Am I a crispy college student? The whole internet says that I'm hard to kill!-Chapter 578 - 577: It’s Hard to Explain in a Few Words

Wu Bin found himself at a loss for words, unsure whether he should answer the question or not.

With his current disheveled state and a pile of matters to handle, if he fell ill again—

Wouldn't that mean all the work he had would be put on hold once more?

Moreover—

Falling ill truly is an agonizing ordeal!

Yet, the doctor before him, animated with excitement, stared intently at Wu Bin, oblivious to the slight oddness of the situation.

He was just waiting for Wu Bin's consent.

Wu Bin's frown deepened, his face clouded with worry.

After a moment of silence, the doctor asked with a pang of guilt, "Do you think I'm being too unreasonable?"

He forced a smile.

The main reason was that he had been immersed in researching a certain medical technique recently.

But thus far, there has been absolutely no progress in that field.

It could be said that globally there were very few cases.

Once patients were afflicted with this disease, they began losing the ability to care for themselves.

Furthermore.

He discovered that although there had been very few cases around the world, inexplicably, the number of patients had been increasing over the last year.

The crux of the issue was that no cure had been found, and there was no way to alleviate the condition.

Those people could only watch, wide-eyed, as their bodies gradually stiffened to the point of immobility, even speaking became a tremendous struggle.

Yet, their consciousness remained exceptionally lucid.

They were constantly tormented with the knowledge that, in a country where euthanasia is not an option, their situation was one of excruciating despair.

That's why this medical professor made such an outrageous request to Wu Bin.

He knew it was somewhat immoral to say this, but he had noticed that Wu Bin's physique was quite unique.

No matter what ailment Wu Bin contracted.

After all, he could make a full recovery in just a month's time!

Crucially, he had also provided all sorts of assistance—up to now, there had been about twenty difficult diseases, for which they had found cures with Wu Bin's help.

Originally.

Diseases that might have cost millions to treat, after Wu Bin had suffered from a serious illness, might be resolved with just a hundred or two hundred thousand.

Wu Bin did not answer his question but instead asked out of curiosity, "I'm quite curious, what exactly is this disease you're talking about?"

"Amyotrophic Lateral Sclerosis (ALS)."

Hearing this name, Wu Bin felt a tinge of fear.

Wu Bin coughed twice.

His eyes involuntarily widened, truly bewildered by the words coming from the professor's mouth.

ALS?

Wu Bin's lips twitched slightly, his anxiety evident.

"Do you mean you hope that I contract ALS?" Wu Bin asked as if setting a trap for him.

The doctor thought for a moment, then shook his head and said.

"Actually, I don't wish for you to get ALS. It's just that you have a very special body, especially with the great contributions you've made to the hospital over the years—I'm aware of all that and am extremely grateful."

"It's just that in the past two years, more and more cases of ALS have been discovered, yet our country as well as foreign countries, have actually not found a real cure for them. And after contracting this disease, the body gradually stiffens."

"In the end, even though the mind is clear, the body—"

Yet unable to give any reaction!

"The key point is that treating this illness is really like an bottomless pit; it requires so much money."

He's making such an unreasonable demand merely because he wants to help those people.

Wu Bin knows his heart is in the right place.

Wu Bin doesn't mean to blame him, either.

"I understand."

Wu Bin says with a profound look: "If possible, then I will pray to the Buddha that next time I fall ill, let it be ALS. If it can help those in need, I am willing!"

"However, right now in front of you, I have no certain way to tell you that I will definitely fall ill with ALS. After all, my body is indeed somewhat different from everyone else's."

Wu Bin really can't give a definite answer right away.

Even when hearing this, the professor in front of him was still overwhelmingly excited, bowing deeply to Wu Bin.

Faced with his gesture, Wu Bin was shocked.

Wu Bin became a little flustered.

"No no no!"

He really couldn't bear it.

Wu Bin says, "I can only help where I can, and as for the rest—it's obvious that I'm helpless! I hope you can understand!" Wu Bin made his stance clear from the get-go, hoping to prepare the other party mentally.

How could this professor not understand Wu Bin's intention?

He, who understood Wu Bin's words, silently nodded.

He said, "Your mere agreement is already very good; I am extremely grateful to you!"

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"So, regarding your actions right now, I feel it's completely necessary to bow to you on behalf of the other patients!"

Wu Bin is selflessly dedicated.

Nevertheless, Wu Bin has his concerns.

"Don't you worry that, by saying such things, people on the internet will blame you for everything? If they really blame you, have you thought about what you would do?"

The online public opinion is terrifying.

Those people are like madmen, completely insane.

They act like lunatics, cursing and swearing at the drop of a hat.

The professor, upon hearing these words, paused slightly.

After pondering for a while, the professor earnestly said, "I understand what you mean, but there are so many patients with this disease now. If I do nothing, I really can't bring myself to do that!"

"I really want to see their conditions slowly improve, not gradually worsen—"

Because he knows how painful the things they're going through now are, the professor thought of this method.

He knows such behavior is inappropriate.

But it's only after he was driven to a dead end and really had no other choice that he resorted to this.

Wu Bin instantly understood his bitter sincerity.

"I got it, but you should be more careful regarding those rumors on the internet later on; they might deliberately target you," Wu Bin reminded him, mainly worried that the professor might fall into agony because of the online rumors.

The professor had long been mentally prepared.

He said, undisturbed.

"That's just a small matter; for me, there's really nothing to be afraid of."

"If their insane insults can save one ALS patient, that is clearly a good thing for me!"

The professor's face was filled with a naive, honest smile.

Even though he had already prepared himself mentally from the start, his hands trembled slightly as he answered Wu Bin's questions.

He was clearly afraid, yet he still earnestly told Wu Bin that no matter what, he would grit his teeth and persevere.