When he wakes up, he dresses like a terminally ill young master from a bloody novel. He relies on oxygen every day to pretend to be weak and gain sympathy, but he still has to make way for Bai Yueguang's fiancé and his white lotus sweetheart? Fuck it! I just tore off the hospital gown and struck hard!
Me before: (weak and coughing) Brother, don't worry about me, I'm fine...
Me now: (swinging an oxygen bottle and hitting the scumbag) Get out! I feel sick when I see you!
I thought I could finally settle my score, but found that my health was getting worse and worse. In the ward late at night, the ticking sound of the ECG monitor was like a reminder. When the pain came like a tide, I was shocked to realize that I was really not going to die soon.
When Bai Yueguang pretended to express "concern", I threw the test report on his face with my backhand: "You want an inheritance? Cry for me first!" Looking at his panicked look, I laughed so hard that I couldn't stand up, but when I turned around, I coughed up a mouthful of blood.
It turns out that the pain in this body was not an act. The "tenderness" I tore apart was just the last stubbornness of the dying person. In the countdown to life, I decided to be myself happily. Even if I only have my last breath, I will live like the most dazzling fireworks. It's just that sometimes in the dead of night, as I touch my increasingly weak body, I still can't help but think - it would be great if I could live a few more days.
Reader comments
It was really depressing after reading the first few chapters. Shen Mingyuan's early writing was not pleasant. I didn't expect that I would be able to heal in the end. It would turn around a thousand times. Respect the great official match
It was really depressing after reading the first few chapters. Shen Mingyuan's early writing was not pleasant. I didn't expect that I would be able to heal in the end. It would turn around a thousand times. Respect the great official match