Last Leg

*About death, about revenge, about the blend of love and hate. Mutual attacks, micro-group images in the early stage. [The article on bird watching is now open, welcome to the column to read~] . If he is destined to die within half a year, should you send him to the ICU, insert tubes all over his body, cut the trachea, and apply anesthesia until the heartbeat no longer fluctuates, or should you hope that he can hold you and hold your hand in his last days and pass away peacefully without pain? What if he is a two-and-a-half-year-old child who whispers "Brother, it hurts" to you? "Please, Dr. Chen. He is in so much pain that he can't sleep every day. It took me a long time to find you." When Chen Zhongxu saw this stubble-faced man for the first time, he thought he was a new father. ——The child is his younger brother, 27 years younger than him. Chen Zhongxu raised his eyebrows, the second child of an elderly woman? What about the child's parents? ——The child now only has this brother to rely on. He had seen looks of despair and pleading many times, but there was something other than pain in Ji Zhanwei's eyes, which made him swallow his rejection. But he knew that this child was a hot potato, a piece of cold data, and a sharp knife hanging over his head. And Ji Zhanwei is definitely not a simple man. . The pale child fell asleep in the winter afternoon, smiling and closing his eyes amid the ticking clock. I hope he never gets sick again and is happy and worry-free. "What are you going to do next?" "What should I do? What can I do? If he leaves, he will have to find his mother and his father." Ji Zhanwei's eyes suddenly became sharp, which he had never shown to others when he was in the hospital. "The child is still here, how can I take revenge in front of him. But now..." Chen Zhongxu raised his eyebrows and interrupted, "Don't do anything outrageous." "I am measured." Ji Zhanwei's eyes were slightly gentler. He suddenly raised his hand and smoothed Chen Zhongxu's wind-blown hair, "After all, I am no longer a carefree person." "Then, take me with you." Chen Zhongxu held his wrist, and his fingertips gradually climbed up between his fingers. Ji Zhan narrowed his eyes slightly, with a faint smile on his lips, "Okay, if Dr. Chen is willing to participate in first aid." "Be gentle, I can't save him from serious illness." —— *Palliative care doctor Chen Zhongxu *The personality/background gradually becomes more complicated, a little crazier and longer than expected. *They are all very powerful and gentle people. The story may be heartbreaking and has a reference. Medical content does not represent professional opinion. The first draft of the copy was published on April 14, 2025, and revised on July 16. 2025-2026 Random drops have been completed, a slightly heavy free article. Intention: To have a happy ending in the last journey of life.