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The three people in the ward could only weep silently; words seemed inadequate at that moment.
After an unknown amount of time, it seemed that all the tears had been shed, and a dry feeling came from her red eyes.
Li Sisui's mother broke the silence first, speaking in a low, choked voice:
"Sui Sui, why haven't you taken your medicine yet? You need to cooperate with the treatment. We will not give up as long as there is even the slightest possibility, do you understand?"
Hearing her mother's words, Li Sisui felt even more heartbroken. She took a deep breath, as if she had made up her mind, and struggled to get up despite the pain all over her body.
Standing on the hospital bed, kneeling before her parents, she spoke with almost all her remaining strength:
"Dad, Mom, please forgive your unfilial son. I owe you too much in this life. If there is an afterlife, I will use everything I have to repay you!"
"I am content that you were there to see me off on my final journey. You should all go about your own business from now on. Meeting me will only add to the sorrow, so it's better not to meet at all!"
"After I die, just scatter my ashes into the sea. I am grateful to have had you all in this life!"
By the end, Li Sisui was sobbing that he couldn't breathe. Seeing Li Sisui's actions, his parents were even more overwhelmed and burst into tears.
The father, usually stern and rarely showing emotion, was now a sobbing mess, roaring between sobs:
"Why is God doing this to me? Why? What sins did I commit in my past life to deserve this torment? I wish the world would end right now so I can go and be with my poor child. Waaah..."
Li Sisui's tears flowed like a spring. Every time they met, it was a similar scene, and her parents cried all day long.
Li Sisui felt he was on the verge of collapse, and he hated God for treating him and his parents this way.
At this moment, I unconsciously feel boundless resentment, and I only hope that the rumor circulating online that December 21, 2012, is the end of the world will immediately become a reality, and that the whole world will be buried with me, even though there are still more than ten days until the prophesied day.
Wait, why is it 2012? Shouldn't it be 2020? A question flashed through Li Sisui's mind, but he quickly dismissed it...
Ultimately, Li Sisui's parents chose to respect his decision, but as long as he lives, they will continue to pay for the special care ward. This is the last thing they can do.
Watching her parents' thin, departing figures, Li Sisui now only hoped that death would come quickly and end it all.
Exhausted, Li Sisui fell into a deep sleep once again. The heart rate monitor next to the hospital bed continued to tirelessly record the final trajectory of the dying man's life.
Perhaps fate responded to Li Sisui's pleas, because Li Sisui's condition worsened after his parents' last visit.
He was in a state of high fever and coma all day long. The nurses at his bedside had to stay with him day and night and record his condition at any time. The attending physicians would also gather outside Li Sisui's ward from time to time and discuss something in hushed tones.
After all, Li Sisui's condition is a special case, a rare case even in the medical field.
No professional physician would miss such an opportunity. Although the patient's life or death is beyond the doctor's control, it can provide valuable insights for the control and treatment of other cases.
Li Sisui can only replenish his weakened body with liquid food. Raising his arm is as difficult as climbing to heaven for him. His consciousness is in a state of confusion, sometimes clear and sometimes unconscious.
Sometimes when I open my eyes, I see many straws on my body, with unknown liquids flowing in or out.
Sometimes I have one dream after another, dreaming of my childhood, my young parents, familiar streets, and familiar relatives and friends, as if I'm reviewing my life from the beginning in a very short time.
At 10 p.m. on December 20, 2012, Li Sisui, who had been in a coma for nearly ten days, suddenly opened his eyes. His consciousness became exceptionally clear, and his hearing became unusually sharp.
Even though there were several walls between them, they could still hear the nurses talking in the hallway.
"The world is going to end in a few hours, and we're still working overtime here."
"Look at Weibo, lots of people are complaining about the end of the world!"
"This is just a marketing gimmick; there's no such thing as the end of the world..."
Listening to these words, Li Sisui couldn't help but feel that it was wonderful to be alive, as every day was an unknown journey.
This feeling was intoxicating, but Li Sisui also knew that his sudden clarity of mind might be a so-called "last gasp before death."
Because Li Sisui could feel the heaviness in his body, and there was no trace of life in him.
The feeding tube that was inserted into my mouth a while ago is gone, replaced by an IV drip in my arm. My frail body can only maintain its most basic functions by injecting nutrients.
Gradually, Li Sisui felt his eyelids getting heavier and heavier, and his once clear mind became increasingly hazy, as if he would fall asleep immediately and never wake up again.
With an infinite longing for life, Li Sisui's last shred of consciousness also faded.
My body gradually lost its temperature and became cold; my heartbeat slowed down and seemed about to stop at any moment.
The monitoring equipment outside the special care ward showed that Li Sisui's red and white blood cell counts had surged to dozens of times that of an ordinary person, like a virus spreading indefinitely.
Invading every corner of Li Sisui's body, it was these endlessly proliferating red and white blood cells that took away Li Sisui's young life.
The city's night sky was gray and gloomy, exuding a damp, cement-like smell.
Under the cover of night, the bright lights and bustling activity are still faintly visible. For most people, tomorrow is just another ordinary day in their lives.
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