki first answered the above questions one by one, then hesitated for a moment and gritted his teeth: {We must prepare for the worst now. }

After typing this sentence, the young man stood up from his chair. He took one last look at the red light on the emergency room, turned around and walked quickly to the elevator.

He hated the powerless feeling of being unable to do anything while waiting. Instead of sitting here and praying for God's blessing, he would do his best to take the development of the situation into his own hands.

...

The fourth floor of Peach Blossom Spring.

Xiaojing looked at the young man walking from the end of the corridor with a smile and felt a little emotional in her heart. More than a year ago, the young man was still childish and had a strong youthful spirit, but now he is completely considered an adult just by looking at his height and temperament.

However, when the other party got closer, she noticed something was wrong.

In her impression, the eldest son of the deputy director of the Special Branch had a calm and steady personality. However, at this moment, the other party looked like an ant on a hot pot, with his brows furrowed and eagerness and panic written all over his face.

"I want to make an appointment for brain cryosurgery." Yan Long said before entering the door.

"Please come in first." Xiaojing quickly got out of the way.

The glass door was closed tightly, and Yan Long stood in front of the table and emphasized again: "I want to make an appointment for brain cryosurgery, right away, the sooner the better."

As for grandma, he didn't try to persuade her to accept formal brain cryopreservation surgery at all.

Grandpa has been a principal for decades and traveled across most of China. In the end, he could not accept that his brain was soaked in nutrient solution. Trying to convince grandma, who has followed grandpa step by step all her life, is a fantasy.

Moreover, Yan Taki can't tell grandma that his grandfather's consciousness has been uploaded to the Internet. The old man can't hide it from his heart and everything is written on his face. If he really told her, his father would probably notice something strange in a few days. A little more A few questions will tell you everything.

Sometimes the only way to cover up a lie is another lie. When you embark on a black road, all the forks behind it are the same color.

"Okay, is it still Crystal Angel?" Xiaojing also saw the other party's anxiety and got straight to the point.

"That's right, the total price is still 1 million, right? There are 530,000 in this card, and I'll ask you for a loan for the rest." Yan Long placed a translucent magnetic card on the table.

This is the money that "Teacher Yan", Grandpa, took out. The savings of the two elders are now in the hands of grandma. Even if they are spent, my father will not know about it immediately.

No, you may never even know that that man only cares about work and never cares about family affairs.

Xiaojing frowned slightly and said with a hint of regret in her voice: "I'm sorry, the current conservative estimate of all items for this type of surgery is about 1.8 million."

"Why is it so expensive?" Yan Long reached out and patted the table in desperation, making a loud bang.

The glass door slid open silently, and a young man in gray uniform looked inside.

"Because consciousness uploading is now legal, there are more and more formal channels for this kind of surgery, and the black market is getting less and less business."

Xiaojing explained while retrieving various information on the screen:

"Since the quantity is low, they naturally want to increase the unit price. People who would do business with them are probably desperate and have no other choice. Since the fat sheep tied themselves to the tree, there is no reason for them not to kill them. One knife."

This group of guys is an illegal organization that wanders in the quagmire of crime outside the law. It is somewhat difficult to let them retain their conscience.

"After calculation, the total price of the surgery is 1.92 million yuan." She quoted a price that made people feel chilled in their hearts.

"What about just brain freezing surgery?" Yan Long clenched his fists and squeezed out a few words through his teeth.

"1.03 million." Xiaojing answered quickly.

"Then just do this, give me a loan, the conditions are the same."

"Sorry, you still have more than 300,000 yuan left to repay the loan. It is difficult for us to provide you with a loan of nearly 500,000 yuan."

Yan Long's expression became a little ferocious, and he wanted to say something, but the phone buzzed, and Yan Yiming's message was displayed on the screen: {How is your grandma doing now? }

It's been two hours and you just replied like this?

He ignored it, stared into the eyes of the woman opposite and asked eagerly: "Please help me think of a solution."

"I'm sorry, I'm just a clerk." Xiaojing spread her hands with an aggrieved expression, saying that she really couldn't help.

Yan Taki sat down on the chair, his brain running rapidly, thinking of various possibilities to solve the problem.

Borrow money from friends?

But for what reason? And they are also high school students. Where can they get so much money? It is better not to involve them.

Are you going to fight down there to make money?

There is not enough time, grandma may be in danger at any time, and who knows whether the weapons master will still be waiting for her in the Peach Blossom Spring.

How about... confess it? Frankly confess to him, this little money should be fine, right?

Just then the cell phone on the table rang, and the caller ID was "Dad."

Yan Long bit his nails and looked at the screen with a gloomy expression, neither answering nor hanging up.

After about a minute, the phone automatically rejected the call.

No, you absolutely cannot tell him that this option never existed in the first place.

Yantaki's breathing became heavier and heavier, and his face and neck turned slightly red visibly.

"How about I give you Crystal Angel's phone number and you try to negotiate the price?" Xiao Jing, who was sitting opposite, suggested cautiously.