Because of a single remark from the teacher, Nie Zhao was fully convinced that his old man was bound to kick the bucket tonight. Even though this hospital room had two attached rooms for companions, he didn't go to sleep. He first sat by the bed, then moved to the sofa, and stayed awake all night until dawn.
Tell me, why is it that people who have been bedridden for a long time are both terrified of death and yet eager for it?
Take Nie Rong, for instance. In the beginning, his body still had some vitality, but after lying down for so long, bedsores plagued him, and he suffered. Gradually, his *yang* energy grew deficient, and he even suffered from auditory and visual hallucinations. He would feel as if his bodily discomfort was being scalded by fire or boiled in an oil cauldron. Whenever he closed his eyes, hellish scenes appeared right before him, and he could even see ox-headed and horse-faced demons dragging him down into the oil cauldron.
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