There was shattered glass all around, a careless step could cut through the skin.
Thankfully, there were no injuries yet.
"Sir, sir," the servant fretted.
Gu Shaocheng shook his head, "I’m fine, first help the cabinet back up."
The servant, in a fluster, carefully lifted the liquor cabinet. It took a full two minutes before she managed to set it upright. Gu Shaocheng lay there, resembling a person with lower body paralysis.
Even the strongest of n couldn’t maintain their composure in the face of such a sudden attack. He suppressed his inner turmoil and fear with great effort and, with the aid of the servant, crawled up using one side of his body and hopped over to sit on the sofa.
"You go clean up the broken glass," Gu Shaocheng said, pressing his temple and emphasizing sternly again, "About tonight, you must not ntion it to anyone, especially not to Chenxing."
The servant thought to herself that perhaps the sir was concerned about losing face, so she cautiously nodded and asked, "Sir, are you hurt? Should I call a doctor?"
Gu Shaocheng glanced at her, and the servant promptly knew to clean up the broken glass.
Gu Shaocheng closed his eyes, "Go to the bedroom upstairs and bring my phone."
The person who took the phone dialed a number, their tone strived to remain calm, "Tian Buyu, co here for a mont."
"No, it’s who’s injured." Then, he hung up the phone and sat quietly on the sofa.
However, by the ti Tian Buyu arrived, he was already moving freely.
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"Sir?"
In Tian Buyu’s office, Gu Shaocheng’s face was unusually pale, and his mood particularly heavy, "Will this condition continue forever?" Would he one day suddenly beco paralyzed and no longer be able to walk freely?
Tian Buyu couldn’t bear to look.
"ALS progresses slowly, typically with an average natural course of about 3 years. Those who progress rapidly may die within a year of onset, while slower cases can last about 10 years. Sir, your symptoms have beco more prominent recently, which indicates the onset of neuronal degeneration and eventual complete death."
"Enough." He didn’t want to hear anymore.
His hands clenched tightly on the armrests, not knowing how much restraint it took to contain his outburst.
"So I can only watch helplessly as my neurons and muscles die off bit by bit, right?" The mont he looked up, the fear he desperately tried to conceal still leaked a trace through his eyes.
Was this truly the end for Gu Shaocheng?
No!
He couldn’t accept it!
The fear was overwhelming! Even a bullet killing him instantly was less terrifying than slowly losing control of his own body! It was a psychological tornt and torture!
He forcefully kicked the leg of the table, "Isn’t there any progress in the research yet?"
He felt he couldn’t wait any longer; he thought he’d go insane from the torture before they could co up with a concrete plan!
Speaking of the research progress, Tian Buyu’s eyes burned with intensity, "Sir, we are currently exploring a stem cell therapy technique, which could potentially overco ALS. The specific process involves cultivating cloned embryos from the patient’s somatic cells, extracting stem cells from these embryos, and then implanting these stem cells into the patient early in the disease progression. We’ve already treated five patients this way, and we’re still observing the effectiveness."
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