Ye's father said anxiously: "Why didn't you tell me about this method earlier?" The doctor spread his hands and said: "Because this method is almost ineffective. Anyway, I have never seen anyone wake up like this. But it is on TV. I learned it from watching TV. Anyway, you are anxious, so you might as well try this method." Ye Zhan's parents shook their heads and sighed. I was also speechless about this doctor.

Regardless of whether it works or not, we still have to try. Every day at 4pm, we go in to visit, and we take turns, each holding Ye Zhan's hand and talking. Ye Zhan's parents tell Ye Zhan stories about his childhood, asking him if he still remembers the third grade of elementary school, when a girl in his class insisted on marrying him, and finally followed him home and slept in the same bed with him. And I tell the story of when I first met Ye Zhan, how we dealt with Zou Yang and Li Jie together, and then got into trouble with Hong Li, etc.

But it was useless, absolutely useless. Just like the doctor said, these methods only work on TV. Such miracles are almost impossible to happen in real life. It still depends on the patient's own physical fitness and will to survive. Although we feel it is useless, we still have to persevere to the end, and never give up until the last moment. We still tell stories to Ye Zhan every afternoon. When we are not in the ICU, the three of us sit in the corridor to discuss what to say to Ye Zhan, and think about what to say first, and then say it when we go in.

Two more days passed, and there was still no effect. Ye Zhan's parents looked more and more anxious. The seven-day deadline was getting closer and closer. If Ye Zhan really couldn't wake up, he would have to spend the rest of his life in bed, and we would never see this sunny and kind boy again. When I thought of this, my heart was torn and I was in great pain. Ye Zhan's parents were even more in pain, and they almost cried every day. Ye Zhan's father, a masculine and resolute man, lost a lot of weight in five days, and his eye sockets were deeply sunken. In the past five days, the three of us rarely slept, and basically just leaned against the wall and squinted.

In the past few days, people kept coming. Su Wan and the others came every day, asking what was going on, but they always left disappointed. Xia Xue and Tao Zi came once, sighing and crying, and could only chat with me. But I didn't want to say a word. Yang Mengying died, Ye Zhan was in a deep coma, and I basically lost the desire to talk. Except when I was at Ye Zhan's bedside, I told him our story, and basically didn't speak at other times. In the past few days, I made a decision that I would never mess around again, never fight again, and never associate with the people I used to have.

Because I am a jinx. When I was in Chenggao, I saw Shi Dong stabbing Lao Gou to death, and Shi Dong was also sent to prison; when I was in Beiqi, I watched Yang Mengying die in front of me, and Ye Xian is now seriously injured and unconscious. Doesn't all this have anything to do with me? If it weren't for me, why would they be like this? Xia Xue once said that I was like Conan, and there would be trouble wherever I went. Although it was a joke, I gradually found that it seemed to be true.

Should I continue to live like this? Must I kill all my friends to be satisfied? It would be fine if I was the only one who got into trouble, but I was bullied for three years in junior high school. When I came to high school, I didn't want to be bullied anymore, but ended up causing more people to get into trouble!

What a jerk! I leaned against the wall, tears streaming down my face. There is no one worse and more disgusting than me. It is me who has caused everyone to be like this. It is me! Extreme shame and guilt filled my heart, and painful thoughts kept circling in my mind.

But there is one strange thing. After five consecutive days, Beiyuan City seems to be calm. It shouldn't be like this. There was such a big fight and a student died, but the TV station and newspapers didn't even report it. But this is not something I should consider, so I didn't ask or worry about it. Anyway, it doesn't matter to me now whether I go to school or not. If I smash Beiyuan No. 7 Middle School to pieces, how could the school want me? Maybe I will have to face a huge compensation. The person playing the piano said: Let me calculate how many chapters are left to finish the transition period... Ah, I can't stand writing such a depressing plot myself. I will let the novel progress to the passionate part as soon as possible. I'm sorry for the hardship on you. Just hold on. I hope you won't be affected by the "gloom" of the novel.