As he spoke, Tang Fangjing inexplicably developed an illusion: Do you think I might someday become the legacy of the Oncology Department at Handong Provincial People's Hospital?
Picture Old Chen with his greying hair about to retire, calling over a vigorous and energetic deputy director and patting them on the shoulder, saying, "This is the best patient in our department. After my retirement, I'll leave him under your care."
The image is so surreal that I really can't imagine it.
How about setting a small goal first—live for a billion years? Become the living fossil of the Oncology Department?
He shook his head, dismissing these absurd thoughts; at least there's a high probability that he can outlast Old Guo.
When the time comes, if I show up at Old Guo's funeral feast, you think that might be the pride of Old Guo's entire life?
