National Breakout: My firearms proficiency is at full level

Chapter 590 My name is Han Ji

My name is Han Ji.

Born in an ordinary family in Fengxi City, he once had an ordinary and happy life.

My parents are loving and take great care of me. Although our family is not rich, it is full of warmth.

When I was a child, I ran around in the sunshine like other children and fantasized about the endless possibilities of the future.

The misfortune came without warning when I was 10 years old.

……

On a sunny afternoon, the playground was filled with laughter. My friends and I were playing the game of crocodile catching people, when suddenly my feet seemed to be tripped by something and I fell forward!

"Ouch!"

I fell heavily to the ground, my knees and palms were scraped and the skin was burning.

"Han Ji, what's wrong with you? Next time I won't catch you. I'll catch the big guy first." My good friend Li Ming ran over, helped me up, and asked with concern.

I scratched my head awkwardly and muttered, "Maybe I ran too fast. Humph, you can't catch me at all."

I thought it was just an ordinary fall, but in the following days, such incidents became more and more frequent.

Once, when I was walking up the stairs, my legs suddenly went weak and I stumbled and almost fell down.

When I got home, my mother saw that I was covered in dust and had new scratches, and her face was full of heartache.

"Han Ji, what's wrong with you lately? You keep falling down."

"I don't know." I lowered my head, unable to find the reason.

"Be more careful next time and don't run around after class."

My mother sighed softly, dipped a cotton swab in mercurochrome, and applied it to my wound.

However, the situation did not improve, but became worse.

One day, I found it extremely difficult to even stand up from a chair. I was out of breath after walking a few steps, and my legs felt as heavy as if they were filled with lead.

"There's something wrong with the child. Let's go to the hospital tomorrow." My father noticed something strange about me. He frowned and looked serious.

I started to worry, too, after all I was still so young. But thinking that I didn't have to go to school tomorrow, I was secretly glad.

In the hospital, the white walls and the smell of disinfectant made me inexplicably nervous. After a series of examinations, the doctor called my parents into the office with a serious face.

I sat alone on the bench in the corridor, feeling very nervous.

Li Ming should be in Chinese class at this time. Today he has to recite the ancient poem "Remembering My Brothers in Shandong on the Ninth Day of the Ninth Month".

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Being a stranger in a foreign land, I miss my family even more during the festive season. I know from afar that when my brothers climbed to a high place, there was only one less person planting dogwood trees.

It’s a bit of a pity. Normally, I hope the teacher can pick me to recite the ancient poems I can recite.

After a long time, my parents came out. My mother's eyes were red and my father's face looked heavy.

"Dad, Mom, what's wrong with me?" I asked nervously, my heart beating faster than when I was playing the alligator game and escaping.

"Son, you have ALS." My father spoke with difficulty. I was still young and didn't know the weight of these three words.

"What is ALS?" I asked curiously, but my mother started crying again and buried her head in my father's arms.

Later, I understood what ALS meant.

Those three words were like a heavy hammer, hitting me hard in the long river of life and causing my world to collapse in an instant.

……

The sunlight shines through the mottled leaves, casting patches of golden light and shadows. The sand pit next to the playground is my most familiar paradise.

My friends and I chased each other around the equipment, sweating profusely, and our hearty laughter seemed to still echo in my ears.

"Han Ji, come and catch me!" my good friend Li Ming shouted at me. I gathered all my strength, sprinted forward and shouted, "Rocket Head Hammer!"

At that time, the world seemed to be at my feet, full of endless possibilities.

But fate suddenly took a sharp turn. Since then, life has seemed to fall into an endless quagmire, and the more I struggle, the deeper I sink...

My health is getting worse day by day. My muscles seem to have lost their strength and become weak.

I had to make that difficult decision - to say goodbye to school and the group of friends who had laughed and played with me.

"Are you really leaving?" When Li Ming heard the news about me, his eyes turned red and his voice was choked with sobs.

We are best friends, and once we both become crocodiles, the game will be over for us.

After I left, Li Ming also lost his best partner.

"It's okay. I'll come back when I get better."

I patted his shoulder in a heroic manner, but as soon as the words came out, I knew in my heart that I didn't know when this promise would be fulfilled.

The moment I turned around and left, I seemed to hear the sound of my own heartbreaking. The scene of running on the playground was still vivid in my mind. But now I was trapped in this small, dim room, looking at the outside world through the small window.

Outside the window, children five or six years younger than me were laughing and playing downstairs in the community. Their happiness was so simple and pure, but my heart was filled with bitterness.

I used to be the same as them, but now I am completely cut off from that happiness.

As my condition worsened, the wheelchair became my only support. I could no longer move freely like a normal person, and things like dressing and washing, which used to be so simple, now required help from others.

My mother would get up early every day and come to my room. Her movements were always so gentle, as if she was taking care of me when I was a baby.

"Han Ji, come on, lift your arm first."

As my mother spoke, she carefully helped me put on my clothes. Her eyes were full of distress, and I tried to force a smile, not wanting to make her worry too much.

When it was time to eat, my mother sat by my bed, holding a spoon, and fed me mouthful by mouthful, blowing on each mouthful to make it cool before bringing it to my mouth.

"Eat more so you can have more strength. Maybe one day a miracle will happen to you."

My mother said softly, and I nodded silently, but my throat seemed to be choked by something and I couldn't swallow.

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At night, everything was silent, with only the occasional chirping of insects outside the window. I lay alone on the bed, staring at the ceiling, tears streaming down my face.

Where is the road ahead? It is dark, with no light in sight.

I am afraid that my health will deteriorate and that I will become a permanent burden to my family.