Fate, I Don't Recognize It

The day before his thirtieth birthday, Chen Yuan received a call from the hospital. Leukemia. He was the first person in the village to buy a house and a car. "Having a good life" in the eyes of relatives. When borrowing money after getting sick, the most common thing you hear is "inconvenience". Someone said: "Ask your wife to call me." Chemotherapy. Targeted drugs. Bone marrow transplant. I thought I was getting through it. Five months later, it relapsed. All in vain. He participated in a CAR-T clinical trial. He was the only one in the first group of five who survived. But surviving doesn't mean it's over. All kinds of rejections came together - intestines, skin, mouth, liver. My bilirubin exploded, and I looked as yellow as a minion. Daily plasma exchange. I couldn't move while lying on the bed, so my sister helped me eat, drink, and defecate. The person in the hospital bed next door left, and the family members came back with red eyes to pack their things. The hospital calls "999" all day long. He didn't know what it meant at first. Later, the person in the same bed was also called "999", and he realized that it was first aid. He wondered at night: Will I be next? After being discharged from the hospital, I couldn't even climb the third floor without gasping for breath, and my immunity level was only over 200. But he remembered all those eye rolls, ridicules, and avoidances one by one. Chen Yuan said: I don't hate them. But I won't forget. When I get better, I won't speak to any of you again. I will stand and take back all that I have lost. Let those who avoid me today have to take a detour when they see me in the future. Born toward the sun. Immortal.