Tan Mo had been insulted and looked down upon ever since he was a child. He used to be irritable and impulsive, but as he grew up, he no longer cared about what people said or slandered him. He rarely got angry because of other people's words.

However, he would never have imagined that one day, the person whom he could not bear to say a harsh word to, or to make even the slightest bit sad, would be called such an unpleasant name because of him.

Cruel.

As soon as he said this word, Tan Mo felt that it was hard to even breathe. Because she was good to him, because she was too kind, she had to endure these dirty words for no reason.

It was all because of him.

Tan Mo finally knew why everyone was looking at him strangely these past two days.

Qiao Lan couldn't have not known, but Qiao Lan didn't tell him. As for the reason, it wasn't hard to guess. But Tan Mo didn't feel touched. Anger and regret had burned him to the bone.

After the PE class, Tan Mo looked at the girl's smile without any haze. Tan Mo opened his mouth but didn't say anything in the end.

What should he say? Tell Qiao Lan not to be good to him anymore? Tell her not to let people misunderstand that she liked a person with a disability?

How could that be? Qiao Lan didn't tell him about this matter, which clearly showed her attitude. She would never change her position because of other people's gossip.

And this matter didn't have anything to do with Qiao Lan at all. It had to do with him.

Tan Mo sat in the car and didn't say a word. It didn't take him long to figure out a way to cut off the possibility of these rumors. It was clear and clear. There were only two ways.

First, he could take the initiative to stay away from Qiao Lan, or even leave this place completely. As long as he left, all the disputes would disappear.

Second, if he could stand up.

He knew that not only could he not stand up with his legs, but compared to his legs, his mental disability made him feel even more uneasy and inferior when facing Qiao Lan. He had thought that even if he could stand up one day, Asperger's disease would still be with him.

Asperger's disease was a natural defect, and there was no possibility of cure.

But now, Qiao Lan was slandered because of his crippled legs. Tan Mo saw the meaning of standing up again.

If he could prevent Qiao Lan from getting hurt, he was willing to give up his persistence, even if it was to make up for his mother's guilt.

In fact, he was such a selfish person.

There were clearly two paths he could take. He could clearly choose to leave the Qiao Lan as far away as possible. But as soon as he closed his eyes and thought about how there would be no traces of the Qiao Lan in his life, Tan Mo didn't dare to think about it anymore.

Just like a person out of water.

He would die.

He wanted to choose the second path.

The scene of the car accident began to appear continuously in his mind. His mother's scream when the car lost control and crashed into him. His mother's bright eyes when she held him in her arms at the last moment. After the explosion, she fainted due to the severe pain in her legs. His grandparents pointed at him and said that he had ruined his mother's life and caused her to die.

The car accident, the explosion, the blood, the hospital. Scene after scene flashed in front of his eyes again. Tan Mo opened his eyes in pain, but he couldn't see anything in front of him. The PTSD, which had been dormant for a long time, suddenly rushed into his mind. He didn't know where the voice came from, but it kept asking him why he didn't go back on his word. Why didn't he die back then? Why didn't he go back on his words? Why didn't he die back then? You betrayed your beliefs. You will suffer retribution. The people you protect will also suffer retribution.

Tan Mo's breathing became more and more rapid. He had no choice but to cover his heart with his hand. Uncle Chen was shocked by Tan Mo's sudden change. He was so shocked that he stepped on the brakes and stopped the car.

Uncle Chen opened the car door and anxiously asked Tan Mo what was wrong. In a hurry, he grabbed Tan Mo's wrist forcefully. A dull pain came from his wrist. Tan Mo looked down absentmindedly and saw the peace knot and the obsidian bead on his wrist.

"If I betray my beliefs, bad luck will definitely befall me."

Tan Mo looked at the black bead and murmured, "Let everything befall me."

Everything had nothing to do with Qiao Lan. If there was karma, it should be borne by him alone.

Uncle Chen was shocked by Tan Mo's sudden relapse. When he heard what Tan Mo was murmuring, his eyes turned red and he anxiously asked him what was wrong.

After a long while, Tan Mo's eyes finally focused. He lowered his head, looked at Uncle Chen, and said slowly, "Contact the doctor for me."

Uncle Chen seemed to have heard something unbelievable. For a moment, he was stunned on the spot. After a long while, he was so excited that his hands were trembling non-stop.

"Contact … I'll contact him tomorrow … No, no, no. I'll contact him as soon as I get home …"

Uncle Chen didn't know what had happened that made Tan Mo finally think things through and give up his stubbornness. Tan Mo didn't say anything. It didn't matter!

He didn't ask either. Tan Mo had finally received treatment. It was enough to make him so excited that he couldn't speak.

When he got home that day, Uncle Chen immediately called the doctor who was in charge of Tan Mo's surgery when Tan Mo had just returned from abroad.

Although he could ask the doctor to check on Tan Mo at home, he didn't have the equipment at home. So, it was best to go to the hospital.

Tan Mo sat in his wheelchair. His finger gently slid across the screen of his phone. He quietly looked at the WeChat chat with Qiao Lan.

The last WeChat message was sent not long ago. It was from Qiao Lan at noon after he finished talking to Qiao Lan.

Looking at the message, Tan Mo sat motionless for a long time. It wasn't until 9: 30 pm that Tan Mo sent a WeChat message to Qiao Lan, telling her that he wouldn't be going to school tomorrow.

Less than half a minute after the message was sent, Qiao Lan called. The girl's voice was mixed in with the noise and sounded a little unclear.

"What's wrong?" Qiao Lan asked. She suddenly became nervous, "Is your leg hurting again?"

"Yeah," Tan Mo said, "so I won't be going tomorrow."

"If you don't feel well, just rest at home. Your health is the most important thing. You're too weak now." Sometimes, the girl was like a little monk. Sometimes, she was even more talkative than Aunt Chen. However, Tan Mo listened for a long time. She talked on the phone while he listened quietly.

Bai Yu was probably calling her on the phone and asking who she was talking to. Qiao Lan didn't care at all and directly said, "Tan Mo."

Tan Mo's heart suddenly hurt. He hurriedly found an excuse to hang up the phone.

Uncle Chen waited for him to finish the call before he came in and said, "I've already contacted the doctor. We'll go tomorrow morning."

"Okay," Tan Mo didn't move and nodded.

Uncle Chen took a deep breath and asked hesitantly, "Tomorrow … is it really okay to go to the hospital?"

Tan Mo's fear and rejection of hospitals and doctors was too serious. Whenever he thought of the knife Tan Mo stabbed his leg, Uncle Chen still felt scared.

"Yes," Tan Mo's tone was unexpectedly calm. "Wake me up on time tomorrow morning."

Uncle Chen nodded and closed the door for Tan Mo.

After closing the door, Uncle Chen's face fell instantly. He sat on the sofa. The old man in his fifties covered his eyes and couldn't help but cry silently.

He didn't tell Tan Mo that when he talked to the doctor just now, the doctor said that Tan Mo's leg had been dragging for too long. It might be very difficult.

The doctor said it would be very difficult, but Uncle Chen understood that Tan Mo's real condition might be much more difficult than that.

He sat alone in the living room for a long time. He wiped his face and went back to the bedroom. The next day, he was still full of energy. As if he didn't know anything, he woke Tan Mo up and took Tan Mo to the hospital.

Uncle Chen spent a lot of effort to postpone the doctor's appointment in the morning and give the earliest time to Tan Mo.

It hadn't been too long since he went to the hospital last time. When his grandfather passed away, Tan Mo also went to the hospital. However, today, it wasn't for anyone else, but for himself. The person who was being examined wasn't anyone else, but him.

When he thought of this, Tan Mo's nerves began to tighten uncontrollably.

The process of the examination seemed to be slowed down. It was more difficult than Tan Mo imagined. He listened to Uncle Chen answer the doctor's questions with a stiff body. He lay on the cold equipment and listened to the incessant beeping of various machines in his ears.

It had been a year and a half since the car accident. He hadn't received any professional examinations for a year and a half. Now, he was being examined one by one, including his leg and his overall physical fitness.

After a whole morning, the doctor's expression changed from solemn to serious.

Although Qiao Lan had taught him a lot of expressions, Tan Mo still couldn't detect the slight changes in his emotions. Only Uncle Chen felt the temperature in his heart drop.

The doctor signaled Uncle Chen to follow him out. Uncle Chen pretended to be relaxed and asked Tan Mo to wait for him. Then, he followed the doctor out.

The doctor took out a thick stack of scans and other things and pointed them out to Uncle Chen.

The doctor was very professional. Uncle Chen couldn't understand everything, but he could roughly understand. He clasped his hands together tightly. "You don't have to tell me this. I don't understand. I just want to know … Can it be cured …"

In the end, Uncle Chen almost gritted his teeth as he spoke.

The doctor was silent for a long time. Then, he sighed. "At first, because of the patient's resistance, the treatment wasn't thorough. After a year and a half of no professional examinations and treatment, the striated muscle dystrophy led to muscle atrophy. The striated muscle has spread all over the body.

Rehabilitation is very painful and difficult. Young Master's body has been damaged for a long time and can't withstand rehabilitation, so … "

"So, there's a high probability that Young Master can only sit in a wheelchair for the rest of his life."

Chen Boshuang was extremely jealous, but he still didn't give up. "What's the high probability …"

"Ninety-eight percent."

Uncle Chen felt his brain explode. He couldn't stand anymore and staggered a few steps back. The doctor hurriedly grabbed Uncle Chen, but when he looked up, he froze on the spot.

It was unknown when Tan Mo had come out. There was no sound at all. His light brown eyes still looked calm.

He looked at the doctor and Uncle Chen quietly. After a while, he repeated softly, "98%."

The doctor hurriedly corrected himself. "Actually, it's not that high …"

It should be higher. 99%, or even … 100%.

He thought that he might have a new beginning after choosing a different path, but he didn't expect his retribution to come so quickly.

He once said that if there was any misfortune, please punish it on him.

Now, everything came true, but it came much earlier than he thought.