Late Spring, Tokyo.

Jiang Zecheng, who had just negotiated an overseas business, received a call from the attending doctor - it was tantamount to a notice of death.

"Mr. Jiang, I have to be sorry to tell you that Ling Tang's time is really running out. I hope you can come and see her in the next two days. ”

A momentary dark shadow appeared in front of his eyes.

Jiang Zecheng was almost mechanical, as if he was reciting a text to a teacher when he was a student, and replied, "I'm in Tokyo, and it is said that there is a Chinese witch doctor here who immigrated many years ago, and I want to visit him, maybe the situation will turn around." ”

There was a brief silence on the other end of the phone, and the doctor lowered his tone and said lightly: "Please feel free Mr. Jiang." ”

End of call.

Jiang Zecheng leaned down against the tree in despair.

The sun was shining, and the pedestrians were weaving, and when they fell to his eyes, they all seemed to mock his coldness and cowardice.

Shaman.

What kind of expression does he have when he says these two words?

After all, I can't keep it.

He had expected it.

When Su Yaru was diagnosed with amyotrophic lateral sclerosis, Jiang Zecheng was already like a mirror, the so-called life and death, but that's it.

But he didn't dare to think about when the curve shown on the cold instrument on the other side of the ocean would calm down.

*

Jiang Zecheng and Su Yaru, talented and beautiful, were born as a pair.

The two met on the university campus, all the way plain but sweet, and successfully entered the palace of marriage.

Jiang Zecheng had excellent grades in school and excellent eloquence; Courage, courage. After the idea of starting a business, it soon attracted a considerable amount of investment for the initial entrepreneurs, and soon after that, the first pot of gold was successfully harvested.

Life is gradually getting back on track. Later, Su Yaru gave birth to a child for him.

Jiang Zecheng thought that the family of three would always be happy, until one day, he found that his wife had difficulty swallowing when eating, stumbled when talking, and often had weakness in her limbs.

Finally, a piece of medical certificate pierced the dark vent in black and white.

Amyotrophic lateral sclerosis. It is commonly known as ALS.

"The etiology of this condition has been the focus of discussion in the medical community to this day, and it may be related to genetic defects, as well as some environmental factors...... These can cause motor neuron damage.

"ALS can be divided into two broad categories based on clinical symptoms, limb onset and bulbar onset. Lingtang belongs to the onset of the medulla.

"There is currently no cure for ALS. We can only do our best to prolong the lives of our patients. ”

Jiang Zecheng understood what it was to be desperate.

*

Zecheng, take good care of our son, take good care of yourself.

What a simple instruction, what Su Yaru said was extremely difficult. The grim reaper was ruthless, pulling away her still alive breath bit by bit.

Later, Jiang Zecheng had to face a body that was gradually withering—a body that could not speak, could not move, and respiratory failure was becoming more and more serious.

Surgery and medication have not had much effect. His wife, his lover, was covered with medical tubes and ventilators, her face was sick, and her spirit was drowsy, as withered as a piece of rotten wood.

Death becomes a matter of course.

But he'd seen her alive.

When I first met, she was wearing a floral dress, with a faint fruity fragrance on her body, and her long eyelashes lowered, reading "The Dancing Girl of Izu" carefully. The library was silent, and she seemed to be a fairy in the sky.

When she smiled at him, her eyes were crooked, and there was only a reflection of him in her watery eyes.

The first time she unexpectedly stole incense on her lips, she smacked his chest in shame, really exerting her strength, and it hurt a little, but he couldn't help it.

Several partners teased him for his unique taste. It's not a stunning beauty when you look at it horizontally and vertically, but it makes him happy as if he has picked up a rare treasure. He countered that they had no vision.

She's so good.

She's so good, like an epiphany.

She's going to die.

During the irregular visiting hours of the intensive care unit, Jiang Zecheng no longer showed up.

Until the end, he used clumsy lies to escape.

When the dust settled, he would always see her smiling face when he dreamed back at midnight, and her angry words tormented his nerves day and night.

He regretted it.

He's a cowardly coward.

Jiang Zecheng curled up and heard his own hoarse and low gasps. He knew it was a cry he was desperately suppressing that was about to overflow his throat.

He also knows that as long as people live, time will be the best medicine in the world—even if all this suffering is forged by time in the first place.