Where is this …
Zhou Haorui looked at his surroundings in a daze. What he saw was a desolate land under the darkness. It was boundless.
Didn't I fall asleep in the dormitory … I played games with Wei Ziyang and Wang Jiaqi until eleven o 'clock, but I didn't win a single game. Because the next day was Friday and there were classes, everyone washed up and went to sleep in a depressed mood … Because I was very tired, I fell asleep very quickly … Is this a dream …
Darkness, other than darkness, there was only silence, a deathly silence.
Zhou Haorui suddenly felt a chill in his heart. He saw low tombstones standing haphazardly in the darkness.
Is this a tomb … But above his head, there seemed to be wisps of moonlight that had not been completely annihilated, but could not light up this murky environment …
This place seemed to have become a huge tomb, with moldy fog filling the air.
Zhou Haorui wanted to move, but he felt his body extremely heavy. His limbs seemed to be stuck by some sticky substance, and it was difficult to pull them out.
How could this be, where is this … What's going on …
"Is there someone …" The confusion in Zhou Haorui's heart grew heavier, and gradually, an inexplicable fear grew in him. His heart contracted, and so did his pores. The surrounding cold, damp, and darkness were seeping into his body and mind, becoming a weight that pressed down on him …
Zhou Haorui struggled and kept struggling, but his feet seemed to be stuck in the soil. He could not move, and the more he moved, the more he felt a strange pain.
This pain … He suddenly remembered, it was the pain in his cervical vertebrae …
But now, the pain was eroding his feet and spreading throughout his body.
It was like his whole body had turned into a stone.
With this thought, Zhou Haorui's perception became clearer, and his heart tightened even more. It was also like this that he suddenly "saw" himself.
Where he was standing, it was not a person, but a tombstone.
It was a tombstone made of dilapidated stones, and on the tombstone was his name: Zhou Haorui.
"Ah …" Zhou Haorui cried out in shock in his struggle, and his gaze uncontrollably rose into the distance. He saw more tombstones everywhere, densely packed, stretching for thousands of miles. It was all a dark and desolate land … Tombstones, stones, all made of human bones …
Suddenly, he felt his whole body suddenly jump up, and he really cried out, "Ah!"
The first thing he saw when he opened his eyes was the upper bunk bed, surrounded by the dim light of the bedroom, and he was sleeping on the lower bunk bed. He sat up in shock from the nightmare, his forehead covered in cold sweat.
Was that just now … a ghost lying on the bed?
"What are you screaming for? Don't be so noisy …" Wang Jiaqi, who was on the lower bunk of the opposite bed, turned around and squeezed against the wall. He muttered in dissatisfaction, "So noisy …"
In less than a minute, Wang Jiaqi had fallen asleep again and was snoring softly.
The time shown on the phone was past two in the morning. Zhou Haorui was still sitting on the bed, panting heavily. He did not want to recall the strange and scary dream, but the desolation in the dream was still in front of him, making the darkness around him disgusting.
He wiped his face and wanted to turn on the lights, but that would disturb the sleep of the other three, and he would definitely be scolded to death.
Suddenly, there was a sharp pain at the back of his neck, and he almost screamed in pain. He sucked in a breath of cold air. Why did the pain seem so serious …
He wanted to reach his right hand behind him to touch it, but when he raised his hand, he realized that there was some pain and stiffness in his right shoulder, just like the initial symptoms of cervical vertebrae.
"No way …"
The strange feeling that had not gone away became stronger, and the worry that he had not let go of also surged into his heart.
Zhou Haorui frowned. He raised his left hand to touch his right shoulder, and he instantly realized that there was pain and stiffness in his left shoulder …
Fibrodysplasia ossificans progressiva
Cold sweat rolled down his forehead, and some of the information about FOP that he had read came back to him.
Currently, there was no cure for FOP, not even an approved treatment.
This was a genetic disease, and even the mechanism was not particularly clear. Normal bone hyperplasia or muscle fibrosis could be treated with surgery, but for FOP, which was a disease where muscles, tendons, and other tissues would ossify after being injured, surgery would cause the patient to have explosive growth of new bones …
Therefore, there was currently only one treatment for FOP, and that was to avoid injury as much as possible. Do not fall, and do not do any activities that might cause the risk of soft tissue damage, because even a minor injury could cause the formation of heterotopic bone.
The life of a patient with FOP was a process that was different from that of a normal person. It was necessary to slow down the consumption as much as possible and prolong the time.
The average life expectancy of a patient with FOP was forty years old, or twenty years old, and they would become a statue.
Yesterday afternoon, at the hospital, he had done acupuncture … Acupuncture would cause soft tissue damage, and he had done acupuncture on the neck and shoulder …
He had even done traction to relax the neck by pulling on the soft tissue, but that could also cause damage to the soft tissue …
However, even if it was really ossifying, how could it be so fast …
Zhou Haorui slowly moved his neck and shoulders, but he felt that they were being pulled and stuck. His neck could not move much, and there seemed to be … a bulge on his shoulder. Heterotopic bone …? It's swollen, right? It's just a strain …
In his anxiety, Zhou Haorui got off the bed. His legs were a little numb, and he walked to the fitting mirror that Wei Ziyang had bought. He took off his shirt, and with the dim light, he turned sideways to check the condition of his shoulder … What he saw made his muscles tense up, and his heart sank to the freezing point …
There was a bulge in the muscles on both sides of the back of his shoulder. It was like a bolt on the shoulder bone.
His slightly trembling hand pressed on it again, and it was as hard as bone.
"It's a dream, right? I'm still dreaming …" Zhou Haorui mumbled. It's impossible, it can't be Progressive Muscle Ossification …
Just like what Doctor Xiao said, it's a hereditary disease, and it usually shows up before the age of ten. How did I suddenly get it …
There was a sharp pain in his heart, and his head flashed with the dizziness that he had been experiencing recently. Zhou Haorui almost fell to the ground. He did not know why, but he seemed to have a premonition. Even though he said it was impossible, he knew it was going to be like this. But he did not understand why it would be him, why would he suffer from this disease …
He was still thinking about how to improve his' talent 'so that he could enter Phecda University and join Phecda …
Everything was fading away.
Suddenly, a chill brushed past, causing Zhou Haorui to shiver involuntarily. He discovered that the originally closed window a few steps away had been pushed open. The cold night wind poured in from outside, and the weak moonlight did not make the room any brighter. However, he could see that there was a black shadow on the windowsill.
It was a dark crow. Its beak was long and pointed, and a pair of glowing eyes were staring at him.
Zhou Haorui stared at it blankly. It appeared to be some kind of unknown, formless thing that he could not explain.
"You're sick." The crow told Zhou Haorui. He heard it clearly, "Petrification Disease."
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