Chapter 763 Returning from the dead, the mighty mirror 2

  Si Mingjing accompanied Mo Yinhe to the funeral, and arrived at the hospital an hour later.

  In the corridor at the entrance of the morgue, two women were crying.

  A gray-haired one should be the mother of the deceased;

  A middle-aged woman who fell on the ground and couldn't get up, should be the wife of the deceased.

   There are also a few men sitting on the benches in the corridor, covering their faces with their hands, looking unbearable.

  The deceased was one of the few pioneers in the aerospace field, named Yang Zhuchao, a world-renowned scientist, one of the most proud talents dug by Mo Yinhe, and the main person in charge of the Yinhe space base.

  Yang Zhuchao suffered a heart attack during a meeting and died. This incident was unacceptable to everyone. The entire corridor was crowded with people from Yang Zhuchao's team, and everyone was very heartbroken.

  Seeing Mo Yinhe hurried over, everyone automatically gave way to a passage.

  Mo Yinhe looked sad, walked over the crowd, walked in front of Mrs. Yang and Mrs. Yang, and bowed.

   After that, I walked into the morgue.

  Si Mingjing also followed Mo Yinhe to express condolences to the family of the deceased, and then walked into the mortuary.

  She knew that Mo Yinhe was sad, so she followed him every step of the way and comforted him silently. At this time, no words are worth a thousand words, and she knew that he only needed company.

  Mo Yinhe entered the morgue, wanting to see Yang Zhuchao for the last time.

  In the mortuary, there are two persons in charge of Yinhe Space Base, who are also colleagues and old friends of Yang Zhuchao. After seeing Mo Yinhe, he bowed down and said sadly, "Your Excellency, are you here?"

"Um."

  In the morgue, there was a mobile bed, on which lay Yang Zhuchao, covered with a white cloth.

  Mo Yinhe paused, took a deep breath, walked to the bed with difficulty, and lifted the white hijab.

  Yang Zhuchao, who passed away, had a serene expression, closed his eyes quietly, and passed away forever.

   Mo Yinhe suddenly burst into tears, quietly looking at the seniors and elders who were still arguing with him in the video memory a few hours ago, until now he has no way to accept that Yang Zhuchao has passed away.

  His voice choked slightly: "Uncle Yang? Don't tease me, this joke is not funny at all!"

  He still remembers a few years ago, when he was only a five-year-old child, because he was interested in aerospace and the universe, his father recruited many talents in this field for him.

  At that time, my father recruited many talents, and Yang Zhuchao was the most inconspicuous one.

  At that time, Yang Zhuchao was only in his early thirties, and he had just graduated from postdoctoral research a few years ago, so his qualifications were low.

  In the era when doctoral students were flooding, his dual-degree doctorate was not very popular. He wanted to enter an aerospace industry-related unit, but he couldn't find a suitable one.

   This incident was in the news at the time, and people said that even doctoral students went home to sell pork, which was too rolled.

  But there is a professional astronomical telescope at his pork stall.

  When there is no business, I just look at the sky with an astronomical telescope all day long, and I am ridiculed by the media as a nerd.

The reason why he was able to be spotted by his father and recruited here is because many of his papers published in aerospace-related professional magazines are very cutting-edge, and he is called a lunatic with rich imagination, whimsical to the point of being unrealistic, but Dad finds it interesting.

  Up to now, Mo Yinhe is sure that his father is the real Bole, and has discovered Yang Zhuchao, a great horse.

  The first spacecraft of the Yinhe Space Base was designed by Yang Zhuchao and his team. It took no more than two years and shocked the whole world at that time!

   That year, Yang Zhuchao was only thirty-four years old and became famous overnight.

  There is only a thin line between a genius and a madman.

  Yang Zhuchao has too many ideas. Every one of his ideas has been realized in these years, which is a historic leap in the aerospace industry. Now he still has many lunatic ideas that have not been realized, but people are gone...

Mo Yinhe couldn't accept it, he lowered his voice, while talking about the things they have achieved together since they met Uncle Yang, depressed about the dreams that have not yet been realized, and asked: "Uncle Yang, you still have so many geniuses. The idea has not been realized, if you leave, who will realize it?"

...

  As Mo Yinhe spoke, he became angry: "Uncle Yang, open your eyes, do you hear me?!"

   Several of Yang Zhuchao’s colleagues stood beside them, covering their mouths. They were so sad!

  The more Mo Yinhe talked, the more angry he became, and he was almost impulsive enough to arrest Yang Zhuchao who was lying on the bed...

Seeing that Mo Yinhe was agitated, Si Mingjing was about to comfort him and tell him to calm down when his phoenix eyes glanced at the face of the deceased, and suddenly he frowned slightly. She subconsciously took out the wrist of the deceased from the white hijab, and gave it to him. He feels the pulse.

  No pulse, probably dead, etc...

  Si Mingjing suddenly walked around to the end of the mobile hospital bed, lifted the white hijab, and touched the soles of the deceased's feet.

  Old Mrs. Yang and Mrs. Yang walked in with each other's support. Seeing Si Mingjing's actions, they were very dissatisfied.

   Mrs. Yang scolded: "You! What are you doing?"

  Her husband has passed away, and she doesn't want anyone to touch her husband's body, especially the soles of the feet. Mrs. Yang is disgusted by being touched by a woman.

  Si Mingjing didn't speak, she was feeling her pulse.

  It is said that the soles of the feet are the second heart of a person, and there are pictures of the internal organs of a person on the feet.

  Mrs. Yang saw Si Mingjing striding over, and wanted to push Si Mingjing away.

  Mo Yinhe stepped forward and stood in front of Mrs. Yang.

  He also didn't like Si Mingjing touching the soles of other men's feet, and his voice was very low: "Ming Jing?"

  Si Mingjing didn't speak, she was concentrating on her pulse.

  Mo Yinhe could only wait patiently, with some anticipation in his heart, curious about what Der Spiegel was doing, could it be...

  Mo Yinhe didn't dare to have too much fantasy. While he strongly hoped that a miracle would happen, he had to face the fact that Uncle Yang died suddenly.

  At this time, Si Mingjing suddenly affirmed: "It's a suspended animation, I'm going to give him an injection."

  After she said this, everyone in the morgue stared at her blankly.

  A person next to him said: "No, no, it's impossible, right? The electrocardiogram has been taken, and the doctor has pronounced him dead."

  Mrs. Yang suddenly stepped forward and clenched Si Mingjing's hand, her voice trembling: "Really, really? I beg you to save my son, save my son..."

   "Old lady, let me go first."

   "Oh oh oh!" Mrs. Yang immediately let go of her, and stood beside her crying and laughing.

  Fortunately, Si Mingjing has the habit of carrying silver needles with her, so she took out the silver needle bag from her pocket without saying a word, and said to Mo Yinhe: "Tell everyone to go out, I need a quiet environment."

  (end of this chapter)