Sometimes red seems to be a reassuring color, and when the two big red letters on the door frame keep flashing, the last glimmer of hope will not be dashed.

The boy in the wheelchair stared at the two words that kept flashing red, and for the first time he strongly hoped that those two words could continue to flicker, and he didn't dare to think about what would happen when the red light dissipated, or what would happen to him after the red light dissipated.

Fan Chai stood quietly behind the wheelchair, and like the boy, he was probably the one who didn't want the red light to dissipate, because he knew better than anyone what would happen, and he knew better than anyone what the disease meant......

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