"Perhaps from tomorrow, I'll be breathing very, very heavily! I know it's a necessary path. But now I'm very happy, very content!"
Laughters spilled through her door. A window open towards the west greeted the afternoon sunshine. The light wandered freely, passing every corner of her hospital chamber. Chong-Lan, checked in again into Lotus du Coeur Hospice, liked to open her window and draw away the curtain, so she could enjoy the soothing wind, so she could savor the delicious food to her heart's delight, and so she could be nutured by love and warmth from people surrounding her.
By the end of the sentence, her throat had suddenly tightened up, again Chong-Lan had to fight with her only weapon - coughing - against the lymph liquid that sprawled over her lung. Seemingly, she had exhasted all the strength she could garner. Bean-size sweats permeated through her hair. At the next second, however, her twisted eyebrow would loosen up into a full blossom and she was again the joyful girl who loved to share her life stories with voluteers and told jokes as if she had settled beyond life-and-death worries.
Besides the constant and severe pain transmitted all the way up from her leg, she had to, with great efforts, deal with the feeling that she was gradually losing her strength. "Staying in Lotus du Coeur is nothing but relaxing and pleasant. It's an 'easy job' for which I don't need to punch cards and work but still get paid, not like the docs and the nurses who have to work so hard!" Chong-Lan's words always came as a surprise and made people laugh.
After loosing her health and her love, Chong-Lan felt that she had actually gained more.
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