After her leg injury healed, my girlfriend finally returned home, with her parents keeping watch day and night. But her heart condition had worsened. Each day felt like a torment—her heart rate spiked as high as 280 beats per minute, approaching the limits of human endurance.
Even more terrifying, the symptoms began to spread. Her vision gradually deteriorated, her ears rang constantly, and at times she experienced temporary deafness, unable to make a sound.
At first, her spirit remained strong. She insisted on walking to the bathroom by herself, feeling her way along the walls step by step, not wanting to trouble her mother. But her persistence only deepened her mother's heartbreak, as she often wept while supporting her.
Days later, things worsened. Blood would suddenly seep from her eyes, nose, and mouth, and she would vomit large amounts of fresh blood. The doctors were powerless, stating that modern medicine had no cure for her condition.
Fortunately, her parents were wealthy from years of business, and they spent a million dollars to import a rare, specialized heart medication from the United States. After taking it, her condition seemed to stabilize—bleeding decreased, and her heart rate gradually returned to normal.
Yet in the following nights, her mother quietly shared something even more terrifying.
My girlfriend would wake suddenly in the middle of the night, staring at the corners of the room, insisting someone was standing there. By then, her eyes were nearly blind. Her mother turned on all the lights to comfort her, but she panicked even more, shouting, "She's still there! Right under the light!"
The most unsettling detail: whenever her heart rate spiraled out of control, she could hear faint, fragmented laughter of a child by her bedside—deliberately mocking her. Her mother thought it was hallucination, but for several nights in a row, she insisted it happened at the same exact time.
She said she could feel a cold little hand pressing on her chest, crushing her heart. That oppressive sensation reminded me of the repeated chest tightness and nightmares I had experienced myself.
I began to realize—this was no ordinary illness.
Something was inside her body, gnawing away at her life.