The reporter has actually interviewed many such patients. Many of them have a fear of death. Some want to live but have no money, while others have money but are at the end of their lives.
But this auntie didn't seem afraid at all; she was just calm.
"Auntie, aren't you afraid?"
Mo Yan paused for a moment, then smiled and looked at them. "How could I not be afraid? I'm also afraid of death and pain, but fear and dread can't change anything."
I am well aware of my current physical condition. I could stay in the hospital indefinitely, but that would mean my entire life would consist of being in the hospital.
I want to leave the hospital, I want to travel around and see the world properly.
I want to see what other places are like, and I hope that my life will not only be in the hospital, but also have other wonderful things.
Some people think that patients like us shouldn't exist, while others think we are a monster.
Actually, no, we are just sick. Uremia is not contagious, and we are not that scary.
That's just an illness.
Look, we can even travel and see the world.
In her previous life, the original owner spent her last days in the hospital, all alone. Her greatest wish was to leave the hospital and see the world as soon as possible.
"Won't this affect your health?"
"Of course not. I will take good care of myself at all times, go to the hospital if anything happens, take my medicine on time, and keep updating my videos. I hope to bring some light to everyone."
Getting sick is not scary, death is scary, but we must not lose the courage to live.
We should always look at the world with a smile, discover its beauty, and make our final days a little sweeter.
Perhaps I'll discover even more beauty?
The reporter found that the aunt was very open-minded.
They knew what the aunt had gone through; she had a daughter, but she never mentioned it, perhaps because she didn't want her daughter to be cyberbullied.
"Auntie, when did you find out about this, and how did you feel at that time?"
Mo Yan thought for a moment, and realized that the original owner must have found out about it half a year ago.
"Six months ago, I really didn't believe it. I thought the doctor was lying to me. I'm usually so healthy and can do anything. How could I possibly get sick?"
Then came fear—fear of dying, fear of no longer being able to be with my daughter.
Finally, there was acceptance, a process that took me several months.
I couldn't believe I was sick and didn't want to face this outcome.
Later, I accepted it calmly.
This process was long and agonizing, but I want to leave with a smile.
Everyone dies eventually; I'm just dying a little sooner.
Being able to get out is already a blessing. But don't follow my example, everyone else.
I'm not a good example, because I left because traveling was my wish. Others need to stay in the hospital; it's safer and more secure there with doctors taking care of them.
"I'm leaving now, thank you for coming to see me off."
Mo Yan was still smiling at them.
Their eyes were a little red as they waved to Mo Yan.
"Auntie, now that we see you leave, we hope that we can wait for your triumphant return in the future!"
"good."
They watched Mo Yan leave, and Mo Yan left with a smile.
They even followed Mo Yan's account.
This interview was also very thorough. They wrote that Mo Yan had been running a breakfast shop, taking care of her younger sister and daughter, and supporting her daughter as she grew up.
Life was never sweet to begin with, and then she fell ill. It took her a long time to go from not accepting it to accepting it.
With the final, active treatment underway, I now want to see the world in my last moments.
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