Ah..., Where is this? "I rubbed my head and stood up halfway from the bed, "Am I not dead? "Yes, that's right, he is dead. Because I was born prematurely and have been frail and sickly since I was born. I grew up in a medicine jar. It can be said that I took more medicine than I ate. I even went to the hospital every two days and was just short of being admitted to the hospital. This time too, I had a lung disease and failed to be rescued. I burped. I still know it. I remember that I slowly floated out of my body on the bed, and saw the doctor next to the instrument, the straight line above, and Yan's mother who almost fainted from crying, and Yan's father who was comforting Yan's mother. Although he didn't cry, the sadness in his eyes was obvious. "Mom, Dad, I'm here!" "I wanted to reach out and grab them, but my hands went through my body. I could only watch myself getting further and further away, and my soul became weaker and weaker..."