The Spirit World

Chapter 903 Demonic Disaster (3)
The special physical condition was just a special warning. Even with the most advanced medical achievements at the time, it was impossible to find out how to treat this terrible "disease".

What's more, the doctors in the small clinic could only prescribe the right medicine according to the common "symptoms". In the end, the first infected person watched himself being tortured to death by the disease without knowing what disease he had.

The feeling of despair of feeling your body functions being damaged step by step and being powerless to change the situation must be the most torturous doomsday.

Twelve hours after coming into contact with the "blue light" that seemed like a "miracle", everything was irreversible...

——"Genesis: Sun and Moon in the Same Sky"

It was late at night when chest tightness and dry heaving came again.

She was suddenly awakened by the nausea that rushed up her head. She ignored her boyfriend who was sleeping next to her, climbed off him, stumbled to the toilet, bumped into the door, and made a loud retching sound...

"vomit--"

The first time, her stomach was empty and nothing came out.

"vomit!"

She didn't spit out the second time. Instead, blood followed her throat and climbed up step by step to her head, making her neck red, her face sallow, her eyes bloodshot, and her head dizzy.

My boyfriend was so frightened that he was stunned. His feeling of pain from being pressed and the annoyance of having just woken up instantly turned into a state of panic and worry. He pulled a piece of clothing over him and came to the bathroom door. The door was not closed, and there was no odor of vomiting. Instead, there was a strange fragrance of toilet cleaner...

"What's wrong, honey?"

She could clearly hear her boyfriend's concern. She waved her hands to say that it was okay, but was interrupted by the third sound of retching.

"vomit!!!!"

This time, she felt like her whole body was about to fall apart, and she actually vomited.

For example, the gastric juice that flows out of your pitiful stomach.

The contents of the stomach returned from the stomach to the mouth and passed through the intestines, like a barbed claw cutting the flesh, leaving behind a sticky thread of blood.

"What's wrong? Honey!"

The boyfriend squatted down in fear and came over to pat her on the back, but was stopped in his tracks by another dry retching sound.

"Ugh—cough—"

The painful retching stopped abruptly at this moment, and the originally wonderful fragrance of toilet cleaner was instantly replaced by gastric juice and stench.

The boyfriend frowned and held his breath, only to see her collapse on the toilet and slide down the smooth side of the toilet...

During these short twelve hours, she came to the hospital for the first time, brought by her boyfriend, who ran wildly on the street at a very fast speed. Her body was shaking too frequently, causing her boyfriend to tilt uncontrollably. Whether he was afraid of falling or not, he did his best.

Although he prayed that this was just a "possible" "minor illness", reality told him that there was no illness more torturous and painful than this one.

He also couldn't have imagined that once admitted to the hospital, his girlfriend would never leave the hospital again.

It was not a stormy night, but he imagined that it was indeed a bolt from the blue in life, and the last seventy-two hours of his girlfriend's life came so quickly.

Some people have followed Helen Keller's books and imagined that they would only have three days of light, but when they really had only three days of so-called light, they would be at a loss. In these three days, that is, in the 72 hours of her life, she would clearly know that a certain "disease" in her body was ruthlessly destroying her health and leading her to death.

Although she didn't think she only had seventy-two hours to live, because she was still very young, it was impossible for her life to only have seventy-two hours.

or……

Everyone who enters the hospital hopes to be discharged quickly.

First of all, as her boyfriend, he went to the emergency room at night without knowing her condition.

This is not his fault, because he and she eat the same thing, or, in other words, regarding vomiting, it is natural and understandable that he instinctively thinks of eating it... Besides, my boyfriend, who has never been to the hospital, doesn't understand why he has to queue or wait in the emergency department...

Although she woke up once during the long half-hour wait in the emergency department and seemed to be feeling better, she looked at her boyfriend lying on a chair in the emergency department of the hospital, patting her back with a worried look on his face, trying to make herself feel better. She never thought that she would be sent to hell by just one word.

That word is naturally - death.

She could even walk on her own on the way to the emergency department, because after such intense vomiting, she almost realized that she really needed to see a doctor. Although she felt sorry for herself several times in her mind that she was "not seriously ill" and that the meaningless consultation would cost a lot of money, but from everything that happened next, she would understand that money cannot buy physical health, or her own life.

In the future, according to subsequent speculation, the first infected person, within the seventy-two hours of being exposed to [the blue light], had mild suppressible nosebleeds, dry retching, and chest tightness during the first ten hours of work. During this period, he had a brief loss of tactile consciousness and was unable to recognize distances.

During the half hour on the way home, the shortness of breath became more and more severe, causing extreme hypoxia of the brain. The drowsiness was not the normal sleep that came at night, but an unprecedented type of shortness of breath suffocation.

During the three hours of sleep induced by shortness of breath suffocation, the dry retching state forced the sleep to break up, and accompanied by the stomach returning, after vomiting out the stomach residue and a large amount of gastric juice, the stomach cramps did not stop, but the pain symptoms were [relieved] by the body's [numbness due to pain] nerve response mechanism.

In the future, a large number of experimental reports will show that the [Liu's Neurotic Syndrome], also known as the [New Black Death], will release a single cell that weakens the body's sense of touch, minimizing a person's pain. The short-term recovery of patients is precisely a special condition caused by this failure of touch.

This single cell has yet to uncover the "genetic secret" of its existence.

This new type of Black Death has a famous name internationally: [X Comprehensive Infectious Disease], and is also called [Immortality Disease] based on its subsequent symptoms.

She, the first case of Liu's neurotic induced syndrome, was looking at the ceiling of the hospital, waiting for her boyfriend to register.

It takes half an hour to come to the hospital, half an hour to queue, half an hour to register, and maybe another half an hour to wait.

Twelve, three, two, one, a total of eighteen hours passed. Even for other rare human diseases, the best time for treatment would have been missed.

Only death awaits her.

And, the most tragic and terrifying forty-eight hours are coming.

During these forty-eight hours, she will truly and consciously watch her body collapse bit by bit.

Then unwillingly go to the hall of death.

No one would accept this, but her life was over.

Even though, it's sad.

(End of this chapter)