Chen An really couldn't go on, his throat was hoarse, and after stopping his voice, his hands were clenched into fists.

Monanjue stood still, he lowered his head and stared at his slender right hand.

When the time comes......

Both of them were silent, and the atmosphere in the ward was as silent as death, and after a while, Mo Nanjue asked, "What's the worst outcome?"

Chen An's shoulders trembled, and his voice was extremely heavy, "With neurogenic muscular dystrophy, the muscles of both hands and feet will gradually atrophy, patients generally start with the feet, and a very small number start from the hands, gradually weak, very thin, and will be paralyzed after spreading throughout the body, and the condition will worsen after paralysis, the nerve source will be stimulated, and gradually begin to die, and finally ...... Death. ”

Mo Nanjue's eyes were dim, Chen An reached out and pressed his shoulder, some words were cruel, but he had to say, "Jue, this is not the worst outcome, this is a process that will definitely happen, and everyone will not be an exception......"

In other words, it's the best and the worst......

Chen An couldn't predict that there were too many things that could not be explained in medicine, and he couldn't understand these problems after studying for so many years.

Monan Jue kept his head down, he didn't raise it, and his voice was calm and terrifying, "How long will it take to be paralyzed?"

"Your situation is different from others, you still have devilskiss toxins in your body, and your right hand nerve is not as sensitive as before, in fact, your disease may not have attacked, or it will not attack so early, but it is stimulated by devilskiss, probably ......"

Monan Jue interrupted him, "Will it be directly paralyzed?"

"No......" Chen An shook his head, "You will gradually begin to be unable to exert force, you can't pick up vegetables, you can't pull drawers, you can't lift your hands, you can't make normal human movements, the weakness of your hands spreads to your legs, you will start to be unable to walk, and finally you can't stand steadily, generally at this time, you will be the same as Mo Wenbin now, he has been completely paralyzed in bed, and his physical functions have been completely damaged, it is estimated that ...... Time is running out. ”

"Don't beat around the bush," Monan Jue clutched the paper in his hand, "How long will you live?"

Chen An turned his face away and didn't speak.

"Speak!" Mo Nanjue held his shoulder, his five fingers were closed, and Chen An could clearly feel the pain, it was not the fear of death, nor the panic of the disease, but the mockery of himself, "Tell me the truth, how long can I live." ”

"A year and a half...... Until two years, before this," Chen An raised his head and met his eyes, "you will definitely be paralyzed, your hands and feet will lose function, maybe even ......"

"Kill me," said Monanjue, who let go of his hand and looked out the window with his delicate handsome face, "Kill me when I can't stand up." ”

"Lord ......"

"If I can't even kill myself, you'll kill me, that's the only thing I ask you to do. ”

Mo Nanjue closed his eyes, the strong sadness in the corners of his eyes was stained layer by layer, he couldn't stand up, how could he allow himself to have a day when he couldn't stand up?

Well, it's better to die.

She won't like a Mo Nanjue who can't stand up, and she won't like a Mo Nanjue who can't even hold up the dishes and can't even open the drawers......

The Monan Jue she liked was not like this, how could he not stand up in front of her?