Bloody Countdown

Sixteen-year-old Lin Shimo will always remember that sultry evening. When she coughed violently while holding on to the wall of the school corridor, the blood gushing out of her throat was like a cluster of red flowers that suddenly bloomed and splashed on the yellowed tiles. The frightened screams and chaotic footsteps of the surrounding classmates seemed to be separated by a layer of glass, and she only felt that something in her chest was collapsing. Under the dazzling light of the hospital's incandescent lamp, the expression on the attending physician's face when he took off his mask made Lin Shimo shiver all over. "Acute lung failure... But no abnormality can be detected in the cause." The middle-aged man's voice was hoarse. "The remaining time may not exceed two years." Lin Shimo stared at the cracks on the ceiling. The time of death was like an hourglass hanging above his head, and the countdown was suddenly compressed into quicksand of just two years. But an even stranger fate came in the early hours of the next day. When five heavily armed men in black pried open the ward door, Lin Shimo didn't even have time to react. The silver-haired woman in the lead handed over an encrypted document, with a certain kind of fanaticism flashing in her pupils: "Your blood type is 'Alpha-07', the only matching sample in the world. Now, the M Country Biological Research Institute needs you." She was stuffed into a military helicopter, and amid the roar of the propellers, Lin Shimo saw her mother's heart-wrenching shouts outside the cordon gradually shrink into a fuzzy black dot. In the cabin, researchers continued to scan his blood vessels with instruments, and the data on the fluorescent screen poured like a torrential rain. "This blood type can activate 137 times the regeneration rate of stem cells... It is simply a code left by God." Someone murmured to themselves. When arriving at the research base on the third underground floor, Lin Shimo was pushed into a fully transparent glass cabin. Countless pipelines and monitors surrounded him, and cold voices came from all directions: "We will extend your life, and in exchange - you need to become a living model for us to break through cancer, aging and gene editing technology." A virtual screen suddenly lowered from the bulkhead, showing a picture of his mother crying at home. Lin Shimo's fingers trembled. "You monitor her...?" "No, this is your prerogative." A strange smile appeared on the corner of the silver-haired woman's mouth, "Here, except for experiments, you can have anything you want to see." The light on the top of the glass cabin turned to blood red, and Lin Shimo was lying on the gradually heating gel bed, suddenly realizing that he had become the hope in the cage - both the hope of mankind and a prisoner deprived of his freedom. Behind those miracles that break through the "impossibility" of medicine, is salvation or another form of death flowing? Intention: The author is a novice and his writing style is not good. If his writing style is terrible, please criticize him lightly!