Ark, after I died, the operators began to love me

Ark, after I died, the operators began to love me Author: Taiyue

Summary:

The Doctor is dead.

It was not until this moment that the operators realized how turbulent and deep their love was.

Don't let love come too late, don't regret not expressing your love.

Caring for empty-nest doctors, have you ever remembered love?

1. The Doctor is Dead

The Doctor is dead.

After everything was over and the dust had settled, one day after Rhodes Island had held a celebration party, bad news came.

The operators who heard the news were stunned and couldn't believe what had happened, but the facts were in front of them and could not be denied.

The person they once loved, the person who had worked so hard to cure the Originium disease that he forgot to eat and sleep, was now lying quietly in a coffin surrounded by flowers, his eyes closed, his face rosy, as if he was asleep.

He is indeed dead.

Death in your own hands.

The powerful, tall Casimir warrior, the Glory Knight, Margaret Lingguang, was wearing gorgeous silver armor, which was the same battle armor she wore when she won three consecutive championships. Unfortunately, the person who fought shoulder to shoulder with her at that time is no longer here.

There was a look of sadness on Kuranta's resolute face, and few people had ever seen her so sorrowful.

"If, I mean if, I reached out in time and kept him by my side, maybe this wouldn't have happened."

"Now that Originium disease has been cured, the invention of the Originium Generator has curbed this terminal illness. The infected have a future again, but can only remember the heroes who saved them in their memories."

The Sarkaz Shining, who was pushing the wheelchair, looked calmly at the man's portrait, his eyes dull and lifeless, and gently patted Nightingale's thin shoulders, but she also needed care and comfort.

The apostles stood together and prayed for the loved ones in their hearts, both past and future.

……

"The thread of fate has been broken, and his fate can no longer be predicted."

Yuanshan Ragna held the broken pieces of the crystal ball tightly, letting the sharp edges of the fragments cut her fingers and cause blood to flow.

She slowly raised her head, her lips bitten, blood stained the corners of her mouth, and tears slid down her cheeks.

There is only one situation in which this situation can occur.

The object of divination no longer exists.

"Xueyuan, what should I do..."

If this is a trick of fate, is there any other choice besides accepting and enduring it?

For the first time, Ragna wanted to hide back in the ice field and was unwilling to accept everything.

……

Enya sniffed hard, her voice humming, and asked in a low voice, "Where's he?"

Following the Saint of Snowland was her personal maid Yela, who naturally knew who Enya was referring to.

"I heard that he left the Snowland a week ago. No one knows where he is, and he is not in Rhodes Island either."

Enya's tone became colder and colder: "Never mind him, I want to take another look. You accompany me, and then we will return to the Holy Mountain. I want to pray to Yelagund, hoping that the doctor's soul can find peace."

"Okay, it's up to you."

Such a big thing happened, and Yela did everything Enya asked.

……

Amiya walked step by step in the familiar office. Every day in the past, the doctor and she worked hard for the future here, but now, she was the only one left.

His fingers skimmed the corner of the desk, where their stash of snacks was still, and on top of it lay a crash course in Syracuse.

"You said you would teach me Syracusan once you learned it, liar."

Tears silently flowed down her cheeks. The girl covered her face and slowly squatted in front of the desk.

……

At this time, a golden-haired Aslan was sitting in front of the Doctor's coffin, holding the Breath of Kings in his hand and muttering to himself.

"You asked me what kind of relationship we have. I said we are comrades. Then you asked me if we are just comrades. Of course, I can answer you today that we are comrades who can trust each other with life and death.

"Then I asked you what you wanted after I became king, and you said you wanted to be a prince. I still didn't answer."

A tear slid down from the pointed chin, fell on the Breath of Kings, and shattered into water splashes.

“I thought, since we have such a tacit understanding, such intimacy, and such a close relationship, and we depend on each other for life and death, shouldn’t you have been my prince for a long time?

"You...idiot."

"Ms. Vina, please don't be like this. The doctor just gave the right to choose back to everyone, and he chose himself."

Kal'tsit appeared in front of many sad and crying operators. She was still the same as many people had seen her before, cold, polite, and almost cruel.

But now, there was a slight fluctuation in her tone: "The Doctor truly and deeply loves everyone. At the very end, he put an end to the suffering he had endured along the way so that everyone can move towards a new future. Don't let him down."

The doctor's funeral was held on the seventh day after his death. The cemetery was chosen on an unnamed hill. In order to avoid unnecessary trouble, all participants had to undergo strict selection and sign a confidentiality agreement with strict conditions.

The doctor's cenotaph was placed in Tremont, Columbia, which Kal'tsit thought was the most suitable place.

As the bagpipes of Tara sounded, the priests from Rutland read scriptures, and their compassionate tones lulled the sleepers to sleep and comforted the living.

"Dr. Muirseth isn't here?" Hemer asked Saria beside him.

Ms. Vaifan was wearing a black formal dress and shook her head slightly with a solemn expression.

"I can understand why she doesn't want to come."

There was a drizzle in the sky of Tremont. The raindrops fell on the moist soil, and the foam glowed with colorful luster and gradually dissipated.

"He cared about all of us, but the only thing we lacked was love for him."

Kal'tsit appeared at the funeral holding Amiya's hand.

When the dazed little rabbit said this, Kal'tsit couldn't help but hold her tightly.

"He is so cruel. He has eliminated his future from me."

"Amiya."

The male operators of Rhodes Island lifted the wooden coffin wrapped in the Rhodes Island flag and walked slowly forward to the melodious tune.

The priest of the Lateran began to speak: "The dead shall be raised."

……

"Name?"

"Mike Ann."

……

"The corpse will rise."

The black coffin was gently placed in the pit.

The pastor held the scripture in his hand and looked at the crowd.

……

"Where did it come from?"

"Colombia."

"Education?"

"PhD."

……

"Awake and sing, you who sleep in the dust.

“For your dew is like the dew on vegetables.

"The clay will also give up its dead."

The pastor closed the scriptures in his hands and his voice became more pronounced.

People bowed their heads and said their final goodbyes in their hearts.

……

"Mr. An, excuse me for asking, what do you plan to do when you come to Longmen?"

"I am a person who has been reborn and has a brand new future in Longmen."

……

Amiya scooped up a handful of soil with both hands and covered the surface of the coffin with tears.

The male operators filled the soil on both sides of the pit little by little, completing the final steps of the funeral.

Kal'tsit raised her head and looked at the gray sky, then her gaze drifted away.

"Kal'tsit, if I don't die, Rhodes Island will never have true peace. Everyone is staring at me, and no secret can be hidden under the spotlight."

"Maybe you are right, but my intuition tells me that you are avoiding me."

"You know that no one loves me. Every time I confessed my feelings, I failed. Although it's shameful to escape, it works."

……

"Welcome to Longmen, Mr. An, and start a new life."

2. A young man came to Longmen

A young man came to Longmen.

His name was Mike Ann. He was hardworking and handsome, and the three sisters fell in love with him.

……

"Stop singing. If you continue singing, I will throw you out of the store."

Mike, wearing a dark blue work suit, walked out from the back room of the repair shop and threw the car keys to the Lupert man opposite with a stern look on his face.

The Luper laughed and said, "Mike, your car repair skills are really good. Would you like to consider..."

Before he could finish his words, a pair of pliers was thrown in front of him.

"Syracusans, I am doing an honest business. I welcome you to come and repair your car. If you want to do something else, please leave this door."

"Okay, okay, you're the boss, you have the final say. I'm going to have a hard fight today, and I'll come to you if my car breaks down."

The Rupert got on his motorcycle and left in anger.

Mike Ann.

Mr. An thought about this name for a long time. An is his last name, and Mike represents...

Fortunately, the past two months have been going smoothly, and no two men have come to me with a dog and said they wanted to have a big fight.

It seems like being a doctor in Rhodes Island was a long time ago.

The man in front of the mirror was well-proportioned, strong and powerful, 183 cm tall, with short gray hair and handsome features.

In the past, Mr. An was of medium build, with not much flesh on his body, frail, with medium-length black hair and a baby face.

When leaving Rhodes Island, Kal'tsit said that she could help him change his appearance slightly to prevent him from being recognized by some sharp-eyed operators. Now it seems that this is just a slight change of appearance?

No, not at all, it's like a completely different person.

fair enough.

Someone named An, now Mike, breathed a sigh of relief.

After he came to Longmen, he used the salary he had saved over the years to open a shop. With his excellent car repair skills, he successfully established himself. Two months passed in a flash.

dong dong dong.