Pain Sharer

## Pain Sharer >I am a talented pianist, but I suffer from neuralgia. Every time I play, it feels like torture. >He is my silent bodyguard, always standing in the shadows, using his body to block all dangers for me. >Until I discovered that the scars under his gloves completely coincided with my pain points every time I got sick. >"Why do your injuries always appear where I hurt?" I pulled open his collar and asked. >He pressed down my trembling hand in silence, turned around and took on the speeding car accident for me. > Outside the rescue room, I opened his blood-stained diary: "If sharing her pain is the price of love, I am willing to bear double the price." >The night the doctor declared him brain dead, I sat on the piano bench that I had not seen for a long time. >When the last note of "Farewell Song" fell, the heart rate monitor sounded a piercing alarm. >——It turns out that loving to the extreme means taking away all the pain from the other person. --- The raindrops hit the huge glass dome of the concert hall, and the sound was as dull as drumsticks hitting rotten wood. The lights backstage were pale and dazzling, illuminating every corner. I curled up on the cold velvet sofa in the dressing room, my fingertips firmly pressed against my right temple, which was throbbing. Here we go again. It wasn't a sharp needle prick, nor a heavy blunt blow, but something more insidious and vicious - as if someone had clamped the slender and fragile nerve with cold steel pliers, and then tightened it arbitrarily and in circles. Every twisting brought forth an electric spark that was enough to tear apart the consciousness, burning from the temple to the back of the ear, and then arrogantly penetrated deep into the neck. Cold sweat soaked through the close-fitting performance dress, and the expensive silk stuck to the skin stickyly, bringing waves of nauseating chills. A face as pale as paper was reflected in the makeup mirror. The carefully painted makeup was now like a layer of poor quality paint, stained and stained by cold sweat and pain. The pair of eyes in the mirror that were once praised as "full of starlight" now only have a cloudy light that is almost scattered due to severe pain. There was a slight knocking sound outside the door, regular and restrained. It's my agent Lin Wei. "Late?" Her voice came through the door panel, with a deliberately suppressed anxiety, "There are still fifteen minutes until the show starts. The auditorium... Is almost full." I took a deep breath, trying to suppress the sweetness rising in my throat. When he spoke, his voice was extremely hoarse, and every syllable seemed to have been polished by rough sandpaper: "... Cancel." His fingers gripped the armrest of the sofa convulsively, and his knuckles were so hard that they turned white, as if it was the only driftwood that could be grasped, "Tell them... Cancel." There was silence outside the door for a moment. I could almost imagine Lin Wei's face turning pale instantly, and the unconcealable shock and despair in her eyes. This recital, which has been prepared for a whole year, is the most important appearance after winning the Chopin International Competition. It is another shining golden ladder that she has paved for me with all her efforts. Cancel? This is undoubtedly a dream castle that has been carefully built by countless people. "Listen late!" Lin Wei's voice suddenly rose, with a hint of crying, "You know this is impossible! There are many music critics and sponsors outside..." "I said cancel!" An inexplicable evil fire surged up, accompanied by another fierce twitching of the temples. I almost yelled, my voice so sharp that it pierced my eardrums, "Let them get out! Get out of here!" After yelling, huge fatigue and deeper pain seized me instantly, and I slumped back to the depths of the sofa, leaving only heavy and difficult breathing. Lin Wei outside the door seemed to be calmed by my loss of control. After a moment, the sound of her staggering running footsteps was heard. The world finally calmed down, leaving only the increasingly violent sound of rain outside the window and my own heartbeat as heavy as a drum. The pain was like a cold poisonous snake, coiled in the nerve endings, gnawing at my will insidiously and patiently. Every heartbeat seemed to inject new venom into it. I closed my eyes and pressed my hot forehead against the cold armrest of the sofa, desperately waiting for this wave of torture to pass. Time became sticky and long in endless pain. I don't know how long it took before the sharp pain that almost lifted my skull slightly subsided, leaving behind a heavy and dull ember that had been repeatedly crushed by wheels. I barely held up my weak body, like a doll with its bones removed, and stood up staggeringly. I needed water, cold liquid to put out the invisible fire in my body. Outside the dressing room is a long and narrow corridor covered with thick carpet, leading to the public rest area backstage. The corridor was empty, with only the overhead lights casting a bleak halo. I held on to the cold wall and moved step by step. My feet were floating, and I stepped on cotton with every step. Just when I was about to turn the corner and caught a glimpse of the ajar door of the public rest area, an unusual figure caught my eye. At the end of the corridor, beside the thick fire door leading to the safe passage, a tall silent figure stood in the thick shadow. It's Chen Jin. He was like a cold stone statue, almost blending in with the gray fire door behind him. The shoulders and back are straight, the lines are cold and hard, and the black suit outlines the outline of wide shoulders and narrow waist, but there is no trace of life. He is always there, in the corner where I can or cannot see, like a silent shadow and a solid barrier. Isolated from the hustle and bustle of the outside world, and also isolated from my eyes trying to explore. At this moment, he was facing me slightly, and most of his face was hidden in the shadows. Only his thin lips and hard jawline were clearly visible. He was looking down at his right hand. That hand was always wrapped in a black leather glove of fine quality, just like himself, shielded from all prying eyes. At this moment, he slowly took off the glove with extremely slight movements. The light from the ceiling lamp in the corridor fell stingily on his exposed right hand. The finger bones are distinct, slender and powerful, and the raised veins on the back of the hand are like winding mountains, telling strength and forbearance. However, just there, close to the outside of the wrist, there was a fresh scratch that was very clear! Dark red blood beads were slowly oozing out from under the damaged skin, gathering together to form a winding and dazzling red line. That position... That position! My breathing stopped suddenly, and my heart seemed to be tightly grasped by an invisible hand! Deep in the right temple, the remnant of the sharp pain that had just subsided and was tightened by the steel pliers was now perfectly coincident with the location of the dazzling wound! Not bad at all! An icy current rushed from the top of the head to the soles of the feet in an instant, and the blood seemed to freeze in an instant. This is not the first time! The last time I had an inexplicable severe pain in my wrist, I accidentally saw a bruise on the same position on the back of his hand. The day before the sudden pain in the nerves in his calf, he had an extremely imperceptible stagnation when walking... Countless moments of severe pain, countless fragments of scars that he inadvertently exposed were like scattered puzzle pieces. The perfectly overlapping wound positions in front of me instantly pieced together a horrifying and horrifying truth! Suspense, fear, and the absurd feeling of being manipulated by invisible threads seized me instantly! I even forgot about my physical weakness and stepped out of the corner with a sudden step, my high heels hitting the thick carpet with a dull "thunk" sound. The sound was not loud, but it was enough to alarm the stone statues in the shadows. Chen Jin's movements were surprisingly fast. Almost at the same moment when the sound sounded, his right hand exposed to the light retracted behind him like lightning, and at the same time, his body turned around very naturally, completely blocking his right hand in the shadow behind him. His face turned towards me, still with the same expression that had remained unchanged for thousands of years, his eyes were calm, and there was no trace of panic. It's just that the tight lip line seems to be tighter than usual. He nodded slightly and said in a low, steady voice without any waves, "Ms. Jiang." It was as if the thrilling scene just now had never happened. That deliberately evasive gesture, that instantly restored mask of indifference, was like boiling oil poured on top of the roiling doubts and fears in my heart! With a "boom", all the backlogged questions, long-standing confusion, despair repeatedly tortured by severe pain, and the huge impact of this bloody coincidence at this moment, instantly broke down the dam of reason! I have no idea where I get my strength. It was as if some hot, desperate energy had been forcibly injected into his body. Like a trapped animal that was completely irritated, I rushed in front of him in a few steps, carrying a determined wind. Chen Jin didn't seem to expect that I would lose control so much. He subconsciously wanted to take a half step back, and his body had already made defensive adjustments. But it's too late. My target was extremely clear - it was his right hand that was blocking me behind me! The hand that hides a terrifying secret! I used all my strength to pounce on him desperately, my hands like iron pliers, grabbing his thick forearms! The muscles under the fabric were as hard as iron, containing explosive power that made my finger bones ache. He resisted instinctively, and the muscles in his arms tensed instantly, and a huge force came back, almost throwing me away. "Let go!" I screamed, my voice distorted by the extreme anger and force, with a broken hoarse voice, "Show me! Show me your hands!" My nails dug into his flesh through the expensive suit fabric, like a drowning man grabbing the only driftwood. He is much taller than me, and his strength is completely different. At this moment, he only needs a little force to push me away completely. However, at the moment when his arm muscles were flexing and he was about to use force to shake me away, his bottomless black eyes suddenly hit mine. In those eyes, there was no longer the usual coldness and indifference, but a trace of extremely fast and deep pain clearly flashed across them! It's not the pain of being attacked on the body, but the shock of something deeper and sharper being pierced hard. This instant, almost uncaptured pain was like a poison-quenched needle, accurately piercing his solid defensive shell, and instantly stagnating the violent power in his arm. This is the stagnation of lightning and flint! Like crazy, I took advantage of this thousandth of a second to grab his forearms with both hands, and my fingertips dug hard into the collar of his dark shirt! The expensive silk was torn apart by my brute strength and let out an overwhelmed whine! The button on the collar flew out and bounced to an unknown corner. I tightly grasped the torn hem of my clothes and used all my strength to pull it down hard! "Hiss-" The sound of tearing fabric in a larger area was particularly harsh in the silent corridor. A large piece of skin from the side of Chen Jin's neck to just below the clavicle of his right shoulder, together with the outside of his right wrist that he subconsciously wanted to cover, were instantly exposed to the pale light! Time froze at that moment. The air seemed to have been sucked out, leaving only my breathing as heavy as a broken bellows. The exposed scene in front of me made my mind go blank and I even forgot to breathe. That was by no means a body that had been tempered but scarred and belonged to a bodyguard. It was a... Thrilling battlefield ruins! Just below his right collarbone, close to his shoulder, a hideous, dark purple bruise was clearly visible! That shape is like the mark left by some kind of huge, invisible fist! The edges of the bruises even had horrible dark red spots that were bleeding under the skin. The location of this bruise... The location of this bruise is exactly the same as the sharp pain that suddenly erupted under my right shoulder blade during a rehearsal three days ago and almost made me faint on the spot! His eyes moved further down, landing on the exposed outside of his right wrist. Under that fresh, bleeding scratch, there were actually several old scars of different colors stacked on top of each other! Some of them have faded into light brown marks, and some still have pink tender flesh that has recently healed. They were like a twisted web, entrenched in that specific area - that specific area where every time my fingertips touched the keys, the nerve endings would suddenly explode with sharp pain, like being burned by boiling oil! Perfect coincidence! Exactly! Old wounds overlap new wounds, silently telling the correspondence again and again! The blood rushed to the top of his head and faded away in an instant. Extreme shock and an unspeakable fear poured over his body like ice water. I stared at the scarred skin, then raised my head sharply, and looked into his bottomless eyes. There, there was no longer the flash of pain just now, but an almost sad calm. Under that calmness, something heavy and suffocating seemed to be rolling, almost swallowing me up. "Why..." My voice was trembling, and every word seemed to be forced out from between my teeth, with a cry on the verge of collapse, "Why... Every time... Every time I hurt..." My trembling fingers almost poked the hideous bruise under his collarbone, "... It all appears on you?! Tell me! Chen Jin! What the hell is going on?!" My question echoed in the empty corridor, hitting the cold walls with a desperate echo. Chen Jin's body was as stiff as iron under my hands. He didn't try to break free anymore, but silently endured the force of my tearing and the anger and fear in my eyes that almost burned him to death. He lowered his eyelids slightly, and his thick eyelashes cast a small deep shadow under the pale light, covering all the emotions in those black eyes, leaving only the tight, bloodless lip line that seemed to be carved with a carving knife. Silence. Deathly silence. There was only the sound of my violent heartbeat beating crazily in my eardrums, and the tireless noise of the heavy rain outside the window beating against the glass. The silence was more suffocating than any argument, like an invisible hand strangling my throat. I can't get an answer. The silent man in front of me was like an iceberg frozen for thousands of years, refusing to melt or talk. The huge feeling of powerlessness and the anger of being fooled swept over me like a tsunami, instantly overwhelming my last bit of shaky sanity. "Get out!" I suddenly let go of my hand holding his torn clothes and pushed him hard with all my strength. My voice was sharp and distorted due to extreme anger. "Get away! Stay away from me! You... You monster!" I pushed Chen Jin back half a step, and he hit the cold fire door with a dull sound. He raised his head, his face in the shadow was still expressionless, only his deep pool-like eyes looked at me steadily. Those eyes were too complex, heavy, forbearing, and even had a trace of... Indescribable compassion? This compassion completely ignited my anger! "Go away! Do you hear me!" I screamed uncontrollably, grabbed a cold metal trash can at hand, and threw it at him with all my strength! "Clang!" With a loud noise, the trash can hit the fire door behind him, bounced to the ground, and rolled several times on the thick carpet. The waste paper inside was scattered out, like a messy piece of snow. He still stood there, motionless, but the line of his tightly pursed lips seemed to be a little tighter, and the line at the corner of his jaw was like a knife cutting an axe. At this moment, Lin Wei's panicked footsteps came from the other end of the corridor, accompanied by her crying voice: "Tingwan! Tingwan, what's wrong with you? What happened?" She obviously heard the huge movement here. Lin Wei's appearance was like a needle that punctured my emotional balloon that was on the verge of exploding. Looking at Chen Jin's silent, rock-like figure, and at the scars exposed on the torn edges of his clothes, silently accusing me of my madness, a huge feeling of exhaustion, mixed with shame, exhaustion and deeper despair, suddenly seized me. All the strength was drained away in an instant, and his eyesight turned black. My body went limp, sliding along the cold wall and sitting weakly on the carpet. The expensive skirt is like a suddenly withered flower, stacked on the side. I curled up and buried my face deeply into the cold knees, my shoulders shaking violently uncontrollably. Tears finally burst out, burning her cheeks, but they couldn't wash away the huge, cold mystery and fear in her heart. Lin Wei rushed to my side, squatted down and anxiously held my shaking shoulders: "Tingwan! Oh my god! Are you okay? What's wrong? Chen Jin..." She looked up at the man standing silently in surprise. Chen Jin didn't look at Lin Wei. His eyes, heavy, passed over Lin Wei's shoulders and landed on my curled-up, trembling back. That gaze seemed to have substance, like a cold lead, weighing me down so much that I could hardly breathe. A few seconds of dead stare. Then, very slightly, almost imperceptibly, he moved. Not leaving. He bent down extremely slowly, with an almost stiff lag in his movements. He picked up the black leather glove that had been torn off by my force and was stained with blood and dust. He didn't put it on immediately, but held the glove tightly with his scarred right hand, his knuckles turning white from the force. Then, he bent lower and silently picked up the waste papers scattered on the thick carpet one by one, and put them back into the metal trash can that I had smashed. Every movement was heavy and precise, without any unnecessary sound. After doing all this, he straightened up. Finally, that heavy gaze fell on me again, staying for a long and short moment. In those eyes, something seemed to have sunk completely, sinking into the bottomless darkness. He finally turned around, without looking at anyone, and took steps forward. Heavy military boots stepped on the thick carpet, silently, like ghosts. He walked along the corridor, step by step, towards the back door that led to the outside world and was being washed by the violent rain. The moment the heavy soundproof door was pushed open, the cold, moist wind rushed in, making my exposed skin shiver. The huge sound of rain roared into the dead corridor, lashing the ground like countless cold whips. The door closed heavily behind him, cutting off the wind and rain, as well as the silent figure. Only Lin Wei's anxious questioning and my suppressed, intermittent sobs were left in the corridor. In the cold air, his cold and silent aura still seemed to linger, as well as... The suffocating mystery brought about by the scars that were revealed silently and perfectly overlapped with my pain. He's gone. With the secrets all over his body and the chilling synchronized scars, he disappeared into the rain. Like a drop of water blending into the boundless ocean. The days that followed were filled with a strange sense of vacuum. Chen Jin disappeared silently, as if he had never existed. Lin Wei carefully filled the security gap he left, and the new bodyguard silently took over the position that always stood in the shadows, equally professional and equally distant. But it feels like an important rib has been taken away from me. In a world where emptiness and noise intersect, I always feel a void and imbalance that cannot be filled. The repercussions of that canceled recital because I lost control are still shaking. The veiled criticisms in newspapers, the cold accountability calls from sponsors, the disappointed messages from music fans... Are like countless tiny needles, constantly pricking the nerve endings. What's worse is that the weird neuralgia didn't disappear just because Chen Jin left. It is still lurking, like a cold and poisonous snake, suddenly showing its fangs when I try to touch the keys or just concentrate. Only this time, when the familiar sharp pain that could tear my consciousness exploded under my right shoulder blade again, I huddled on the cold piano room floor. Apart from gritting my teeth and enduring the endless torture, a deeper, unspeakable panic inexplicably arose in my heart - that location, that deep purple bruise... Was he now, somewhere I couldn't see, suffering the same or even double the pain? Once this idea grew, it twisted around me like a vine, almost suffocating me. I tried to numb myself with work, frantically approaching new gigs, and filling every minute with an intensive schedule. Lin Wei looked at me worriedly, but in the end she couldn't overcome my stubbornness. So, I got on a flight to a neighboring city to negotiate the finale of an important international music festival. Airports are always a maelstrom of people. I wrapped myself up in huge sunglasses and a mask, and walked quickly through the noisy arrivals hall, surrounded by assistants and new bodyguards. Lin Wei walked beside me and quickly confirmed the next itinerary in a low voice. The glass door of the exit slides open automatically, and outside is the driveway connecting to the parking lot. The sky was gloomy in the evening, with icy rain falling. A silver-gray business car parked quietly a few steps away. The moment I stepped onto the wet road with one foot and was about to walk towards the car—— An indescribable feeling suddenly seized me! It's not severe pain, but a cold premonition that can freeze the soul! It's like there is an invisible thread that suddenly tightens to the limit! My heart suddenly shrank! It's like being held tightly by a cold hand! Almost uncontrollably, I turned my head sharply, my gaze penetrated the crowd and the rain curtain, and scanned diagonally behind me crazily! It's him! Just a dozen meters away, in the shadow near the edge of the driveway, that silent figure appeared out of nowhere, like a stone statue that suddenly condensed from the rain! Chen Jin! He was still wearing the black suit that seemed to be welded to his body, and his figure was as tall and straight as an unsheathed sword. The rain wet his neat short hair and slid down the cold and hard lines of his face. He stood there, motionless, his eyes like physical chains, passing through the chaotic crowd, locked firmly on me! That look... That look no longer had the calmness of the past, nor did it have the heaviness of the last time we parted. There was a kind of anxiety that was almost desperate! A kind of last, silent warning before landslide and tsunami! What did he want to say? What was he trying to prevent? This thought struck my mind like lightning! The moment my mind went blank and my body stiffened due to the intense impact of my sight—— "Listen late! Be careful——!" Lin Wei's heart-rending scream almost pierced my eardrums! A huge roar carrying the aura of death violently rolled over from the side! Accompanied by the piercing scream of the tires sliding and rubbing wildly on the slippery road! Time seemed to be stretched into thick syrup. I turned my head stiffly, and the edge of my vision was roughly filled with dazzling, out-of-control car lights! That light, with the speed of destroying everything, crazily and unstoppably engulfed my position! The icy raindrops drew a desperate trajectory in the strong light. The air was squeezed and torn, making a dull whimper. Fear was like ice water that instantly filled all the limbs and bones, freezing all movements. I didn't even have time to think, my body's only instinct was to freeze. At that critical moment when the destructive light was about to swallow me up—— A black shadow, with the determination to tear the air, soared from the blind spot of my sight at a speed that exceeded human limits - the direction where Chen Jin was standing where I instinctively looked just now! Not toward me, but... Toward that violent, out-of-control death light! "Bang——!!!" A loud sound that was so dull that it caused cardiac arrest! It was the sound of heavy ejaculation and high-speed impact of steel! Immediately afterwards, there was a tooth-breaking and harsh noise of metal twisting, glass shattering and exploding instantly! Time completely stopped at that moment. My pupils suddenly shrank to the extreme, reflecting the thrilling scene that could tear my soul: Chen Jin's body was like a black sandbag being whipped out by a huge force, drawing a short and tragic arc in the air. His black suit was torn apart instantly under the dazzling light of the car lights, and the pieces scattered like desperate butterflies. His whole body was hit hard by the black car that was completely out of control, like a crazy beast, and flew out with great force! He... Couldn't even let out a muffled groan. The body rolled briefly and feebly in the air, and then hit the cold and hard concrete ground a few meters away, like a discarded rag. There was a muffled "dong" sound, like a heavy hammer hitting everyone's heart. The rain quickly spread dark water stains on the ground, mixed with dazzling, meandering scarlet. The front of the black car that caused the accident was severely dented and deformed, and the windshield was shattered in a spiderweb shape, like a huge mouth with fangs. It finally stopped just a few steps away from me, tilted and emitting white smoke. There was a dying "tsk-tsk" sound from under the hood. The world is completely silent. The noise at the airport exit, the patter of rain, Lin Wei's subsequent scream, the faint siren in the distance... All sounds disappeared. The only thing left in my eardrums was the dull impact and the roar of my own blood rushing to the top of my head in an instant and freezing into ice the next second. I froze in place, like a stone statue whose soul had been sucked out. The cold rain hit my face and neck, but I couldn't feel the slightest chill. In sight, there was only the motionless black figure on the ground in the distance, quickly wetted by the rain, and the ever-expanding, shocking scarlet color. That scarlet color, like the eye of hell, burned on my retinas. "... Chen Jin?" A broken, completely unfamiliar voice forced its way out of my throat, trembling with disbelief. No one answered. Only the rain, which was getting heavier and heavier, was coldly watering this sudden land of death. The dazzling red light on the door of the rescue room is as bright as the prying eyes of the furnace of hell, burning tirelessly. It reflected the pale wall at the end of the corridor in blood red, and also gave everyone sitting outside waiting an ominous halo. I curled up on the cold plastic chair, my body shaking uncontrollably like chaff. Lin Wei tried to wrap me in a thin blanket, but I pushed her away stiffly. The blanket fell to the floor, covered in dust from nowhere. I hugged my arms tightly, my nails digging deeply into the flesh of my arms, trying to use this insignificant sting to fight against the boundless cold in my heart that could kill someone. It's too cold. The kind of coldness seeped out from the cracks in the bones. No matter whether it was the warm air from the air conditioner outside or Lin Wei's anxious comfort, it could not dispel it even a little bit. Every breath he took was filled with ice, scratching his fragile lungs. Time loses its meaning here. Every minute and every second was stretched out, and it was like being fried in boiling oil. The tragic scene at the airport exit was replayed uncontrollably in his mind: the out-of-control headlights, the scream that tore through the air, and his figure that decisively jumped out... Finally, it was fixed on the moment when he hit the ground like a broken doll, and the blinding red that spread quickly in the rain. Why him? Why him? That silent, shadow-like man, that man with the weird scars on his body that perfectly overlapped with my pain... Why was he there? And why... Use your body to block that car? The chaotic thoughts are like a tangled mess, with no clue to be found. There is only a strong, inescapable intuition - his appearance is no accident, his sacrifice... Is related to me! That look in my eyes that was full of despair and anxiety burned into my heart like a brand. I don't know how long it took, maybe a century, maybe just a moment. The heavy door in the emergency room that separated life and death finally slid inwards silently. The chief surgeon wearing a green surgical gown came out, with a look of overwhelming fatigue on his face. He took off his mask, his exposed lips pursed tightly, and a heavy cloud formed between his brows. His eyes scanned the corridor and finally landed on me. That look... My heart sank suddenly, sinking into the bottomless ice cave. "Ms. Jiang?" The doctor's voice was hoarse and heavy, and every word seemed to have been squeezed out of the chest with all his strength. I stood up suddenly, so fast that I knocked over the chair behind me, making a harsh friction sound. His legs were so weak that he could barely support his body, so he could only hold on to the back of the chair, his knuckles turning blue and white from the exertion. I stared at the doctor's lips, my heart beating wildly in my chest, almost breaking my ribs and jumping out. "Patient... Mr. Chen Jin," the doctor's voice deepened, with a cruel declarative tone, "We... Have tried our best." I held my breath, and the sounds of the world were pulled away again. "His craniocerebral injury... Is very, very serious. Primary brainstem injury, diffuse axonal damage..." The doctor spat out a series of cold and biting medical terms. Each word was like an ice-hardened dagger, piercing my heart. "The vital signs are currently barely maintained by equipment and drugs. But..." He paused, and that brief pause was filled with suffocating heaviness. He raised his eyes and looked directly at me, with an almost compassionate and unmistakable sense of judgment: "He... Has lost all spontaneous breathing and brainstem reflexes. He is in deep coma, with the lowest Glasgow score." The doctor's voice was as heavy as a boulder hitting the ground. "According to strict clinical diagnostic standards... We determined that Mr. Chen Jin... Has entered a state of brain death." "Buzz——" It was like there was a string in my brain that was stretched to the limit and then suddenly broke! A sharp, soul-piercing buzz! Brain... Dead? Those three words, with the chill of an ice pick, instantly froze all my blood and thoughts. I opened my mouth, but no sound came out. My throat felt like it was blocked by a hot iron, and it burned terribly. The doctor's face in front of him began to spin and blur, and his subsequent words became distant and unreal, as if they were coming through thick glass: "... Organ maintenance... The family decided... The follow-up..." Brain dead… What does this mean? It means that the body lying on the cold rescue table, although the machine is still maintaining the heartbeat curve, but the man who is silent and guarding me like a shadow... The man with scars that synchronize with my pain... The man who used his body to block death for me at the last moment... His consciousness, his soul, has completely dissipated? Like a wisp of smoke, completely extinguished by this ruthless rainy night? "No..." An extremely weak breath finally forced its way out from the depths of my throat. Then came the second and third ones, their voices getting louder and louder, with a hoarseness and despair on the verge of collapse, "No... Impossible! You lied to me! He... How could he..." The strength in my body was instantly drained, and I could no longer support it. My legs gave out, and I fell forward. "Tingwan!" Lin Wei screamed and hurriedly rushed over to help me. The world went completely dark before my eyes. Consciousness floats in the endless darkness. There is no time, no space, only heavy, suffocating sadness, like cold sea water, squeezing in from all directions. After an unknown amount of time, a faint ray of light pierced the darkness. I found myself lying in the hospital room. Outside the window, the night was as thick as ink, and the rain stopped unknown when, leaving only wet traces reflecting the cold neon lights of the city in the distance. The ward was quiet except for the monotonous and regular ticking sound of the monitoring equipment, as if measuring the passage of another life. Lin Wei fell asleep lying on the chair next to the bed, with heavy blue and black eyes. Brain dead… Those three words were like poisonous ice needles, piercing my heart again, causing a sharp pain that almost suffocated me. I sat up suddenly, and the movement involved stiff muscles, causing a burst of pain, but it was far less than one ten thousandth of the pain in my heart. No! I can't just lie here! That man... Chen Jin... He can't just disappear behind the cold instrument like this! There are still so many unsolved mysteries about him! Those scars that are synchronized with me, his last look in his eyes, why he appeared... And... A vague idea, like a shooting star in the dark, instantly illuminated my chaotic mind. Journal! Right! His diary! The man who was as silent as stone had almost no personal belongings. But that little, dark brown leather notebook he carried with him! Occasionally, he would sit alone in the farthest shadow of the living room late at night, after I finished practicing the piano, and write slowly on it with the very worn pen under the weak light of the floor lamp. Every time I write, there is an almost pious heaviness. There... There must be an answer! This thought started like wildfire, instantly igniting all the strength I had left. I lifted the quilt, stepped on the cold floor with my bare feet, and quietly walked around the sleeping Lin Wei. Opening the ward door, there was no one in the corridor, only the pale overhead light cast a long, lonely shadow. The intensive care area is on the top floor of another building. The hospital corridor late at night was eerily silent, with only my own footsteps echoing in the empty space, carrying a desperate echo. The cold air stimulated my exposed skin, but I couldn't feel the slightest chill. My heart was beating wildly in my chest, almost breaking my throat. Finally, I saw the familiar, heavy ICU door. On the bench at the door, a young man wearing a black jacket and a tired face was taking a nap against the back of the chair. I recognized him. He was from Chen Jin's team. His name was Xiao Yang. He was usually responsible for external liaison. He is staying here at the moment. My heart was in my throat. Almost holding my breath, I stepped lightly and approached silently like a ghost. He was sleeping deeply, with his head tilted to one side and snoring slightly. Beside his feet was a small, dark blue travel bag with the zipper open, revealing neatly folded clothes and some scattered items inside. My gaze swept over the items like a searchlight. Shaver, charger, a few unopened packs of cigarettes... Nothing. The dark brown leather notebook is not outside. My heart sank. Was it taken away? Or... Didn't bring it here at all? No! No! With Chen Jin's rigid and almost paranoid habits, that notebook must be something he regards as life! It must be there! I bit my lower lip and looked at the dark blue travel bag again. The bag is not opened very much, and only the contents of the upper layer can be seen. That notebook... Will it be suppressed underneath? Time is running out and Xiao Yang may wake up at any time. A strong impulse drove me. I clung to the cold wall like a gecko and quietly moved to the other side of the bench, only one step away from the travel bag. My fingertips were cold and trembling slightly from nervousness. I took a deep breath, squatted down very slowly, held my breath, carefully put my hand into the open mouth of the bag, and groped down to the lower level. The fingertips touched the soft fabric... And further down... There was a hard plastic folder... Then, the fingertips suddenly touched a familiar, slightly tough leather touch! That's it! My heart was beating so fast that it almost exploded! I suppressed my excitement, carefully pinched the edge of the notebook with two fingers, and pulled it out bit by bit, extremely slowly, from the folder between clothes and folders. Dark brown, the leather cover has been badly worn, and the corners have an oily sheen. It lay quietly in my hand, much heavier than I imagined, like it held an unspeakable secret. At this moment, Xiao Yang moved uneasily in his chair and let out a vague murmur. My whole body froze and my heart stopped! Almost without thinking, he immediately pressed the diary tightly into his arms, covered it with the sleeves of his large hospital gown, then stood up as fast as possible, pressed against the wall, and ran towards the dark corridor from where he came from like a frightened rabbit without looking back! I ran to the stairwell of the safe passage and made sure no one was chasing me. Then I leaned against the cold fire door and started breathing heavily. Cold sweat soaked the hospital gown on the back. The diary in my arms was like a hot coal, burning my skin and my soul through the thin fabric. I trembled, using the dim green light of the emergency light in the stairwell, and looked down at the diary in my hand that was stained with the smell of death. On the dark brown cover, in addition to traces of wear and tear, there are also a few dark brown spots that have long since dried and solidified. Bloodstains. It was the mark left by the tragic crash at the airport. I stretched out my trembling fingers and brushed the cold, bloody cover. The touch of my fingertips was cold and rough. Then, I took a deep breath, and the cold air seemed to have the smell of rust, rushing straight into my lungs. I flipped open the first page. No name, no date. What caught his eye were several lines of writing written in black ink. The handwriting was unexpectedly... Good. It is not the rough and sloppy writing as imagined, but with a restrained edge, the strokes are powerful and powerful, and there is a hint of restraint and forbearance at the turning point that is not easy to detect. > Mission target: Jiang Tingwan. Female. 25 Years old. Pianist. > Risk assessment: High. Neuralgia (S level trigger). Public figures (Level A exposure risk). Personality: Sensitive, stubborn, artistic thinking (communication disorder level S). > Core directive: Ensure the target is absolutely safe. Priorities: above all else. A cold, emotionless mission record. Just like the first impression he gave me. I turned back eagerly. The sound of paper rustling was particularly clear in the silent stairwell. The handwriting is still neat, but the content has begun to change. No longer just a stereotypical record. > January 7, sunny. >Target's first public rehearsal. Schubert D.960. Midway through the second movement, the little finger of my right hand suddenly spasmed. Strength: Level 7 (visual inspection). Duration: 3 minutes and 42 seconds. The target attempts to cover up, biting his lower lip (minor bleeding). Interference factor: stage glare? The camera flash of the reporter in the audience? Need to check. > Note: I have sharp pain at the metacarpophalangeal joint of the little finger of my right hand. Strength: about level 4. Duration: 3 minutes and 42 seconds. Positional agreement: 100%. The phenomenon was confirmed for the first time. The reason is unknown. Requires observation. My breath hitches. Spasm in the little finger of my right hand... That was the first time I had it in public! Did he even notice the slightest movement like biting my lip? And the time and pain level assessment accurate to the second... He was like the most stringent observer, recording every detail of my pain. But the cold words "sharp pain occurred simultaneously" and "position matching is 100%" were like a red-hot iron, burning on my heart. > March 15, rain. > Target canceled the suburban music salon schedule due to heavy rain. Emotional outburst (Level: 8), breaking crystal ashtray (worth approximately $2,000). Then I was alone in the piano room for 3 hours. There will be no performances during this period. Neuralgia trigger point: right temple (intensity: estimated level 8-9). Duration: approximately 2 hours. > Note: I have a persistent dull pain in my right temple, with an intensity of about level 5, accompanied by slight dizziness. The position matches. Duration: approximately 2 hours. > Question: Are severe mood swings a predisposing factor? Pain transmission mechanism? Is there a delay or amplification effect? …She looks cold. The piano room didn't have heating on. I gripped the edge of the diary tightly, my knuckles making a slight "clucking" sound from the force. That time I smashed the ashtray... I thought no one knew that I was so painful that I curled up on the floor and twitched for two hours! It turns out... He knew it all along! Not only does he know it, he is also enduring it simultaneously! I even noticed the detail that I didn't turn on the heating... "She looks very cold"... These five simple words, like a thin needle, pierced my hard shell unexpectedly, bringing a sharp pain. I flipped back like crazy, the paper clattering. There are more and more records and they are getting denser and denser. Every attack I had, every emotional breakdown, every forced smile I had in public... Were all recorded by him in meticulous detail and with an almost cold precision. At the same time, there must be a synchronous reaction record of either light or heavy intensity appearing in the corresponding position of his body! > May 3rd, cloudy. >Target interviewed by The Sound of Music. Reporter mentions late mentor (trigger point). The target lost control of his emotions instantly (the cover-up was successful), and the interview was interrupted for 15 minutes. In the backstage lounge, I experienced sudden cramping pain in the precordial area of ​​the left chest (intensity: level 9). Duration: 8 minutes and 17 seconds. The subject takes a double dose of painkillers. > Note: I simultaneously experienced severe compressive pain (intensity: level 6) in the precordial area of ​​my left chest, accompanied by a strong sense of suffocation. Duration: 8 minutes and 17 seconds. The location is highly consistent. > Note: This pain pattern is highly similar to angina pectoris, but there are no abnormalities in ECG monitoring. The correlation... Is frighteningly strong. Her pain... Was like a knife. My mentor... The old man who guided me when I was most confused but passed away suddenly... In that interview, I thought I concealed it very well... It turned out that in his eyes, there was nothing to hide. Suffocation... He used the word "suffocation." That was the most real feeling I had at that time! And he was actually experiencing the pain of suffocation at the same time! The flipping speed is getting faster and faster. The edge of the paper scratched my fingertips, causing a slight sting. My vision began to blur, tears welled up uncontrollably, and I held them back hard. I want to see it! I have to read it! Finally, I turned to the last few pages. The date stuck... The day before the airport tragedy. > September 28, heavy rain warning. > The target's emotions remain tense (Level: 7). The frequency of neuralgia attacks has increased significantly (one today under the right shoulder blade/on the right wrist). The pain intensity exceeded level 8. Trigger: Public pressure to cancel the recital? Anxiety about a new itinerary? ... Or is it resistance to my existence? > Note: The simultaneous pain is clear (intensity: about level 5 under the right shoulder blade, about level 5 in the right wrist). The location is absolutely consistent. > Core findings (requires the highest level of confidentiality): There is a "valve effect" in pain transmission. When the target's pain intensity exceeds the threshold (presumably level 8), or when the subject is highly concentrated and actively guided by will, the pain can be partially transferred to oneself. Transfer ratio: Preliminary estimate is 30%-50%. The transfer process is accompanied by intense discomfort, but it is bearable. > Cost: After transfer, the target's pain is reduced, but physical scars (bruises, subcutaneous bleeding, and even open wounds) will appear in the corresponding area of ​​the subject. The scar shape and location are completely consistent with the target original pain point. The mechanism is unknown. Extremely dangerous, but... It's the only way she can share it. > Warning: This effect is uncontrollable and there is a risk of backlash. Unknown limits. "Valve effect"..."Transfer pain"..."Physical scars"..."The only way to share it with her"... The brain is roaring! All the clues, all the confusions, all the weird synchronizations... At this moment, they were completely shattered by this cold and cruel text! The truth is spread out naked before your eyes, with a bloody texture! It turns out that the scars that appeared on his body were never a coincidence! It's him! It was him who, in some way that I couldn't understand, actively and almost masochistically took away the most severe pain from my body! Every time I was in agony, he was silently suffering double torture - my remaining pain, plus the real physical damage caused by being transferred to him! "Price"... He used the word "price"! The scars all over his body are proof that he paid the price! Trembling, almost with a masochistic eagerness, I turned to the last page. That was the day of the incident, and the handwriting was messier and more rapid than on any previous page. It penetrated the back of the paper, as if the writer was experiencing turbulent waves in his heart. > September 29, heavy rain. > Intense uneasiness. Unable to locate source. The right eye continues to beat (asynchronous pain, a self-warning). Intuition: An imminent threat to the target. Level: Fatal. > Information fragments: The itinerary of the target neighboring city has been leaked (the source is yet to be investigated). Airports are high-risk nodes. The suspicious vehicle (black car, fake license plate, no valid tracking record) drove into the airport's long-term parking lot (monitoring blind spot) one hour before the target flight landed. > Judgment: The intention to assassinate is clear. Method: Vehicle collision (high probability). > Action plan: Sneak into the airport surveillance blind spot (the abandoned guard box in the west cargo passage) in advance. After the target appears, the personal warning radius must be reduced to within 5 meters. In extreme cases... > The last line of words was written extremely slowly and heavily. Each stroke seemed to be carved with the last strength of life, with an almost tragic determination: > > **If sharing her pain is the price of love, I'm willing to pay double. If death is the end of protecting her, I am willing to give everything. ** "Bang!" The diary slipped from my completely helpless hand and hit the cold terrazzo floor hard. A hollow echo. I couldn't hold on any longer, so I collapsed along the cold fire door and fell to the cold ground. Share the pain... Bear double share... Protect the end... Give everything... That's it! I see! That last desperate pounce at the airport was no accident at all! It was a death trap that he had predicted! It is the final plan he wrote with his life! He has already put my safety above his own life! Even before that, he had already been using his flesh and blood to silently share my severe pain like gangrene in my bones! Tears finally burst out like a flood. It was no longer a silent slide, but was accompanied by an extremely suppressed, beast-like whimper that erupted from deep in the chest. I curled up on the cold ground, hugging my knees with both hands, my body shaking violently, crying so hard that my heart was broken, and my heart was broken. All doubts, all coldness, all resistance were completely shattered by the bloody truth at this moment. That man who was as silent as a shadow, that man who I dismissed as a "monster", under his silent protection, was hiding a love that was so deep, so desperate, and so willing to break one's body to pieces! And I... And what did I do to him? Accusations, pushing, scolding, throwing trash cans... And that heart-wrenching "Get out!" Regret is like countless red-hot steel knives, repeatedly cutting into my heart and lungs, causing severe pain a hundred or a thousand times more severe than any neuralgia! The pain was so real and sharp that it almost tore my soul apart! "Ah——!!!" A howl that was too shrill to sound like a human voice finally broke through the blockage in the throat, echoed crazily in the empty and silent stairwell, hit the cold wall, and hit the cold fire door. In the end, only endless screams and despair were left. It turns out that the most painful thing is not illness or injury. It is a belated understanding and regret that can never be pursued. Cold regret is like poison ivy, tightly wrapped around the heart, causing suffocating pain with every beat. I huddled in the corner of the ICU rest area, like a shabby doll abandoned by the world. Lin Wei's eyes were red and swollen, and she tried to persuade me to go back to the ward to rest, but my empty eyes silently blocked her. Time lost its scale here, leaving only the monotonous, cold ticking sound of the ECG monitor, symbolizing the only remaining form of life, faintly coming from the closed intensive care door. Every time it sounded, it was like a heavy hammer hitting my already riddled soul. He is behind that door. Separated by a wall. In that body that relies on a cold machine to maintain a weak heartbeat, is that silently guarding soul still wandering in a dark corner? Could he sense the heart-wrenching regret outside the door? "Sharing her pain is the price of love, and I am willing to bear double..." The writing on the diary that penetrated the back of the paper was like a red-hot iron, burning in my mind over and over again. Share... Bear a double share... An idea, like a sudden lightning strike in the darkness, suddenly grabbed me with destructive madness and a hint of desperate hope! That diary... That record about the "valve effect"! He said that when he is highly concentrated and actively guided by his will, he can divert my pain! So... What about doing the opposite? If... If I use up all the willpower in my life to impact and infuse the pain that is enough to burn my soul at this moment... Can... Can I awaken his dormant consciousness? Even if there is only a glimmer of hope? Even if... Just sharing the boundless darkness he felt at the moment? As soon as this thought arose, it was like a wildfire that set off a prairie fire, swallowing up all reason and fear in an instant. It is crazy, absurd, and contrary to common sense, but it has become the only bloody driftwood that can be grasped when sinking in the abyss of despair! "Qin..." I raised my head suddenly, my chapped lips moved, and I made a hoarse sound. "What?" Lin Wei, who had been staying by my side, didn't hear clearly and moved closer worriedly. "Piano..." I repeated, my voice louder, with an almost paranoid eagerness, "I want a piano! Now! Immediately!" Lin Wei was stunned, her eyes filled with disbelief: "Tingwan? What did you say? You look like this now..." "I want to play the piano!" I grabbed her arm suddenly, my nails digging into her flesh, my eyes were so hot that they were almost crazy, with desperate determination, "Find me a piano! Right here! Now! Please, Lin Wei! This is... This is the only way to save him!" The last few words were almost squeezed out from the gaps between my teeth like tears. Lin Wei was shocked by the near-destructive madness and despair in my eyes. She looked at me, and then at the closed ICU door, which symbolized the sentence of brain death, her expression changed. Finally, she gritted her teeth suddenly, and her eyes showed a tragic and heroic look: "Okay! Just wait! I'll find a way!" She turned and ran away, the sound of her high heels hitting the ground particularly urgent in the dead corridor. Every second of waiting felt like a century. I stared at the door, my body trembling slightly from the extreme tension and the excitement of being about to make a desperate move. His heart beat wildly in his chest, hitting his ribs, causing bursts of pain. After an unknown amount of time, Lin Wei's figure finally appeared again, followed by two staff members wearing hospital logistics uniforms and pushing an upright piano. There was confusion and a hint of reluctance on their faces, and they were obviously forcibly persuaded by Lin Wei in some way. "Tingwan, we can only... We can only leave it here." Lin Wei's voice was breathy, and she pointed to the relatively empty place at the end of the corridor outside the ICU door, "Hospital regulations... It can't be too noisy..." "Okay! Okay! Right here!" I almost rushed over. The black upright piano was pushed to the designated position, like an alien that suddenly broke into the land of death. I stumbled to the piano bench, my fingers touched the cold keys, and a strange and familiar throbbing instantly flowed through my body. How long? Ever since the nerve pain got worse, and since the last time I had a meltdown backstage and canceled a show, I haven't had the courage to touch them. The key that had been the whole meaning of my life had now become my last, desperate weapon. I suddenly opened the piano cover. The black keys are like silent tombstones, and the white keys are like stairs leading to the unknown shore. The cold, mixed smell of disinfectant and dust hit my face. Take a deep breath. Close your eyes. It's not about playing anymore, it's not about pleasing anyone anymore. There is only one name, one figure, and a soul sinking into endless darkness in my mind - Chen Jin. I want to play! Use all the strength of my life! With the regret that is enough to tear apart the soul! Use this pain that burns your heart and erodes your bones! With this desperate love! "Farewell Song". Chopin's "Farewell" (? Tude Op.10, No.3). The etude known as "Farewell" has a simple melody but contains the deepest and most profound sadness. The fingertips fell heavily with desperate determination! "Boom——!" The first note sounded heavily and lonely, exploding suddenly in the empty and cold hospital corridor! It's like the scream of a heart being hit hard! The sound penetrated the wall and the dead air, carrying a desperate declaration! Immediately afterwards, the slow, heavy chords in the bass area of ​​the left hand, like the pace of a funeral, were like the heavy drum beats of fate, beating in the stagnant air one after another. The famous melody line with endless sorrow and lingering thoughts flowed out of the right hand. "Ding dong... Ding ding dong... Ding dong..." The melody flows. No, that's not flowing, it's crying blood! Every note is like a drop of blood squeezed out from the most painful place in my soul! When the fingertips hit the keys, it was no longer a light touch, but an impact with the weight of the whole body! Shoulders, arms, wrists, fingertips... The familiar nerve pain that had the most severe part transferred away but never really disappeared was completely ignited by this crazy playing! Pain! Sharp pain, like countless red-hot steel needles piercing the nerve endings at the same time, exploded under the right shoulder blade, on the right wrist, on the fingertips... All the old injuries where he had shared the pain! Sweeping through the whole body instantly! "Uh-huh..." A painful groan escaped from his throat uncontrollably. His body shook violently due to the sudden severe pain, and he almost fell off the piano bench. But I bit my lower lip! The smell of blood instantly filled the mouth! Can't stop! No way! Chen Jin! Did you see it? Do you feel it? This is my pain! This is my belated, bone-gnawing regret! Don't you want to share the burden? Aren't you going to bear a double share? Come on! Take them all! Take them all away! Take my pain! My regret! Along with my life! Take them all! As long as you come back! Just open your eyes! The crazy roar inside is like a tsunami! All willpower, all vitality, all pain, love and hate were forcibly compressed and condensed at this moment! I closed my eyes tightly, veins popped up on my forehead, and cold sweat flowed down like a stream. I forced myself to "nail" all my spirit, all my perceptions, and all my remaining strength to that closed ICU door! Nail it on the man lying inside with only a machine to keep his heart beating! Will! Focus on me! Give me guidance! Just like what he wrote in his diary! Take this pain! This heartbreaking pain! This pain caused by him is enough to burn everything! All! Pour it through! The power of your fingertips is even crazier! It hit the keys and made an almost roaring sound! The originally sad and lingering "Farewell Song" was now played by me like an iron horse on a battlefield! Like the roar of a dying beast! The melody surges crazily on the edge of losing control, and every note carries the edge of blood and tears. With the determination to destroy everything, it slams into the door that symbolizes the boundary between life and death! Pain! The severe pain hits the nerve dam like a tsunami! His temples were beating wildly, the edges of his vision began to turn black, and waves of dizziness hit him. My right wrist felt like it was being burned repeatedly by an invisible soldering iron, and every key press brought a heart-piercing sting, causing the entire arm to convulse! The location of the old injury under the shoulder blades on the back felt like being hit repeatedly with a blunt object, and the dull pain penetrated through the heart! But I don't care! I kept my back straight, like a reed that was about to be broken by the strong wind but refused to fall! His lips had been bitten until they were bloody, and a salty taste filled his mouth. Tears mixed with sweat, blurring the vision, dripping hotly on the back of the cold hands, and were shaken away by the frantically beating keys of the piano. Bomb! Keep playing! Play with your life! Lin Wei had already burst into tears and covered her mouth with both hands to prevent herself from crying. The staff who came with the piano opened their mouths in astonishment, looking at this crazy scene that was like a sacrifice. Several alarmed nurses poked their heads out of the duty room, their faces full of shock and confusion. No one stopped. The despair and sorrow contained in the sound of the piano formed an invisible force field, solidifying all intentions of getting closer. The melody repeatedly circles and impacts at the climax! The power that accumulated all the emotions, all the pain, and all the willpower was like a spring compressed to the extreme. With the last high note, with the heavy sound of the middle finger of my right hand that I almost put my whole body weight and soul on - "Zheng——————!!!" A tearing note with a metallic trembling tail, like the last cry of a weeping phoenix, suddenly exploded! Then, there was deathly silence! The aftertaste of the last note is like a ray of dead soul unwilling to dissipate, dragging and struggling sharply in the cold and stagnant air, and is finally swallowed up by the boundless silence. Dead silence. Absolute silence. It was as if all the bones in my body had been taken away, and I fell down on the cold keys of the piano. The body was spasming violently due to the extreme overdraft and the aftermath of severe pain, and every twitch involved tearing pain. Sweat soaked the hospital gown and stuck to the skin stickyly. There was a strong smell of rust in the mouth, and there was a stinging pain from where the lower lip was bitten. My mind is blank and buzzing. All the strength, all the will, all the pain... Were burned up in the crazy and desperate catharsis just now. Only endless exhaustion and coldness remain. The cold touch of the keys and the numbness and dull pain caused by the impact still remain on the fingertips. It's over? Can he... Feel it? I raised my head with difficulty and extremely slowly, my vision blurred by sweat and tears. All that can be seen is the still closed ICU door, symbolizing the final judgment, standing silently under the pale light, like an insurmountable tombstone. There was no movement. There was no sign of any miracle happening. Ha... Sure enough... It's just my wishful thinking and madness... A huge, overwhelming despair, like an icy tide, instantly drowned the last remaining unrealistic hope. I twitched the corners of my mouth, trying to show a self-deprecating smile, but I only tasted more salty tears. Just then—— "Drip——————!!!" A long and shrill cry, sharp enough to pierce the eardrums and tear the soul, penetrated from the closed ICU door without warning and violently! That voice! It's an ECG monitor! It is the heartbeat curve that symbolizes the last weak flame of life. When it suddenly straightens, it sends out the most cruel alarm announcing death! Long cry! On and on! Like a death knell from hell! Time completely froze in this shrill alarm. Intention: love