C119 The Feeling of Approaching Death

In the cool gray and blue bedroom a yellow light was on at the head of the bed.

Chen Huaiyu held a pen and paper in his hand. He lit the incense on the table to calm his mind. After gently waving it in the air, he started to talk to Mu Zhanchen, who was lying on the bed with his eyes closed.

"Now, relax. Imagine a door in front of you. When you push it open