I am weak and friendly

Chapter 60 The last wish
"First calibrate 'Yes', 'No', and 'Uncertain'."

“Sir, you said ‘yes’; okay, now say ‘no’…”

"The second step is to calibrate 'pain,' 'comfort,' and 'fatigue.'

"Sir...right, you're even answering questions faster now..."

Tang Yiping directed the operation from the bedside.

This is a calibration process summarized by a 5090 expert. It can quickly and effectively calibrate new users and enable basic communication as quickly as possible.

Because simple "yes," "no," and "uncertain" answers can already solve most simple communication and patient needs issues.

Tang Yiping thought it was excellent; the boss truly lived up to his reputation.

Qiu Zhaodong took matters into his own hands, just like an intern doctor, following Tang Yiping's instructions step by step, and quickly completed the calibration.

"Ask him about his current condition," Tang Yiping said after Qiu Zhaodong finished calibration.

"Sir, how are you feeling right now?"

The old man was about to answer when his chest began to heave, and he groaned uncontrollably, his body trembling.

"He's in so much pain..." The round-faced nurse, who was filming the whole thing, had tears in her eyes. "Let him rest for a bit, okay...?"

Her words only made the old man react more violently, which brought him even more pain.

Tang Yiping stepped forward, reached out and grabbed the old man's right hand, then clasped both hands together.

The old man's right hand was still connected to an injection device on the back of his hand, so Tang Yiping could only grasp the front of his hand.

It doesn't look like a hand at all; it looks more like a dry twig.

It only has a thin layer of skin, with jagged joints underneath.

Tang Yiping whispered, "Grandpa, I'm here. We're all here. You'll be alright, you'll be alright. It doesn't hurt anymore, it doesn't hurt anymore. We're here..."

— [Goodwill gesture] successful, [Friendly Beacon] activated.

It was as if a warm light enveloped the ward.

The old man's groans and convulsions gradually stopped, and even his breathing became steady.

The ward was deathly silent; everyone was staring at Tang Yiping.

The boy in the wheelchair held the old man's hand by the bedside and whispered words of comfort.

"Grandpa, shall we try one more time?"

The old man's gaze shifted and finally landed on Tang Yiping's face.

He nodded almost imperceptibly.

All eyes were on Tang Yiping.

The boy seemed to be radiating light.

"Let's begin," Tang Yiping said to Qiu Zhaodong.

"Ah, yes, sir, how do you feel right now?" Qiu Zhaodong asked again.

"Comfortable."

"Huh?" Qiu Zhaodong was taken aback. He thought Du Yuanshan would say "it hurts".

Did I say something wrong?
"Shouldn't we recalibrate?" Qiu Zhaodong felt that this was not right.

"It feels good, it doesn't hurt anymore," the old man emphasized.

For the first time in a long time, a look of relief appeared on the old man's face.

Tang Yiping felt the hand he was holding tighten its grip on his, so he tightened his grip as well, gently stroking the dry, sandpaper-like skin.

Then he nodded to Qiu Zhaodong: "The calibration is complete, you can ask now."

Qiu Zhaodong was both excited and nervous. He glanced at the round-faced nurse to make sure she was taking notes, and asked:
"Grandpa, what is your wish? Can you tell us?"

The old man became agitated again. Just as everyone was worried about his health and considering whether to stop the meeting, his voice came: "My grandson, granddaughter... I want to see them... see them..."

Although Tang Yiping used the new version, he did not adjust the electronic voice, and the voice the old man produced using the software was emotionless.

But the old man kept repeating "see them," and everyone could feel his longing.

"Honestly, you're so sick, and they don't even come to see you. Why do you still want to see them?" The round-faced nurse complained, her eyes red-rimmed. She was the elderly woman's personal nurse, the one who cared for her day and night.

"Little Zhao!" Qiu Zhaodong scolded him.

“It’s my fault…it’s all my fault…my son…I drove him away…I told him never to come back, it was my fault…”

The old man's hand suddenly clenched tightly. Tang Yiping couldn't believe that such a hand could have such strength, and it hurt his hand from gripping it so tightly.

In that instant, Tang Yiping suddenly thought of the old man's guest room.

The guest room I was staying in was decorated entirely in a boy's style, and there was another room next to it for little girls.

However, there was absolutely no trace of anyone having lived there.

The old man became agitated and then began to convulse violently, giving the impression that he was trying to struggle off the hospital bed and use his last strength to search for his child. He even managed to break free of the various tubes attached to his body.

"Hold him down, quick!" Qiu Zhaodong urged, but the old man struggled even more fiercely.

"Grandpa, don't worry, we will definitely help you. We will find them, we definitely will." Tang Yiping held the old man's hand tightly and said, word by word.

The old man's convulsions and struggles gradually subsided.

"Thank you," he said. "Thank you all, thank you all."

The nurses rushed over to help him reconnect the various loose tubes.

"Oh dear, all these tubes are a mess again! They always get tangled up after I straighten them out. Come and help me straighten this side!" Perhaps because the old man was struggling so violently, all the tubes were in a mess. Several nurses worked together frantically for a long time before finally managing to reconnect all the tubes.

After a moment, the old man gradually calmed down.

After Qiu Zhaodong adjusted all the instruments and checked the old man again, he said, "He's fine, he's just asleep."

His face was beaming with joy.

Tang Yiping also breathed a sigh of relief.

"I haven't seen the old man sleep so soundly in a long time," said the round-faced nurse, then she looked at Tang Yiping: "Tang, how did you do that?"

Everyone looked over.

In their eyes, the boy still seemed to be shining, and just standing next to him, one could feel that warmth.

"I've always been good at comforting people since I was a child," Tang Yiping said.

"Could you stay with him a little longer?" the round-faced nurse asked. "He's so much more comfortable with you here; at least he can sleep a little longer..."

Her eyes were red again.

Tang Yiping's gaze fell on the withered old man. After hesitating for a moment, he said, "I can stay here with him tonight..."

He couldn't bear to leave.

“Strictly speaking, this does not comply with regulations…” Qiu Zhaodong coughed.

"Shut up, Director!" The round-faced nurse was overjoyed. She said, "I'll find you a bed in a bit. Do you need anything else? Have you had dinner yet? Would you like some milk tea? It's on me! Thank you! Thank you so much!"

Qiu Zhaodong rolled his eyes. "You little brat, you've gone too far!" But he still obediently shut his mouth.

"What should we do, Director..." The round-faced nurse said again after scolding Qiu Zhaodong, "We can't contact his family..."

"Didn't you tell me to shut up?" Qiu Zhaodong said, then seeing that the nurse was about to roll her eyes, he said helplessly, "I don't know either."

If they could contact his family, they would have done so long ago.

"As far as I know, his family members have all gone abroad, and even he himself may not be able to contact them," Tang Yiping recalled the photos he found in the house.

After Mr. Du's son went abroad, he most likely returned once.

I took a photo with Mr. Du and also brought some photos of his children.

That group photo likely ended on a sour note.

Then the old man's son never came back, and the old man never saw his children with his own eyes, which became his heartache and even obsession.

Tang Yiping looked at the sleeping old man and asked, "How much longer does he have?"

“Two days, maybe three days… three days at most,” Qiu Zhaodong said.

The ward was completely silent.

(End of this chapter)