Chapter 559 - Do You Need a Reason to Save Someone? (1/2)

Translator: Lonelytree  Editor: Millman97

“Before illness, man will appear very small—that is something that I have come to understand recently.”

The man kept coughing. It seemed his body could not carry on any longer. “Before this, I was an easily-angered individual, but the illness has slowly worn my edges away. After my battle with it, I’ve realized how fragile humans are.”

“Please stop walking. Why don’t you stop and rest? I’ll arrive at Jiujiang World Trade Center soon. If you have anything to share, why don’t we do that in person?” Chen Ge lied about his location. He signaled at the driver to tell him to drive faster. According to the internet search, the school that was next to the train track was close to Southern Jiujiang, not far from where he was.

“I stopped moving a long time ago. It’s time to continue moving forward.” The man’s voice was shaking. The pain from his cough was hard to describe. “I know that you’re only thinking about me, but I want to go and see other scenarios, and that is why I am heading to this very tall place.”

Chen Ge did not know how to comfort the man. After all, he was not a professional therapist.

“If you die, you’ll lose everything. Calm down first. Think about the unfinished business that you have in your memory, think about the people that care about you—they’re still waiting for you. Every second that you’ve spent with them is an important, treasured memory for them.” Chen Ge spoke fast. He was feeling the pressure and kept waving his hand at the driver.

The driver was a clever person. He knew the severity of the situation from the words that came from Chen Ge’s mouth, so he drove faster. They passed the entrance to the children’s theme park and headed toward Southern Jiujiang’s countryside.

Eastern Jiujiang was the largest district, and Southern Jiujiang was the smallest, so it had a very good public transport system. The man’s voice continued. He seemed to treat Chen Ge as his last listener and told Chen Ge many things about himself.

The taxi raced on the road. The buildings on the side became smaller, and the number of pedestrians decreased. Sitting inside the car, Chen Ge talked to the man on the phone while he kept his eyes on the road and compared the map to look for the traditional Chinese school.

The coughing of the man on the phone became more drastic, sounding very much like he was going to cough his lungs out. This was not an exaggeration. Just from the sound alone, Chen Ge could tell how much pain the man was in.

“Hang in there! I’ll be there in a minute!” Chen Ge was agitated. The sound that came from the phone was so real that he believed that there was still a chance to salvage the situation.

“It’s okay, I’m used to it.” The man said that after a long silence. His voice was mixed with a type of release, unwillingness, and freedom. He tried to explain himself clearly even though it would injure his swollen neck and throat. “I’m already very happy that you’re willing to talk to me for so long. Go back home. I’m not where I told you I am. You don’t need to come to see me. I can walk the rest of the distance on my own.”

The wind grew, and Chen Ge held his breath. He was afraid of hearing the sound of the train. When the sound arrived, most likely, the man would have reached his destination.

Several minutes later, the driver reached the place. There was a nicely-preserved building at the end of the street—it was the old home for a scholar at Jiujiang, and the school was next to this building. The driver did not interrupt Chen Ge’s conversation with the man. After he parked the car, he pointed outside the window and then at the meter.

Chen Ge was in a hurry to find the man. He grabbed some random notes from his pocket and tossed them to the driver. Following which, he pushed the door open, grabbed his backpack, and jumped out.

On the other end, the man’s consciousness was flagging. He could barely finish a whole sentence, and his sense of logic was fraying.