Chapter 38

Everyone has a nickname, and here is a brief introduction to the nicknames of all the members of the Tianyuan Team. Except for Lin Ling, everyone else's nicknames can be made public. Below are the nicknames of the eight members:

Lin Zimo: Ink-Wash Years
Xiao Jian: Keyboard Xiao
Chen Siyu: Yearning Turns to Rain
Yu Li: Every Grain is Hard-Earned
Zhang Yi: Flawless You Know
Huang Feifan: Report Sister Feifan
Wang Tianqi: Heavenly King's Net is Vast
Yu Xingyue: Astral Rain and Moon

The above are the nicknames of the seven members on QQ. The chat ended here. It was not that they did not want to continue chatting, but rather that Yu Li simply could not go on. With the coach around, Yu Li had no choice but to obediently go to sleep, saying that someone would still be looking for her to film tomorrow. Yu Li was utterly helpless, especially since she had not even agreed to it.

Recently, Yu Li had wanted to see Yu Xingyue and have a video call with him, but Lin Zimo did not agree, so there was nothing she could do. Lin Zimo's temper seemed to have grown much worse lately; anyone who wanted to see Yu Xingyue had to get her permission first. Previously, Lin Zimo had thought that because Yu Li could not speak, she wouldn't know how to communicate with Yu Xingyue, but now she knew that Yu Li simply did not want to speak and had been feigning muteness.

This was not even what worried Lin Zimo the most. What troubled her the most was that Linxia Xiaobaihe, namely Linxia Xin, kept going to Xiao Jian's room lately. Lin Zimo suspected what on earth Linxia Xin was doing going to Xiao Jian's room so often. A bad thought popped into Lin Zimo's mind, and she hoped this thought wasn't true.

Lin Zimo tiptoed to Linxia Xin's room door and cautiously cracked it open a sliver to check on Linxia Xin's recent condition. It had been too long since she had paid attention to Linxia Xin, whose current state involved rolling around on the bed and covering her face. Lin Zimo wanted to know why she was covering her face, and the only way to find out the answer was to ask Xiao Jian directly.

Lin Zimo thought to herself, "I'd better hope it's not what I think it is. If she did that forbidden thing with Xiao Jian, I'm going to tell Dad." Thinking this, she returned to her own room, lay down on the bed, and went straight to sleep. However, constantly thinking about Linxia Xin and Xiao Jian made it impossible for her to fall asleep. Her curiosity was itching to get a clear answer, but Lin Zimo still had to endure it and wait until tomorrow to ask.

Lin Zimo had another doubt concerning Xiao Jian. Apart from going to the restroom, Xiao Jian spent all his time in his room without ever coming out. Xiao Jian had been staying at Lin Zimo's house for nearly two months now, and his words had also become much fewer.

Lin Zimo pretended to fall asleep. This was the sleeping method Yu Xingyue had taught her: pretend to fall asleep first, and once you act tired enough, you will drift right off to sleep. Yu Xingyue had said it was very effective and that he fell asleep this way himself.

One has to admit that this method really worked, though it was not without side effects. In the blink of an eye, time advanced to the next day. Lin Zimo woke up clutching her head, her surrounding vision blurry, and it took a while before things improved. Lin Zimo checked the time on her phone; it was already 1:30 PM.

Disregarding her messy hair, Lin Zimo rushed straight into Xiao Jian's room, determined to finally find out the situation between Xiao Jian and Linxia Xin. However, she did not push the door open too forcefully as she went right in, only to see Linxia Xin on the bed, feeding Xiao Jian something to eat. Linxia Xin said, "Sis, you're awake? It's the middle of the day, you should go get something to eat."

Seeing that the scene was completely different from what Lin Zimo had imagined, she finally felt relieved. She then asked Linxia Xin, "I said, little sister, why do you keep going into Xiao Jian's room lately? I thought you..."

"Sister, don't talk nonsense," Linxia Xin said, her mood somewhat low. "Sister, don't you know about Xiao Jian's condition? Xiao Jian's condition is extremely bad."

Hearing this, Lin Zimo immediately grew alert, looking at Xiao Jian and then back at Linxia Xin. "What is wrong with Xiao Jian?"

Linxia Xin stood up, took Lin Zimo's hand, and said, "Come over and take a look, and you'll understand."

Lin Zimo came to the side of Xiao Jian's bed, and the Xiao Jian before her eyes gave her a huge shock. The original Xiao Jian was gone now; all she could see was Xiao Jian's left hand curled up without an ounce of strength, his face so emaciated it was reduced to skin and bones, and his lifeless eyes staring at Lin Zimo.

Xiao Jian spoke up, "Zimo, you actually don't really know me. A useless person like me is going to die in your home. I'm sorry."

"What kind of silly things are you saying?" Lin Zimo said, slightly angry. "You haven't explained your situation clearly to me at all. What on earth is going on with you right now?"

Linxia Xin answered on Xiao Jian's behalf, "Let me explain. This matter dates back to the day Xiao Jian was discharged from the hospital. Only Xiao Jian knows about this."

Time turned back to the day Xiao Jian was just discharged from the hospital, when Yu Xingyue was supposed to take Xiao Jian home.

"Brother Yu, I'm troubling you to take me home. I'm truly grateful," Xiao Jian said.

Yu Xingyue smiled and said, "We're brothers, why stand on ceremony? You're my friend, how could I let you sit in a wheelchair and go home alone?"

At that moment, a nurse approached the two of them and said, "Xiao Jian, Dr. Wu has something to say to you. Please have your friend step aside for a moment."

Xiao Jian panicked slightly and hurriedly looked at Yu Xingyue. Yu Xingyue said calmly, "It's fine, go ahead. I'll push you to Dr. Wu's office first." With that, he pushed the wheelchair and, guided by the nurse, arrived at a doorway. This was Dr. Wu's office.

Yu Xingyue opened the door, pushed Xiao Jian inside, and said, "I'll wait for you outside the hospital entrance. Dr. Wu has things to say to you, so I won't intrude." Yu Xingyue left, closed the door behind him, and all sound ceased.

That nurse—or rather, Dr. Wu—made sure Yu Xingyue was not eavesdropping and felt reassured. He then looked at Xiao Jian and said solemnly, "Let me first congratulate Mr. Xiao on your discharge from the hospital. You must have gotten tired of staying in the hospital, right?"

"That is true, but Dr. Wu, why did you ask me to come here? What do you want to tell me?" Xiao Jian asked.

"This is precisely what I want to tell you." Dr. Wu took out a medical record and said, "This is your medical chart. Take a good look at it yourself, and make sure you prepare yourself mentally."

Half-skeptical, Xiao Jian took his medical record, opened it, pulled out the file, took a look, and said indifferently, "Isn't there nothing majorly wrong?"

"Take a closer look," Dr. Wu said.

After Xiao Jian looked closer, the highlight vanished from his eyes, and the medical record in his hand dropped to the floor. Xiao Jian had been thoroughly terrified. What frightened him were those three major characters: "Myasthenia Gravis."

Myasthenia gravis refers to the inability of muscles to produce normal strength, resulting in varying degrees of loss of muscle power. Patients subjectively feel easily fatigued and find it difficult to complete the activities or movements of daily or occupational life.

Upon learning that he had myasthenia gravis, Xiao Jian found it hard to imagine. "Dr. Wu, you're tricking me, aren't you? How could I possibly have myasthenia gravis?"

Dr. Wu sighed, "The test results are correct, and you must accept reality. While myasthenia gravis has not fully manifested yet, dragging it out like this is not a solution; you must begin treatment as soon as possible."

After learning this, Xiao Jian did not agree to receive treatment. Instead, he chose to conceal it and not tell anyone else. At first, Xiao Jian believed that as long as he kept exercising, myasthenia gravis wouldn't cause any problems. However, as time went on, Xiao Jian discovered that he was already losing his strength, and even the slightest exertion left him feeling exhausted.

This condition had already started manifesting after he stayed at Lin Zimo's house for a while, which was also what made Linxia Xin suspicious as to why he hadn't been leaving his room lately.

It was not until Linxia Xin saw Xiao Jian fall out of his wheelchair that her suspicions were dispelled. Linxia Xin hurriedly hugged Xiao Jian and helped him onto the bed. Realizing that this secret could no longer be kept, Xiao Jian told Linxia Xin that he had myasthenia gravis. Upon hearing this, Linxia Xin collapsed onto the floor, lamenting that such a wonderful boy had contracted myasthenia gravis.

After learning about Xiao Jian's condition, Linxia Xin never mentioned it to Lin Zimo, guarding the secret for Xiao Jian. Only the two of them knew about this matter.

Returning to the present, Lin Zimo, upon learning that Xiao Jian suffered from myasthenia gravis symptoms, anxiously said, "It's still not too late to go to the hospital for treatment now. Don't drag this illness out, or you'll truly become a useless person."

Xiao Jian shook his head and said, "It's already too late. My whole body lacks strength now, even eating feels tiring, and now I can't even move."

"What are you joking about! It's still not too late. I'll call an ambulance right now." As she spoke, she took out her phone, only to be stopped by Linxia Xin, whose face was covered in tears at that moment.

"Sister, just listen to Xiao Jian. He dislikes staying in the hospital; going there will only cause him suffering. All I can do now is accompany Xiao Jian and not let him get hurt."

Lin Zimo hesitated, then sighed and said, "You foolish girl, why did you have to keep things from me? Aren't we good sisters? It's not like I wouldn't care about this either; seeing Xiao Jian like this makes me feel terribly heartbroken too."