Chapter 140： Love Bet Live Game 10 ┃ Zhuang Li: With me, everything will be fine. (1/2)

The confused Zhuang Li had no idea how he got to the infirmary. When he regained his senses, the school doctor hurried out to greet him and asked nervously, "Si Ming, what's wrong with you? Go in and lie down, I'll help you see."

Zhuang Li's undulating heart sank again.

The performance of the school doctor extinguished the last bit of luck in his heart. What 7480 said is true, Si Ming has ALS, otherwise the school doctor would not be so nervous. Like Zhong Xingyun, he should be a nurse employed by the Si family.

Zhuang Li had imagined all kinds of unexpected situations, and knew that his lover's life would not be easy, but he did not expect the worst to happen.

In this world, ALS is a disease for which there is no definite cause and no cure. Once suffering from it, the human body will lose consciousness inch by inch, and then become paralyzed, and eventually die of respiratory failure, just like being frozen in ice.

Most of the patients are between 30 and 60 years old, but Si Ming has just turned 18 this year, and his life will end before it really begins.

In the long life that followed, he couldn't die, but he couldn't live well, he couldn't walk, he couldn't swallow, he couldn't speak, and he didn't even have the ability to excrete.

He will lose all dignity and hope and live like a puddle of mud.

No wonder he slept on the table every day, not communicating with anyone. Because he had long accepted his destiny, gave up struggling and resistance, and waited helplessly and powerlessly for death, not a death sinking into darkness, but a sober death.

Every day, he would open his eyes and face the world soberly, but he could only watch his body rot inch by inch in despair. The most painful thing is this...

The more Zhuang Li thought about it, the more uncomfortable he became. He couldn't listen to the words of Si Ming and the school doctor. He walked into the infirmary, opened the curtain, sealed himself up, and covered his red eyes.

He was just a bystander and couldn't accept such a future. How would Si Ming feel?

Zhuang Li couldn't imagine how Si Ming had survived the days when he was sick. Is he in pain? Desperate? Will it be impossible to sleep through the night?

"Are you sad?" Siming lifted the curtain at this moment, stuck his head in, and looked over here cautiously.

He was so desperate himself, but he was still worried about the feelings of Little Curly Hair.

"I won't let those scumbags bully you again in the future. I will protect you until you get into a good university and have a good future." He raised his fist like an oath.

Zhuang Li put down his hands, revealing red eyes, looking at the person who had sworn to protect him, he clearly wanted to laugh, but just opened his mouth, but two lines of tears flowed out. He finally understood how the word "empathy" was invented.

The first person to use it must have a suffering lover like him.

Zhuang Li stretched out his hand, pulled Si Ming into the curtain, and hugged him tightly.

"I'll protect you too. Trust me, everything will be fine!" He patted Si Ming's back gently, comforting him very gently.

Si Ming hugged him tightly, comforted him at a loss, and then said viciously: "Whoever dares to bully you in the future, I will kill him!"

When he said "killed", he was really beaten to death, not a joke. Doing anything crazy for the little curly hair seems so trivial to someone with no future.

There were still tears on Zhuang Li's face, but the corners of his mouth rose uncontrollably.

Sadness and vulnerability are just a moment, after calming down, he immediately began to think about how to save the lover in this world.

"Where is the bathroom? I want to take a shower." He needed a quiet corner to think about it.

"I'll take you there. There is my shampoo and shower gel in the bathroom, you can use both." Si Ming reluctantly let go of his little curly hair and led the way in front of him.

Zhuang Li went to pull his left hand, but his ears were red, but he didn't let go.

Zhuang Li went around to the other side of the corridor to pull his right hand, but he dodged immediately, his crimson ears turning pale in an instant.

Zhuang Li realized that Si Ming had gotten rid of the early symptoms and entered a state of gradual paralysis. Now he only has his right hand, and then maybe his left hand; then, his voice will become hoarse until he can't swallow; His legs may also be paralyzed and he loses the ability to walk; in the end, he will lie in bed until the ability to breathe is gradually taken away...

The onset of the disease seems slow, but it is irreversible.

Now Si Ming is only paralyzed in his right hand, and there is still a way to save him. When he can't even speak, and he can't swallow food, it will be too late!

Although ALS is a chronic disease, there is really not much time left for Zhuang Li. He stood under the faucet, closed his eyes and flushed cold water for more than ten minutes, and his eyes became extraordinarily firm when he walked out of the bathroom.

Si Ming held a hair dryer and sat on a bed in the infirmary in a daze. Hearing the footsteps, he immediately looked over, and his eyes filled with thick darkness immediately radiated a happy light.

"Blow your hair?" He held up the blow dryer with his left hand.

"I'll do it myself." Zhuang Li took the hair dryer and plugged it in.

The wind blew loudly, blocking out all the noise, but it couldn't block Si Ming's scorching eyes. He stood by the hospital bed, staring at the little curly hair, like a moth in the dark seeing a bean of lights.

However, when Zhuang Li turned to look at him, he quickly looked away.

Zhuang Li curled his lips into a smile, retracted his gaze, and continued to blow his hair, so Si Ming looked at him again, holding his breath, like a thief. How he longed to be close to this person, but how afraid he would be too close to get away.

He knew that he was a man without a future, undeserving of any good.

He can protect the little curly hair, but he will not leave any traces on the opponent's heart, because he will eventually become a rotten living corpse, revealing the ugliest appearance.

Si Ming stared blankly at this man, and his eyes turned red before he knew it. He suddenly felt sad, sad like never before...

Aware of his lover's sudden low mood, Zhuang Li teased: "Why are you always looking at me? Do you have a crush on me?"

"I don't have it! Don't talk nonsense!" Si Ming's sadness turned into nervousness. He was clearly denying, but he raised his hands in a gesture of surrender.

Body movements are often more revealing of a person's heart than words. He really can't do anything about the little curly hair.

"I saw it all, and you still want to deny it." Zhuang Li pointed to a row of medicine cabinets in front of the hospital bed.

The glass door of the cabinet can reflect light, so Zhuang Li can see the appearance of Si Ming looking at him with dementia without turning his head.