"I might as well die!"
Gao Feng was a patient with high-level paraplegia. After 1,165 days of IV drips, he once again uttered those words. His face was ashen, and he seemed increasingly lifeless.
At that moment, large areas of ulceration and swelling had appeared on Gao Feng's lower body. Though the condition was still relatively mild, the severity of his illness had already reached a dangerous point.
Gao Feng, fifty-two years old this year, had been bedridden and paralyzed for over three years since a car accident three years ago.
He had received emergency treatment at the hospital for a while in the early stages, then returned home for conservative treatment. Last month, his condition suddenly worsened, and his family sent him back to the hospital, where he underwent another round of emergency treatment and continuous IV drips.
Gao Feng had had enough of this suffering. With each passing day, his desire to die grew stronger.
As a patient with high-level paraplegia, Gao Feng had been bedridden for years. His wife had to take care of his bowel movements and urination, and even feed him. Fortunately, she was a virtuous woman who never abandoned him. She had cared for him devotedly for more than three years without a word of complaint. Otherwise, he would not have been able to go on living.
Now that his son and daughter had both graduated from university and were living independently, with his son even working abroad and married to a foreign wife, he had nothing left to worry about.
Coupled with the torment of his illness, he truly no longer had any desire to keep living.
"Old Gao, are you letting your imagination run wild again?"
At that moment, Zhao Wei, the patient in the neighboring bed, saw that Gao Feng had