"...I don't agree with this treatment plan. The disease in his body maintains a delicate balance. Once it is broken, the consequences are unpredictable!"
"But if you leave it alone, you are waiting for death!"
"His internal organs have begun to fail extensively. If he doesn't try, heart disease alone will kill him!"
"Professor Li, what do you think?"
"I... ... "
In the hospital office, a group of experts were quarreling over a certain boy. Some suggested risking the rescue, while others suggested defending instead of attacking.
But no matter what the idea is, there is a cruel fact that cannot be changed.
“With the current medical level in the world, it’s difficult!”
"Yeah?"
The middle-aged man seemed to have expected it, and nodded: "Thank you, doctor."
Arriving at the door of the ward, the middle-aged man put his hand on the door handle and could not move for a long time.
After a while, he gathered his emotions and pushed the door open.
"Yo, Ron! How are you feeling today?"
The atmosphere in the ward was solemn, and it didn't get better with his playful greeting.
After looking at his son who was bowing his head and saying nothing, the middle-aged man's expression darkened.
"You shouldn't..."
"He didn't spill the beans, uncle."
On the hospital bed, Ron put down the comic book in his hand and smiled.
"I just wrote down the medicine I took every day, and then used my memory to find some corresponding things in my head, and asked him for confirmation."
The middle-aged man was silent, almost forgetting that in addition to his unreasonable luck, this young man also had an unreasonable mind!
But why does such a young man with such a promising future have to endure such suffering
God, are you really fair
Gave him all the talents beyond his imagination, but wanted to take back his life.
"I was very curious at first, what happened to me, because in addition to a small number of targeted anti-cancer drugs, there were also some messy things in those drugs."
"Considering that ours is not a bloody eight o'clock TV series, the problem can only be found within myself... So, I drew a lottery."
Speaking of this, Ron's expression became silent: "I will die once in my life, a total of 29 times, and I got the death lot all the time!"
"Ron, actually..."
The middle-aged man opened his mouth, wanting to comfort him, but he didn't know what to say. After opening his mouth, he continued to remain silent.
"Don't worry, uncle, I won't give up hope."
On the contrary, Ron laughed optimistically: "Regardless of whether there are results or not, if even I give up hope, then the efforts of you and the doctors will really be meaningless."
"I don't want to die!"
"So I will try my best to survive!"
One month later, hospital.
The skinny Ron struggled to sit on the pillow with the help of the nurse. Organ failure had caused him to lose the ability to eat, and heart problems in particular made it impossible for him to move.
"Help me...turn the page..."
"Let me do it!"
The boy banned the nurse lady and sat aside, attracting Ron's unhappy gaze.
"Actually, I've realized that you are special since I was a kid, Ron."
"Whether you study sports well, you are smart, strong, and always make people feel a sense of security. Although it is sometimes very unconventional, there will always be a large group of friends around you... Do you know that you, like this, It makes me very stressed!”
"There's so much nonsense...turn the page quickly..."
Wow...
The young man was silent, glanced at the grinning straw hat on the cover of the book, and turned the page of the comic.
"Do you still remember when we were 7 years old and we went to pick mulberries?"
"Remember... what happened?"
"That time you also fell down from a tree branch to save me and got a big gash on your arm."
The boy turned the page and said, "The doctor said it would take more than a month to heal the wound where the stitches were removed. After a week, you pulled off the gauze."
Ron: "..."
"What do you want to say..."
"I want to say, I don't care what secrets you have, super powers or whatever!"
The young man stopped flipping through the book and stared with red eyes: "You are the only brother I have, can you please not die?!"
"Didn't you say that this is not the life you want? You want more challenges... Then live a good life for me!"
Hearing this, Ron was silent for a long time and smiled.
"As expected, you have read too many comics... Chuunibyou is also a disease!"
"Yeah?"
The young man clenched his fists: "Only this time, I don't want you to say that!"
Two months later, hospital.
Looking at the shriveled body lying on the hospital bed, the middle-aged man signed the critical illness notice with trembling fingers.
Looking at the young man with a pained face, the middle-aged man patted him on the shoulder.
"You have an exam tomorrow, so go back first."
"No, I'm not leaving!"
"go back!"
The middle-aged man stared and said without any doubt. Speaking of this, he sighed: "If Ron is still conscious, he definitely doesn't want to die in front of you, do you understand?"
"I see."
The young man bit his lip, turned around and left slowly.
When he walked away, the middle-aged man sat on a stool and glanced at Ron's skinny face.
"Until the end, were you still using your humanity to suppress your instincts? Ron."
A gust of wind blew by, and the air became solid.
"You should feel it too. In fact, you are not sick at all... You are just hungry and haven't eaten for too long."
Crackling!
Suddenly, as his voice fell, the light bulbs in the ward flickered on and off, and the light and shadow flickered.
A layer of black mist slowly emerged from Ron's body and pounced towards the middle-aged man like a poisonous snake. However, at the critical moment, this layer of black mist stopped and was restrained in place by an unknown force.
Ignoring the immediate crisis, the middle-aged man silently took out his cigarette and lit it.
"It's not the food we eat every day. What you need is a living soul!"
Living soul, the soul of a living person!
"Many, many years ago, this world suffered a crisis of annihilation. An extraterrestrial demon came here, turning the earth into a sea of blood, and the sky was covered with scorching smoke."
"Unable to bear the loss of life, the ancestor and his companions used their souls as a guide to defeat the demon and sealed it in the body of a baby... The demon from outside the territory cannot be killed, but can only be sealed."
"However, human lifespan has a limit. Once the container dies, the demon will die briefly, but will soon be resurrected in the outside world... So every few decades, we must find a new seal that can withstand it. Babies repeat this process over thousands of years."
"And the container in this life is you!"
Following the middle-aged man's words, suddenly, the black mist on Ron's body floated out of thin air, forming a strange human face.
The expression on his face kept changing, and so did his appearance.
These are all children who have served as sealed vessels for thousands of years. After their deaths, the demons, in order to take revenge, detained the souls of these people and prevented them from being reincarnated.
Looking at the black mist, the middle-aged man's expression darkened: "I thought that the seal for so many years had completely wiped out your demonic thoughts. After all, you haven't gone on a rampage in more than ten years... It turned out to be a disguise." ?"
The devil didn't say anything, just smiled sideways.
"It seems... you are almost too weak! In the Dharma Ending Age, you couldn't even break through this little guy's body-protecting aura."
Thousands of years of sealing have allowed each container to gain a lot of merit. Even if they don't know how to practice, this massive amount of merit and will will form a protective aura on the container, helping them suppress the devil.
But this kind of passive aura is nothing to the demon at its peak. It often goes berserk, but now it can't even make a sound, which shows how weak it is.
After silently taking a puff of cigarette, the middle-aged man breathed a sigh of relief: "So, it's time to end this nightmare and prevent the tragedy from happening again."