It's just that my hands and legs can't use strength, which can be explained by fatigue and lack of exercise, but my whole body can't move, as if I've lost control. This can't be hidden at all.
Han Jing, who could still speak, couldn't hold back his tears. He was frightened by the current situation: "Do you know what the situation is now? Call an ambulance for me, quickly!"
Zhang Yichi didn't move.
"Hurry up and call an ambulance for me, Zhang Yichi! I can't move now!"
"It's useless." Zhang Yichi said.
"What do you mean it's useless?! I can't move now! I can't control my body and can't feel the existence of my body!" Han Jing was very excited.
Zhang Yichi felt that there was no need to hide it anymore, and he couldn't hide it anymore: "You are suffering from ALS, and you only have more than 20 days left."
"What...what do you mean?"
"Recently, you have been unable to walk, dropped plates, and kept making mistakes while playing the guitar. It is not because of lack of exercise or nervousness. You are suffering from ALS, and your muscles are slowly weakening and shrinking. You will lose less and less strength and cannot control your body.
The body will eventually lie in bed like a vegetative state, unable to move, and die of respiratory failure."
Han Jing stopped shouting and looked at Zhang Yichi in confusion: "...Are you kidding me? This is not funny at all, don't lie to me."
"It's true." Zhang Yichi saw Han Jing's entire state changing rapidly, and felt uncomfortable himself. "From the moment I appeared, your life began to count down. Now, you still have more than twenty years left."
Within days, you will die when the time comes. This has been determined. No matter whether you go to the hospital or not, whether you struggle or not, you cannot change this result."
Han Jing suddenly felt that he couldn't breathe. He took a big breath and said, "You, you knew this a long time ago?"
"……right."
"Then you, still, are you going to tell me later? Are you going to teach me some powerful things in the future?"
Looking at Han Jing's red eyes, Zhang Yichi couldn't open his mouth: "I lied to you. I hope you know the truth as late as possible and spend the rest of your life happily."
"Do I want you to mind your own business?" In recent days, the joy of a successful performance has been completely overwhelmed by fear and anger. Han Jing still couldn't move. He lay there and yelled at Zhang Yichi, "I am sick.
Don’t I even have the right to know?”
Zhang Yichi had known that Han Jing would have this reaction after telling the truth, so he did not become overwhelmed by Han Jing's anger: "This is a result that is difficult for anyone to accept. I understand your anger. Now
It's useless to say anything, I hope you can calm down."
"I'm calm?! I'm going to die. Why should I be calm? I'm going to die! I'm going to die!" Han Jing was so angry that he couldn't listen to Zhang Yichi's words.
"Isn't he not dead yet?" Zhang Yichi said sternly, "What are you yelling at? What are you angry about? What are you afraid of? You are going to die in more than twenty days, and there is only so much time left.
Yeah, you want to waste all this time on anger? Fear? Then what is the difference between your death now and your death more than 20 days later?"
"Then what should I do? What can I do for more than twenty days? I have been lying in bed for more than twenty days, like a vegetable. What's the difference between living and dead? I might as well die now!" Han Jing cried.
There was a ruckus.
Zhang Yichi changed his attitude and was as gentle as possible: "Actually, I am not qualified to say that you are lucky now, but at least you know how much time you have and can make a plan for the rest of your life. The purpose of my coming here is to help you,
Although there is no way to extend your life, I will try my best to make you live as happily as possible in the last period of time without leaving any regrets."
"With or without regrets, that's all. It's meaningless." Han Jing finally became less excited, but his face was ashen and his voice was hoarse.
"It's meaningless... I know that no matter what, I can't personally understand your current situation, and you may not be able to listen to my advice now. But don't think about it, don't think about dying now. It's not a big deal to die now.
Did you lose it? You can still live for more than 20 days, so you won’t be able to live for a whole day." Zhang Yichi opened up and said that he feels much more relaxed now, even if he is facing a collapsed Han Jing, "Death
It’s really scary, I’ve also experienced it——”
"Stop talking. I don't want to talk now, and I don't want to hear other people's voices." Han Jing interrupted Zhang Yichi.
Zhang Yichi nodded: "Okay, calm down and think about it. However, no matter what, if there is anything you can't think about, do it tomorrow. If you still can't think about it tomorrow, I can help you think of an easy way to die."
Han Jing didn't say anything, and Zhang Yichi went to the room next door. Not staying here anymore made Han Jing even more upset.
Not long after staying in the next room, Zhang Yichi became a little worried about Han Jing, so he sneaked to the door and quietly watched Han Jing, fearing that he would seek death now if he couldn't think about it. Han Jing couldn't move now, but if he was cruel, he would bite him.
The tongue can also be in big trouble.
There is no punishment for failure in the reincarnation world this time. From Zhang Yichi's point of view, it is no longer a mission. After spending such a period of time with Han Jing, he doesn't want to see this child give up on himself. He hopes that even if there are only twenty days left,
Han Jing can also face life with enthusiasm and fullness.
After observing at the door for more than two hours, it was already early in the morning, and Zhang Yichi couldn't bear it. He walked slowly into the room, checked Han Jing's condition, and found that Han Jing had fallen asleep.
It had nothing to do with Xin Da. After a hard day's work, and knowing that I was running out of time, I had to make trouble for more than two hours. It was strange that I wasn't sleepy.
Han Jing was probably going to sleep for a while, so Zhang Yichi moved a chair and sat beside his bed, squinting his eyes and taking a rest. He planned to sleep for three or four hours and make some rest adjustments.
Three or four hours later, Zhang Yichi woke up. He was worried about disturbing Han Jing, so he didn't set an alarm clock. The reason why he woke up on time was mainly because he was half awake and half asleep. After all, Han Jing was here.
The situation was not good and he could not sleep peacefully.
It was almost five o'clock now, and it was already getting brighter outside. Zhang Yichi could clearly see Han Jing frowning and moving his eyes from time to time.
Maybe I'm having a nightmare.
When it was almost six o'clock, Han Jing sat up suddenly, breathing heavily.
"Are you having a nightmare?" Zhang Yichi asked sitting next to him.
Han Jing turned to look at Zhang Yichi: "I...how can I move again?"
Compared to nightmares, being able to move again is obviously more important.
"Your physical condition is not particularly bad now. You will feel weak and unable to move from time to time. In most cases, it is normal. But as time goes by, the frequency of this situation will become higher and higher until you have been