Facing Spasi's gaze, identical to the captain's, Hun flushed red, lowered her head without a word, and hurried past him.
"..."
As Hun passed Spasi, his smile gradually faded until it disappeared completely.
Did you really not care about the feelings of the people around you at all?
Spasi looked at the agreement in his hands, his expression incomparably complicated.
Spasi walked aside and set down all the documents in his hands, leaving only Lin's agreement. Looking at the name carelessly written on it, his fingers gradually tightened, crumpling it into a ball.
Life was equal. That was the last thing his wife had told him.
So he had to face every life, even every corpse laid upon the operating table. When drawing serum from their bodies, he thought only of how they would provide the fuel for the living to survive.
But at the time, Mei had told him another principle. He was someone valuable, so he needed to survive more than others did.
To survive, he had to abandon others. And the irony was that the reason for surviving was to save even more people.
Spasi raised his hand, intending to throw the agreement into the trash, but his hand stopped in midair. He sighed, then after a brief hesitation, tucked the body donation agreement into his pocket.
He took out his flask, twisted it open, and took a sip. The bitter taste of liquor filled his mouth.
He looked back at Lin's hospital room, picked up the documents, and left.
Karen was right. Mei was right too.
When Spasi had taken out the body donation agreement, he had actually hoped that Lin would hesitate a little longer, realize that this was something cruel rather than noble.
At the very least, he could realize, in the little life