Type I Destructive Disorder

Outside the pediatric intensive care unit of the First Hospital in a certain city, “Angel Mom” sent her final comment, and her arm, still holding her phone, fell limply to her side.

Tears streamed from her eyes once more, unstoppable.

What was she doing? Begging for a song in a livestream? She must be losing her mind!

The sound of the ward door opening and closing echoed, and a young man in a white coat stepped out. He was “Angel Mom’s” husband, the hospital’s most renowned attending physician, Fang Cheng.

“Tingting, Yangyang has fallen asleep. You should get some rest too.”

“Angel Mom’s” real name was Liu Ting. She and Fang Cheng had known each other since their student days, and their marriage was blessed with love and happiness—until five years ago, when their daughter’s fatal illness shattered that happiness.

She turned around and, through the window, gazed at her daughter inside the ward. The frail girl hugged her angel doll, dried tears still staining the corners of her eyes, sleeping restlessly.

Seeing her daughter like this made Liu Ting’s heart ache even more.

She buried herself in her husband’s arms, sobbing uncontrollably. “Fang Cheng, did I do something wrong today...?”

Fang Cheng gently patted her shoulder. “You were indeed a bit too emotional today.”

“But Yangyang said she didn’t want treatment anymore! She said she wanted to fly to heaven soon!”

Yangyang suffered from the rare “Type I Destruction Syndrome,” a disease most prevalent in children, with violent symptoms and a high mortality rate. Difficult to diagnose, with no effective medication—had it not been for Fang Cheng’s medical family and early detection, Yangyang would not have survived her first episode five years ago.

What made it worse was the disease’s high recurrence rate. Each time it struck, even if she survived, her immune system weakened further. With every episode, her chances of survival diminished.

Brave Yangyang had fought the illness for five years, but this was the first time Liu Ting had heard her daughter speak of “death.”

Unable to accept it, she broke down, confiscated all of Yangyang’s angel toys, and even considered deleting her own online handle, “Angel Mom.”

Her daughter was a beloved little angel on earth—she could never become an angel in heaven!

When Liu Ting opened her social media app to change her cursed nickname, she was unexpectedly recommended a livestream. Normally, she would exit immediately, but her finger hovered, unable to swipe away.

She was captivated by the singing in the livestream.

The beautiful voice soothed her anxiety.

When Liu Ting finally calmed down, she regretted her impulsive actions. Yangyang was, after all, just an eight-year-old girl—how could she take her words so seriously?

Having lived in hospitals for years, Yangyang often imagined herself with wings, wings that could carry her freely through the sky.

Today’s actions surely frightened her daughter.

Desperate to make amends, Liu Ting wrote her wish in the livestream when Ji Fanxing said song requests were welcome...

She immediately realized her request was unreasonable. Livestream performances required song copyrights; if the streamer hadn’t purchased the rights, the copyright owner could pursue legal action.

She couldn’t expect someone to compose a song on the spot.

Her unstable emotions shouldn’t burden others.

Once she realized she’d been recognized, Liu Ting chose not to reply, opting to stay silent.

If all else failed, Yangyang could continue listening to “Angel’s Wings.” Despite the shameful story behind the song, it was rare to find one about wings, and as a mother, she should grant her daughter’s wish...

Unwilling to escalate matters, Liu Ting didn’t see that someone had actually started urging Ji Fanxing to compose a new song live.

At that moment, her husband’s words pushed her emotions to the brink.

“The mortality rate for Type I Destruction Syndrome is nearly absolute. Yangyang has already held on far longer than most... Maybe we should let her rest for a while…”

Fang Cheng’s words drew Liu Ting back from her thoughts; she pondered them slowly.

Only then did she realize Fang Cheng was urging her to let go.

She shoved him away. “She’s our daughter, how can you—”

Halfway through her sentence, she saw that the man, so accustomed to life and death, so strong-willed, was already crying just like her.

Five years of treatment had brought Yangyang unimaginable suffering. At such a young age, she took more pills than meals; her arms were riddled with needle marks; each attack was a brush with death.

Everyone knew Yangyang could not hold on much longer.

“Wasn’t there a case of someone living to eighteen...” Liu Ting murmured.

“That’s only a rumor...” Fang Cheng couldn’t bear to tell her the truth.

For years, they had clung to the hope of that one case of survival into adulthood, but every investigation ended in silence.

Eventually, even the initial medical papers vanished.

They had to face reality—it was likely just a fabricated story.

Children with “Type I Destruction Syndrome” simply did not live to adulthood.

“My poor daughter, she’s suffered too much!!”

Liu Ting could no longer hold back and wailed in despair.

Inside the livestream, the scrolling comments continued at a dizzying pace.

Though “Angel Mom” no longer appeared, discussion about her persisted.

Someone started a new trend, shifting the comments from ordinary song requests to something else.

[Why not fulfill that mother’s wish? Her daughter’s situation is heartbreaking.]

[But I really can’t think of a suitable song...]

[Ji Fanxing is so talented—maybe she could compose something original.]

[I support it—compose a song live!]

Suddenly, without any gimmicks from Ji Fanxing, a surge of viewers poured into the livestream.

Comments demanding Ji Fanxing compose a new song flooded the feed, drowning out previous requests and rallying more viewers to join.

[Didn’t she say any song was possible? Then composing one live shouldn’t be too much.]

[Exactly, if she can’t do it, isn’t she just fooling her fans?]

[Original! Original!]

Originally, Ji Fanxing had only agreed to take song requests, but these comments upped the ante.

Composing a song live in an online broadcast was practically fantasy.

It was obvious that someone was deliberately stirring things up.

Ji Fanxing looked at these comments and sneered inwardly.

A new “herd effect” had emerged—this time, positive comments flipped negative.

Her opponents were quick and shrewd, seizing the topic skillfully. “Angel Mom” had spent years raising awareness about “Type I Destruction Syndrome,” helping countless children and appearing in many news stories—a solid foundation with the public.

Using her message to corner Ji Fanxing was the perfect move.

This group was nothing like the trolls at the start of the stream.

They had likely been lurking in her livestream for a long time, waiting for her to slip up so they could strike.

Their aim was to destroy Ji Fanxing’s livestream.

Within seconds, Ji Fanxing analyzed the situation—if they wanted a knockout, their tricks wouldn’t end here.

But, “A song for a little girl, an inspirational song about wings.”

Was that supposed to be difficult? Who did they think they were dealing with?

As the troublemakers saw Ji Fanxing remain silent, they stirred up the comments even more.

Little did they know, she sat calmly, unperturbed.

Let them make a scene—the bigger, the better. She was just worried she didn’t have enough fans.