In the early morning, Turing sat on the sofa, and the gray fox was running around next to him, and the TV was playing news from the city.

Since that time he encountered mercenaries, Turing has developed the habit of watching news from time to time, especially the city's news.

After getting more information from Luowang, the city that looks ordinary and normal on weekdays also brought Turing a sense of insecurity.

Turing the gray fox that was whimpering, Turing stood up and prepared to change the food box for it.

He has never stopped studying notes and phantom limbs. From time to time, he will also tinker with some primitive technology gadgets, but most of them are wastes of decarbonization liquid. Researching the big head is still on phantom limbs. As for studying the decarbonization liquid itself, Turing does not have the conditions yet.

As he used his phantom limbs from time to time in the past few days, he could clearly feel that the phantom limbs were alive and were growing continuously.

The newly obtained abilities of the phantom limbs also alleviate the disadvantages of insufficient energy in the phantom limbs. The small touch limbs on the back of the brain can absorb electricity from any charging port, but the disadvantage is that the electricity bill is a bit high.

He still has a bottle of high-concentration decarbonization stock solution and some parts that are diluted to do the experiment. Turing has not yet thought about the treatment of the gray fox.

After changing the food and water for the Gray Fox, Turing answered a call.

"Hey? Lingling?" A familiar voice came from the opposite side of the phone.

"Mom, I am in my twenties. Can you stop calling me like that?" Turing held his forehead.

"Since I was young, I've been calling this, but I still can't adapt?" My mother smiled, "By the way, I haven't told you about family affairs recently..."

Turing's heart trembled.

"Is it my grandfather's business?"

The mother was silent for a while: "Yes. Your grandfather... may not be able to do it."

"Are you in the hospital? I'll come here right away."

...

After getting off the car, Turing looked up at the hospital gate where the crowds of people were coming, including many people of all kinds.

Yezhou No. 6 Hospital.

Turing grew up in Yezhou since childhood, and his relatives and friends are in Yezhou. His grandfather is also a native Yezhou native. However, since he went to college and then to internship, Turing lived separately from his family and rarely went home.

I walked into the hospital, came to the inpatient department, and then found my grandfather's ward. At this moment, many relatives had already stood outside.

"Turing, here."

A tall man stood up, with a calm temperament and a straight suit.

This is Turing's father, Tushan.

Turing walked over, and when the relatives saw Turing coming, they immediately greeted him.

After a brief greeting, Turing walked to his father: "How is the situation of grandpa?"

"It is not optimistic. The chances of surgery are very slim, and the price in the hospital is not low." Tushan shook his head in a low voice, patting Turing's shoulder with a serious expression, "Your mother is inside, you go in and see your grandfather. There is something else on the company. Since you are here, I'll go there first."

Seeing his father seemingly worried, Turing nodded and turned around and went in.

I guess a group of relatives gathered here to discuss the cost of surgery.

"Lingling, here we come."

In the ward, my mother was sitting next to my grandfather's bed, with a somewhat haggard face.

Grandpa was lying on the hospital bed, surrounded by hospital instruments, and a basket of fruits and some gifts delivered not far away.

Turing nodded: "How is the situation?"

"Hey... your grandfather just woke up, so you can talk to him first." The mother shook her head and quietly wiped her eyes, "Is there any problem with her work?"

Turing shook his head and watched his mother leave. She sat next to the old man and shook his hand.

"Grandpa?"

"Ah... it's Lingling."

Bald, white-haired, old face full of gullies, and an infusion tube is inserted in his hand at this moment.

Turing's grandfather has lived in his eighties and has a very serious aging of his body. He has been ill for a long time and has been in the hospital for several years.

"Hey, I see your mother crying like that just now, and your uncle and aunt. You young people are not as stable as you guys." Grandpa pointed his fingers with some difficulty.

Turing was speechless, he was just not very good at expressing emotions.

Turing was raised by his grandfather since he was a child. The grandfather's home was near this hospital. When he was a child, he was sick, so his grandfather took him to this hospital for treatment.

Now it's the opposite, which makes him feel a little sad.

"Don't worry, grandpa, the medical conditions are very developed now, and the doctor will cure you..."

"Hey, don't lie to me." Grandpa shook his head, "Don't I know what my health is? Moreover, medical care has its limits."

"People have their limits."

It is not surprising that Turing can say such words to his grandfather. His uncle has liked watching science fiction films since he was a child, which was brought by his grandfather because his grandfather likes science documentaries the most.

"The one I watched a few years ago... "Human Potential" and what... "Gene Factory". It all says that our generation will live to that age at most. No matter how good the medical conditions are and how good the living environment is, it will still be like that... ahem."

"Forget it, you'd better have a good rest..." Turing was speechless as he watched his grandfather nagging about the documentary he had watched again.

Most elderly people especially like to nag about current affairs in newspapers. Turing's grandfather is just different. He especially likes to nag about scientific documentaries.

"Don't, I'll tell you. Birth, old age, sickness and death are normal. I've read something before... "Study on Eternal Life". It also says that people have limits. If they live, they cannot live to two or three hundred years old."

"So I see your mother, your uncle, your aunt and others crying there. What's the point of crying? I've seen a few old friends over the years, burying them, and ill diseases. Am I not as good as they have seen?"

“Yes, yes…you are right.”

I listened to the old man talking about the documentary, and then the last time Turing came to see him, and when he was a child, I became a little tired as I talked.

Turing didn't interrupt much throughout the whole process, but some childhood clips flashed through his mind as his grandfather said.

He doesn't need to say anything more. For many elderly people, all they need is just someone to accompany him and talk to him.

Originally, Turing wanted to help him peel an apple, but seeing that his grandfather couldn't eat any apples, Turing could only help him cover the quilt and told him to take care of his health, so he left the ward.

However, the words of grandfather lingered in his heart for a long time, making him think of the hyena and the creatures strengthened by the decarbonization liquid.

People have their limits, so they will die of old age.

For people, birth, old age, sickness and death are normal.

So, what about the machine?

"Lingling, your aunt greets you, why don't you respond?"

Turing raised his head and saw a strange look from the relatives.

It turned out that he was a little immersed in thinking just now, but he didn't notice that he had left the ward.

"Sorry, I'm a little distracted just now." Turing smiled and looked at the woman opposite, "Sorry, aunt."

"Oh, it's okay. I haven't seen each other for a few months, and it seems to have grown again?" My aunt walked up and patted Turing on the shoulder, "Hey, why is it hard?"

"Uh... Maybe I'm exercising recently, my muscles are getting harder."

Turing flashed backwards.

"Is that true?" My aunt looked at her hands. She clearly felt that it was a very hard thing, like iron or something.

"Okay, okay, it's just that our family is here. It's better to choose a day to go the same day. Find a place to have a meal. My dad is going to have surgery, too." The uncle came out and interrupted.

"Well, it's time to discuss it."

The topic of everyone gradually shifted back to grandfather. Two relatives left to take care of grandfather, and the others left the hospital while talking.

"By the way, Bingbing will come later. She liked you the most when she was a child."

The mother patted Turing's arm and reminded.

"Bingbing?" Turing was stunned.

"Yes, Hua Yaobing. The children of my aunt's family often played together when you were young. There are also your eldest uncle and second uncle's children in their family. There are also two distant relatives from the family."

"Um……"

Turing nodded, not very enthusiastic.

Many relatives' children get less and less when they grow up.

Everyone left the hospital and found a Chinese restaurant near their home.

Upon the second floor, the noisy sound of the Chinese restaurant poured into my ears. The restaurant's business was very prosperous and slightly noisy. A blond foreign waiter quickly led several people to the empty table on the side of the hall to sit down, and a few people sat next to him, as if they had been waiting for a while.

The mother led Turing to the table on the other side.

"Come on, Lingling. Your peers will sit together, so we adults will sit here."

Turing sat down and glanced at the people opposite him.

A man with short hair wearing glasses and neat clothes, with a good appearance. He was pulling a chair for the girl on the side. He looked polite, but there was a hint of pride in his expression.

The girl sitting next to her was dressed in a bit rustic dress and had an average figure. She looked like a child with excellent grades and obedient grades. When she noticed Turing's gaze, she smiled shyly at him.

There was also a man who later, who was much older than Turing, and was wearing a suit and tie. Compared with the few people on Turing, he was dragging the elders at another table to chat and finally came to sit down.

"Brother Lingling..."

At this moment, a soft female voice came from behind Turing.

A girl with a bob head stood in front of him pretty, with a red face, wearing a long plaid dress and thick black pantyhose, and wearing a pair of snow boots under her feet.
Chapter completed!