We were in the room where Ying Gou lay.
The doctor closed the door.
We waited patiently for Ying Gou to wake up.
I smoked several cigarettes. Fortunately, the doctor did not mind at all.
Smoking was not prohibited in his lab. He even had one himself now and then.
I could tell that he was nervous too.
I said to him, "Could you stop acting like this, Doctor? This is the first time I've seen you so flustered!"
He said nothing and rose to walk over to the bed where Ying Gou lay.
I followed him over and saw that Ying Gou's face had turned terribly pale.
It was as though he had returned to what zombies looked like in the past.
And he was growing paler and paler, white as snow.
I asked the doctor, "What's wrong with him?"
The doctor shook his head. "I don't know. I don't know why this is happening either."
Yet I could not see any pain on Ying Gou's face. He still looked as though he were asleep.
Very soon, I saw Ying Gou's body begin to turn transparent. "He... he's disappearing." My heart sank. Ying Gou could not really be gone just like that, could he? If that happened, I would regret it forever.
I said to the doctor, "Stop him, or he'll be gone!"
I grabbed the doctor's arm.
But the doctor shook me off. "Don't panic. Let's watch a little longer."
How could I not panic? Ying Gou was truly important to me. In fact, I had already come to regard him as family. He carried no less weight in my heart than Jiang Xiaohui did.
The doctor glared at me. "Can you be a little more composed? Have you considered that he might not be disappearing? Have you