Zhao Jiyou is a happy third generation rich - he has been until 2016.
However, a strange disease forced him on the bed for three years.
On a certain day in 2018, lying in the intensive care unit, Zhao Jiyou, whose original consciousness had become more and more vague, suddenly felt sober, and even his body recovered some vitality.
[This is... Looking back?] Zhao Jiyou sits up.
Now it is 2018, Zhao Jiyou is still clear, but he has no idea of which month, which day and when.
In the first two years of hospitalization, although I couldn't get out of bed and walk around, I was somehow clear headed, with good eyesight and hearing.
Moreover, with a strong family background of 20 billion dollars, it is natural to have the level of presidential care - as long as they can afford the price, the top hospitals in the United States will not be stingy with their various resources. The seascape VIP ward, exclusive convalescent area, nurses who are proficient in Chinese, and entertainment equipment are all available.
Therefore, watching movies, listening to novels, and giving Krypton Gold to the sister of the second dollar paper lady are not big problems for Zhao Jiyou.
But in this year, he finally felt that the power of life was disappearing.
The time to wake up is less and less, and all kinds of senses are more and more blurred. The originally bad appetite has disappeared, and it depends on oxygen and infusion to maintain life.
In retrospect, he would even think that the occasional dream was clearer than the reality.
Zhao Jiyou shook his head, got up and waved to the little nurse with blonde hair and blue eyes.
Seeing Zhao Jiyou's physical condition was greatly improved, the little nurse was surprised and pleased, and put her hands on her mouth as if to cry out, but then she was stunned again, and her smile quickly solidified, looking very bitter.
Seeing the change of the little nurse's expression, Zhao Jiyou also showed a wry smile on his face, took off the oxygen mask, and was very powerless to ask her: "Lina, what month and date is today?"
"November 16, Mr. Zhao," the little nurse replied in a low voice.
"Is November 16th?" Zhao Jiyou said to himself.
"Could you please ask Mr. Smith of the Foundation to come here for me? Tell him to prepare everything in the plan... Well, then... try to hurry up. I don't know how much time I have left."
"I see, Mr. Zhao."
Half an hour later, two middle-aged people in suits and shoes and a young man in a white coat appeared in Zhao Jiyou's ward. The young man wore gold rimmed glasses, and his hair was neatly arranged, which made him very gentle.
The white coat bowed and greeted Zhao Jiyou: "It's really unfortunate to have to meet here, Mr. Zhao, and I hope you will get well soon.".
Zhao Jiyou waved his hand and said, "Well, Kevin, don't be polite... I don't know how much time I have left, so I'll follow your plan."
The white coat nodded, and then set about preparing the documents for Zhao Jiyou to sign.
At this time, three officials in charge of notarization, led by a small nurse, also entered the ward one by one and nodded to Zhao Jiyou.
Zhao Jiyou smiled feebly. Seeing that they were ready, he said to two men in suits: "My assets, let's leave 65 million yuan in cash for those who have been waiting for my death
The rest of the ordinary shares are held by the Eternal Life Foundation on behalf of that plan. The voting authority of the special shares is exercised by Uncle Ge Yun, and the foundation cannot be revoked. As for the retention or abolition of special shares in the future, uncle Ge Yun will also make a decision
By the way, realize another 1 billion dollars, build a charity fund, run by President Zhang, and supervise Uncle Ge... I have been bothering my uncle for years. "
"We are at your service, Mr. Zhao." Zhang Wenyi bowed.
"It's OK, Jiyou. Don't worry, I'm here." Ge Yun nodded.
In the next hour, Zhao Jiyou struggled with 6 people and countless files, plus a full range of recording equipment.
Shortly after the formalities were completed, a sense of irresistibility hit Zhao Jiyou. Zhao Jiyou was again overwhelmed by the disease and could not move. But soon, he felt extremely relaxed, but it seemed that he could no longer feel and command his body. It seems that only one's own consciousness is free.
Is this the feeling of dying? It seems that death is not so terrible
If you really die, will there be a world after death
[What do you think? If you really die, you will know? If you don't have it, you will forget...]
[But if we really can revive, we don't know what the world will be.]
[I knew that when I first entered junior high school, I should show off my wealth and bubble girls more. If I couldn't walk away, I could walk away with my heart and kidney, right?]
[Well, it seems that I can't walk the kidney at that time... I hesitated to walk the kidney, and then I was paralyzed and tired...]
[This is... the sea of stars! Really... so beautiful...]
[Little sister... don't go...]
Zhao Jiyou's consciousness gradually became silent.
Soon, he was sent out of the intensive care unit with a life support device. Ge Yunze accompanied him all the way and said to himself:
"Jiyou, you will be saved, but I'm afraid I can't see it - I never thought about immortality, people will always be tired."
"But you are still young. After the big friend left, I always treat you as my own son. I know that you are a very excellent young man, and you shouldn't just take a hasty curtain call... Go ahead, wake up and live like a good man!"
Until Zhao Jiyou was sent to a specially built human body preservation laboratory. The door of the laboratory was closed, and his eyes were still staring, as if he could penetrate the door.
"Mr. Ge... Well, it's time for the video conference."
Seeing Ge Yun standing at the door of the laboratory for a long time, he didn't mean to move at all. The assistant who waited for a long time finally spoke timidly.
"I see. Let's go."
Ge Yun sighed, answered and left slowly.
In the laboratory, the staff are operating in an orderly manner according to the procedures. First, the brain is specially protected, and each functional area is sealed one by one, then the "consciousness switch" is turned off; Then, Zhao Jiyou's blood was carefully replaced with living frozen liquid; Then spray the cryogen evenly into the storage compartment for cell level cryopreservation.
The atmosphere was a little tense - Zhao Jiyou was the first subject of this technique after all. But this atmosphere will not make them make any mistakes - the previous theoretical demonstration and animal experiments have been sufficient, and even many simulation operations have been carried out.
Soon, Zhao Jiyou's sleeping cabin 1 was transported to the "Dormancy Room" of the Eternal Life Foundation under the protection of layers. The staff who completed the first project also talked with relief.
"Great! A success worth celebrating!"
"Well, it's a tough challenge to ensure that the body cools down evenly. Luckily, we succeeded!"
"It is said that we signed a sponsorship agreement of 10 billion dollars, and our first client was really generous."
"Of course, the agreement is required to be kept indefinitely."
Time flies
The economy and science and technology on the earth are constantly improving. Zhao Jiyou's "neighbors" are reporting one by one in the "sleeping room" of the Immortal Foundation, and gradually more and more people are reporting. However, due to the progress of medicine, the growth rate of "neighbors" has been declining. At the beginning, there were three in one year, and only one in two or three years later.
When people ushered in the dawn of the 22nd century, Zhao Jiyou's "neighbor" number was 233. Then, with the maturity of safe thawing technology and the continuous progress of medicine, many "neighbors" have moved away.
In 2118, the "Dormancy Room" welcomed the last "user", No. 234.
However, as the earliest "user" of the "sleeping room", Zhao Jiyou of No. 1 cabin has not been moved out for a long time.
In 2142, only No. 1 and No. 234 remained in the "Dormancy Room". The two responsible physicians have changed their posts for five times. Each of them can only frown and make notes when leaving their posts, and then hand over the information to the next one.
