After sending that message, Jiang Muxue's phone was almost blown up.

But she didn't care at all, didn't answer a single call, and just stayed at the hospital in a simple T-shirt and casual pants.

Every morning, noon, and night, she made different soups for me to drink, as if we were back in the tiny rental house, except back then I was the one doing the cooking.

Now, she's the one making food for me in different ways.

At first, I could eat half a bowl, after all, her cooking was really good.

But a few weeks later, I took more medicine than food - painkillers, anti-nausea medication, Sporolactone, diuretics.

I would eat half a mouthful and then vomit for half a day.

She tirelessly stayed by my side, helped me deal with the vomited blood and food, applied hot compresses, and helped me change position.

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But even with so much medication, my body was still irreversibly declining.

Sometimes, I would suddenly come to and realize that the date didn't match my memory at all.

During those two or three days, it was as if they had completely disappeared, leaving only Jiang Muxue pretending to be cheerful, attentively staying by my side, asking me what I wanted to do when I woke up, and if I wanted to go downstairs for a walk.

But I had no idea what I had experienced during those days, and felt like half of my soul had left my body, gazing down with sorrow in its eyes.

The frequency of stomach pains also increased, the painkillers were useless, as if a knife was stirring in my stomach, making me unable to live and unable to die.

Jiang Muxue used to be worried that I would bite my tongue, so she would put her hand in my mouth, and ended up getting bitten and needing six stitches.

But she smiled and said it was a keepsake I left her.

It's crazy.

At the same time, my sleep time began to get longer, and each time, it felt like I might never wake up again.