Surgery Godfather

Chapter 2155: Chapter 1800: He Deserves This (2)

Their child is twelve years old this year and is in the first year of middle school. The child is very sensible and has been helping mom take care of dad since young. The first thing the child does after coming home from school is ask, "How’s dad today?" The second thing is to do homework. Chen Jianguo said, his biggest regret in life is not being unable to stand, but not being able to take the child out to play. When the child was born, he was in the ICU, covered in tubes, unable to even turn his head. Later, when the child could walk and call him "dad," he could only watch from the wheelchair.

The last paragraph of the email was written like this:

"Professor Yang, I know there are many people applying to be volunteers, I’m not special compared to anyone else. But I still want to tell you my story, not because I am more pitiable, but because I want you to know, if one day I could stand up, the first thing I’d like to do is take my wife and child out to see the world..."

After reading this email, Yang Ping placed the printout on the desk, leaned his back against the chair, and stared at the ceiling for a long time.

Then he stood up, holding the email, and walked to the Animal Experiment Department.

Manstein was in the animal room, recording M7’s behavior data. M7 was in a good state today, having walked twenty-five steps consecutively, setting a new record. Fritz stood nearby, holding a notebook, with a barely visible smile on his lips.

"Manstein!" Yang Ping stood at the doorway.

Manstein turned his head, saw the paper in Yang Ping’s hand, and set down the recording board.

"There’s an email you should see."

Manstein took it, read it from beginning to end. After reading, he put the email on the desk, took off his glasses, and rubbed his eyes.

"Professor, I want to meet this person."

"Out of over three thousand emails, why him?"

Manstein looked at Yang Ping, silent for a moment.

"Because he’s a police officer, injured while protecting others, and his wife hasn’t left him for eleven years. If society cannot give such a person a chance, then it’s too cold."

Yang Ping nodded.

"It’s not me giving him the chance, it’s you, it’s your experiment, the volunteers are decided by you."

Manstein shook his head.

"Professor, you’re wrong, it’s not ’my experiment,’ it’s ’our experiment.’ The theory is yours, the experiment is mine, but the direction was opened by you, and we decide the volunteers together."

"Then let’s decide on him," Yang Ping said, "not just because his story is touching, but because of his physical condition. An eleven-year-old injury, complete T5 damage, no serious complications, generally in good condition. From a medical standpoint, he meets the criteria for inclusion."

Manstein looked at Yang Ping and slowly smiled. freewebnovel.cσ๓

"Professor, you’re always like this, explaining logically when others are moved."

"After the logic is explained, it’s not too late to be moved."

The next day, the experiment team contacted Chen Jianguo.

The call was made by a Chinese doctor, but Manstein sat beside him, listening the entire time. Chen Jianguo’s voice came through the speakerphone, carrying the unique calmness of a Southerner.

"Mr. Chen, I am a liaison for Professor Manstein’s team. Regarding the preliminary assessment for a human trial volunteer, we would like to invite you to the institute for a comprehensive examination."

"Really?" The other party’s tone was very excited.

"Yes, really."

"When?"

"Next week, we will notify you of the specific time. We will cover the transportation and accommodation costs for your trip."

After a moment of silence, a woman’s voice came from the other end, very small but very clear: "Jianguo, what’s going on?" Chen Jianguo said, "Professor Manstein’s team wants me to come for an examination." The woman said, "I’ll go with you."

Chen Jianguo’s voice trembled a bit: "Can I bring someone?"

"Of course, is it your wife?"

"Yes!"

"Welcome!"

"Thank you! Thank you all."

The call ended.

On the day Chen Jianguo arrived, Nandu had a light rain.

Tang Shun went to the train station to pick them up. Manstein originally wanted to go, but Yang Ping said, "Wait in the laboratory. A formal reception at the station would put pressure on him." Manstein thought it over and agreed, so he stayed in the laboratory.

Tang Shun held a sign at the station exit that said "Chen Jianguo." In the crowd, a woman pushed a wheelchair out of the accessible passage. The woman appeared to be in her forties, with short hair, dressed plainly, with a calm expression. A man sat in the wheelchair, his skin very pale, the kind of pale from long absence of sunlight.

Tang Shun went over, squatted down, and met the eyes of the person in the wheelchair.

"Mr. Chen? I’m Tang Shun, Manstein sent me to pick you up."

Chen Jianguo extended his hand and shook hands with Tang Shun. His grip was firm, not at all like someone who had been in a wheelchair for eleven years.

"Thank you." he said.

"It’s no trouble, is this your wife?"

The woman smiled a bit: "Yes, my last name is Li."

Tang Shun pushed the wheelchair out. Sister Li followed beside them, carrying a large bag. When Tang Shun offered to carry it for her, she declined, saying it wasn’t heavy, though the bag looked at least ten pounds.

In the car, Chen Jianguo watched the city scenery outside the window without speaking. Sister Li sat next to him, occasionally adjusting the blanket on his legs. Her movements were very natural, gentle, like she had done it countless times before.

Watching this through the rearview mirror, Tang Shun felt a surge of indescribable emotion. These two people had been together for at least thirteen years, having gone through things he couldn’t imagine, sitting quietly here, like two stones polished countless times by water; smooth, warm, and not harsh.

In front of the institute, Manstein stood there.

He didn’t hold an umbrella, the rain falling on his graying hair, streaming down his forehead. He stood there like an old tree, rooted to the ground, unmoving.

Tang Shun’s car stopped, Manstein walked over and opened the rear car door.

Chen Jianguo looked up at this unfamiliar foreign old man. Sister Li, standing beside him, spoke first: "Are you Professor Manstein?"

"I am!" Manstein said clearly in Chinese, "Welcome!"

Chen Jianguo extended his hand, and Manstein shook it, not letting go.

"Mr. Chen, before you decide whether to participate in our research, I want to tell you three things first."

Chen Jianguo looked at him.

"First, this research has never been done on humans. I don’t know whether it will succeed or if there will be severe side effects. I can’t give you any promises."

Chen Jianguo nodded.

"Second, even if successful, you won’t be able to return to your pre-injury state. You might stand up, walk a few steps, but running, jumping, climbing stairs... these might never be possible. You need to think it over."

Chen Jianguo nodded again. freёwebnovel.com

"Third," Manstein’s voice lowered a bit, "if you decide to participate, you will be one of the most important patients in my life, not because you’re the first, but because you’re worthy."

The rain continued, the three stood in the institute’s lobby, Sister Li standing behind Chen Jianguo’s wheelchair, hands on the wheelchair’s handles.

Chen Jianguo said, "Professor Manstein, I’ve thought over the three things you mentioned. I’ve been in a wheelchair for eleven years, thinking every day whether, if there were a chance, I’d be willing to take the gamble. My answer has never changed."

He paused, looked up.

"I’m willing!"

Sister Li didn’t speak, just looked at her husband with encouraging eyes.

"Come on, we need to do some tests first."

After entering the institute, Manstein took the Chen Jianguo couple to visit the laboratory and the Animal Experiment Department. When Chen Jianguo saw M7 for the first time, the wheelchair stopped in front of the cage, and he looked for a long time. M7 also looked at him, tilting its head, with a look in its eyes that Yang Ping was familiar with—not fear, not anticipation, but a calm, composed curiosity.

"Is it M7?" Chen Jianguo asked.

"Yes," Manstein said.

Chen Jianguo reached out, gently touching M7’s fingers through the cage. M7 didn’t pull back; instead, it held his finger and shook it a little.

"M7, thank you," he said, "Thank you for standing up first for those of us who can’t."