The next day, after completing a series of preparations, Jiang Xun moved into a laminar airflow isolation room alone to receive a bone marrow transplant.
He stayed there for over a month.
Although a bone marrow transplant did not require surgery, the process was far from easy.
Despite saying he did not care, every day inside was an ordeal for Jiang Xun.
He had to lie in bed every day, with indwelling needles in both hands and all sorts of tubes attached to his body, receiving infusions almost twenty-four hours a day.
Jiang Xun had little strength each day. Because of the large quantities of chemotherapy drugs being infused into him, he spent more than ten hours a day asleep, and when he was awake, the pain was unbearable.
He had no idea how he made it through that month and more, dazed, in pain, dry-heaving, vomiting, suffering from diarrhea... unable to eat a thing.
By the end, he seemed to be nothing but skin and bones.
Jiang Xun was suffering, and Jiang Father, Jiang Mother, Fu Yanli, and the others outside were suffering too.
His torment was physical; theirs was mental.
Through the surveillance feed from the room, they could see his condition, watching him curl up tightly on the hospital bed in distress from the intensive conditioning chemotherapy, his loose hospital gown wrapped around his frail body.
Jiang Xun's bones protruded so sharply that they seemed about to pierce his skin. They watched him lying there all alone, secretly wiping away tears in the dead of night.
Yet during their daily video calls, he never complained about his suffering and could even joke with them.
Whenever Deng Shu saw Jiang Xun on the surveillance feed, her heart ached so much that she could not stop crying.
Fu Yanli