Opening the first page of the notebook, black writing quickly appeared on it.

Every word is crooked, but each stroke penetrates the back of the paper and is extremely firm.

"My body will be donated to a scientific research hospital, and my corneas will be donated to those in need if they are useful..."

"Because of my illness, many friends, relatives, colleagues, teachers, and elders have helped me a lot. I really can't thank you enough, and I can't repay you in return. I can only wish everyone better and better..."

Just two lines, less than 100 words, but I wrote it intermittently for nearly an hour.

When he drew the last period and wrote his name, all the strength in Ma Jun's body seemed to be drained, and he collapsed on the sofa.

In his frozen body, there lived a sincere and powerful soul, supporting him until now.

But this soul is now gradually dissipating and becoming powerless.

The tears on Ma Jun's face had dried, leaving faint traces. He took a deep breath and felt that the air was like stone, solidifying in his lungs, and he had to exert all his strength to spit it out.

He knew very well that his health was getting worse and worse. If he could still move around before entering Sichuan, now it was almost difficult to move.

He could predict what would happen next.

Although I won't live long, the parts of my body are still healthy. If I can donate them so that more people can survive, I will die without regrets.

At this moment, the door was suddenly pushed open and hit the wall with a loud clang.

Ma Jun's son rushed in with a look of ecstasy and shouted loudly.

"Dad, your illness is cured."

Ma Jun let out an unconscious groan and wanted to look over, but was unable to turn his head.

The son brought up a gust of wind and rushed to his side, holding his hands tightly.

"Dad, I received a call from Director Jian. She is your attending doctor. Do you remember her?"

Ma Jun sniffed and remembered a beautiful figure.

That's a doctor whose heart is more beautiful than his appearance. It's a pity that he couldn't save me, he murmured in his heart.

"Sanqing has developed a drug that can treat ALS. It's called stem cell therapy. It's about to launch a clinical trial. I'll sign you up."

"Director Jian said you are not paralyzed yet and there is no problem with your medulla oblongata. There is great hope of controlling the condition."

"Dad, I bought a ticket. Let's go back in the afternoon!"

"Tomorrow, tomorrow you can start treatment!"

The son was excited when he suddenly found the notebook on Ma Jun's lap. He picked it up and looked at it, and he suddenly felt sad and angry.

"Dad, why are you like this! It's not the end yet."

"Listen to me, you will definitely survive!"

Listening to his son's roar, Ma Jun nodded slightly, feeling that the long-standing pressure in his chest seemed to have disappeared.

"I'm sorry, I have to continue living and can't donate my organs."

He thought to himself, feeling vaguely regretful and feeling sorry for the patients who were waiting so hard for organ transplants.

Without hesitation, his fingers picked up the black water-based pen again.
Chapter completed!