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Chapter 417 The Mechanical God Has No Heart 40

“Yes, that’s what I think,” Lu Renkui said firmly. “I love them, so I don’t want them to pay any price to resurrect me. That would only lead to suffering for both sides.”

“My situation might be a little different from yours.” Lin Huanming looked at the helmet in his hand with some hesitation, and the room fell silent.

Lu Renkui wasn't in a hurry. Now was the best time to pry open up the past that Lin Huanming was afraid to face. At this time, they must not rush and must wait for Lin Huanming to tell the story himself.

Lin Huanming placed the helmet on the bed, then got up and left the room. "My daughter might hate me."

"Hate you? Why?" Lu Renkui asked. Based on the greeting cards in the desk drawer, Lu Renkui felt that if his daughter really hated Lin Huanming, she wouldn't remember Lin Huanming's birthday and send him a greeting card on time on his birthday.

Lin Huanming didn't say anything, but walked to the desk in his slippers. He stood in front of the desk for a long time before pulling out a chair and sitting down.

As soon as Lin Huanming sat down, she felt a little strange, probably because Lu Renkui had cleaned the table. The table was too tidy, so tidy that she wasn't used to it.

Sitting at the desk for a long time, Lin Huanming could feel her palms getting cold, since she was only wearing pajamas and the nighttime temperature was quite low.

Lin Huanming sat at his desk, seemingly preparing himself mentally. Lu Renkui quietly stayed by his side, waiting for him to make his choice.

The chirping of insects came from outside the window—a sign that summer was just around the corner.

Finally, Lin Huanming must have made up her mind. She exhaled a breath of stale air, her hands trembling as she opened the first drawer of her desk and took out the medical record.

Lin Huanming clutched the medical record tightly, and Lu Renkui finally saw what was written on it through Lin Huanming's eyes.

The disease described above is one that Lu Renkui has never seen before; it may be a new type of disease discovered after humanity entered the interstellar age.

Lu Renkui was completely bewildered by the numerous medical terms on the medical record, but she accurately identified the patient.

The name listed in the patient's column was not Lin Ruoxi's, but someone else's.

“This medical record belongs to my husband.” Lin Huanming’s fingers were clenched so tightly that Lu Renkui felt the record might tear if he spun it any longer.

“My husband passed away from an illness shortly after my daughter was born.” Lin Huanming placed the medical record on the desk, leaned back in his chair, and looked up at the glaring ceiling light. “I raised Xiaoxi all by myself.”

"Xiaoxi is very sensible and well-behaved. With the help of the housekeeping robot, I can focus most of my energy on research."

“Life just went on like that. I went to work, Xiaoxi went to school, and after get off work I drove home, opened the door, and saw Xiaoxi sitting at the dining table.”

"The dishes were already laid out on the table at that time. Some were cooked by Xiaoxi, and some were cooked by the housekeeping robot that I set up."

"The taste of food cooked by humans and robots is different. I can't describe the difference because it's too abstract, but I can definitely tell the difference between food cooked by humans and food cooked by robots at a single bite."

"Life was going on like this until a few days later when Xiaoxi suddenly told me that she felt unwell."

"At first I thought she might be experiencing physical discomfort due to excessive academic pressure and lack of sleep—because she was already in high school at that time, which was a crucial period, so I didn't pay much attention to it and just went to the hospital to get some melatonin."