Taoyuan Little Miracle Doctor

Chapter 570 I still have something left for you

After listening to Wen Yixuan's story, Wang Chen fell into deep thought.

He was thinking, can people really predict the time of their own death?
It seems that this is a controversial topic in all walks of life.

To face this problem, the answer given by the medical community is no!Because medicine is scientifically proven.

There are no paradoxes in science, so they all believe that people cannot predict the future, let alone their own life and death.

But in the metaphysical community, there are objections.

Masters of metaphysics believe that a person's sixth sense can predict the future, sometimes through dreams, sometimes through some special obsessions, in order to convey a certain message to the person.

In their setting, humans have three souls, namely the heavenly soul, the earthly soul, and the human soul.

The human soul is spiritual power, the earth soul is the fetal body, and the heavenly soul is perception.

Before a person is about to die, the Heavenly Soul's perception will reach its strongest point, and death can be vaguely predicted.

After a person dies, the heavenly soul dissipates first, that is, the perception disappears directly.

Then, there is the human soul. After a person dies, the human soul transformed by spiritual power will stay in the world for a period of time. As brain waves and other substances dissipate, the spiritual power will also turn into nothingness after a period of time.

The last thing to dissipate is the body called the earth soul, which is simply the human shell.

As time goes by, only the skeleton remains. The skeleton will turn into dust after decades and hundreds of years.

After that, the dust gave birth to all things, and all things were reborn and entered another reincarnation.

There are some similarities between these two statements, but there are also extreme opposites.

As for Wang Chen, he is a doctor, and he firmly believed in the arguments given by the medical community before.

But after having contact with the old immortal Li Yanyi in the village several times before, his original firmness also began to waver.

Especially after listening to Wen Yixuan's words, he asked himself in his heart, could... can people really predict their own death?

Just now Wen Yixuan said that Uncle Zhang had a smile on his face before he died and died peacefully.

She also said that in order to avoid other problems, a professional forensic doctor was specially hired, and the forensic doctor concluded that the death was natural.

These two arguments are enough to verify that Uncle Zhang seemed to have predicted something before his death.

These facts before Wang Chen left no room for doubt, let alone refutation.

Of course, these thoughts didn't stay in his mind for long.

After a brief pause of doubt, it was quickly replaced by the deep sadness.

Wang Chen took a deep look at Wen Yixuan, and then stepped forward to stand in front of Uncle Zhang's grave.

Uncle Zhang is a respectable elder.

Although he didn't have much contact with Wang Chen, he learned a lot.

If he passed away a few years ago, maybe Wang Chen wouldn't have much emotional changes, and would just sigh a few times when he mentioned it occasionally.

But now, it has only been more than ten days since the last separation from Wang Chen.

In addition, Uncle Zhang left so unexpectedly, which really gave Wang Chen the feeling of being struck by a bolt from the blue.

The difference in mood and emotions made him feel sad.

He stared at the grave bag in front of him, as if he could see Uncle Zhang inside.

Uncle Zhang was lying peacefully in the coffin with a smile on his face.

It was as quiet as falling asleep, but it was a long sleep from which one could never wake up.

At this time, Wen Yixuan pushed the iron box and stood next to him: "Uncle Zhang has no children and has been lonely all his life.

Before he died, in addition to telling me many things, he also told me that you were the most outstanding young man he had seen in recent years.

If possible, he hopes that you will write the words on his tombstone for him. "

Wang Chen asked: "Did he tell me what to write?"

Wen Yixuan opened the iron box and took out the carving tools and a piece of paper at the same time. "This is his name, birthday, and time of death. He said that in addition to these, he also asked you to help him write some other things. As for what to write, it depends on you."

Wang Chen did not pick up the note, but after a slight hesitation, he said, "Wait for me here for a while."

"Where are you going?" Wen Yixuan asked as Wang Chen turned and ran away.

"I'll be back in a minute."

Wang Chen waved his hand at her and ran straight to the village.

Not long after, he ran back to the front of the tomb carrying a large bag of things.

Wen Yixuan looked down and saw that in the bag he was carrying, in addition to some ingot paper money, there were also some fruits, a roast chicken, a bottle of white wine and three small wine glasses.

Wang Chen put these things aside temporarily.

Then he took the note from Wen Yixuan's hand, and after contemplating it for a moment, he picked up the tools and squatted in front of the tomb quilt.

He had never learned carving and was worried about damaging the tombstone, so he practiced on the nearby stone for a few times.

After a while, he began to carefully carve words on it.

Normally, carving the inscriptions on the tombstones of deceased elderly people is done by master workers assigned by descendants.

And writing is also in the name of descendants.

So generally speaking, there is a fixed format.

Wang Chen and Uncle Zhang are not related by blood, so naturally there is no need to stick to that format.

Time passed, and when Wang Chen made the final stroke, nearly two hours had passed.

After he put down the carving tool, he took out a brand new towel from the bag and gently wiped away all the dust.

At this time, what he wrote was also displayed in front of Wen Yixuan.

On the upper right, Zhang Bo's birth date and death date are written.

Then, in the middle and upper position, from top to bottom, the tomb of "ancestor Zhang Tinglin" was written!
On the lower right side of these large characters are the small characters 'established by the junior Wang Chen'.

Finally, Wang Chen wrote another line at the bottom: Life is as brilliant as summer flowers, death is as delicate as autumn leaves, its existence is immortal, and its green peaks are immortal!
After seeing this, Wen Yixuan looked at Wang Chen with a bit of admiration.

Uncle Zhang devoted his life to Golin Village.

It can be said that his life is like an eternal green pine to Golin Village!
If an ordinary person were to write his inscription, he would probably have to write it all over the stone tablet.

But Wang Chen summarized Uncle Zhang's life in these two extremely concise sentences, and even gave him high praise!

This is not a literary talent that just anyone possesses.

After Wang Chen finished doing this, he placed the tributes one by one in front of the tombstone.

Then, he took out the white wine, wine glasses and roast chicken.

After setting them up, he first poured three glasses of wine in front of the grave.

Then he murmured to himself towards the tombstone and poured himself a glass of white wine.

A glass of wine, a sip of wine, and a thoughtful conversation.

Wen Yixuan didn't deliberately listen to what Wang Chen and Uncle Zhang were talking about.

She stood in the distance, watching all this quietly.

After more than half an hour, Wang Chen stood up from the grave.

His eyes were slightly red, and it was obvious that he had cried too.

After he wiped a few tears from the corners of his eyes, he walked to Wen Yixuan's side without looking back.

"Uncle Zhang, what else did he say?" Wang Chen asked.

Wen Yixuan shrugged: "He talked a lot, about you and the village. By the way, he still has something left for you."

(End of this chapter)