"Is what I need the reimbursent for a year-long gym mbership?"
Ning Shisan just felt the veins on his forehead throbbing.
"For whatever reason, I hope to expedite things. Even if you’re thinking about ’raising soldiers for a thousand days’... I might not have the patience," he said with a dark expression.
[It’s not that you don’t have the patience, it’s that you feel you don’t have the ti anymore, right?]
Ning Shisan was stunned for a mont.
[Pancreatic cancer is indeed a rather troubleso issue...]
Did he... really know?
Ning Shisan’s eyes widened, and he quickly realized that the other party had previously hacked into his laptop...
"Did you look at my dical records?"
[Yeah! I saw it by accident, but I usually respect other people’s privacy.]
Do you, a guy who casually rifles through other people’s computer files, have any right to talk to about respecting privacy?!
In the end, Ning Shisan just sighed helplessly.
"Now that you know, you should understand how precious ti is to ."
[Heh! Don’t worry, I’m more anxious about cherishing ti than you are.
But why don’t you try to seek treatnt? With your current condition, it’s not entirely hopeless.]
"It’s too expensive, the success rate is too low. Compared to dying on the operating table, there are more important things I want to do, moreover..."
Ning Shisan’s expression beca complicated.
[Moreover, do you feel that this is also a kind of relief?]
Ning Shisan: "..."
[Ha! As soone with a strong will to live, I really can’t stand people like you who still have a chance but are hell-bent on dying.
However, fortunately, as a high-risk task tool, your readiness to face death is quite comndable...]
Ning Shisan: "..."
[Alright, that’s it for now. Take so ti to exercise more, keep in good spirits, at least make it to the next episode.
By the way, our company’s employee benefits are actually pretty decent.
If you beco a regular employee, treating a re cancer should be no problem, and... it’s publicly reimbursed~]
Staring at the disconnected communication, Ning Shisan stood dumbfounded for a long ti...
...
"Uncle, are you preoccupied?"
"Ah? Am I?"
"Then why are you eating celery, which you usually hate the most?"
The girl in the wheelchair pointed out helplessly.
"Uh..."
It was then that Ning Shisan realized, and hurriedly spat out the celery he had eaten.
"Cough! Maybe I didn’t sleep well last night, got a bit distracted," he said with a cough to cover up.
"Oh, but you seem to have been absent-minded often since you returned from your last business trip," Wuyue added more food to his plate with chopsticks.
Well... just feeling a bit of loss and gain...
Ning Shisan looked at the girl in the wheelchair, hesitated for a mont, and decided to speak.
"Actually, on this business trip, I ca across a dical institution that reportedly developed a very mature set of chanical Prosthetics..."
"chanical Prosthetics? I’ve seen them on TV, but they’re so ugly and inconvenient. Why would you want sothing like that?
Uncle, do you think I’m a burden to you?"
Wuyue looked at him pitifully.
"No, not at all! I..." Ning Shisan hurried to explain, but was imdiately interrupted.
"As long as that’s not the case, I think it’s fine the way it is now. Don’t let others talk you into spending money carelessly. You always do this.
Although your salary is decent, uncle, we should also try to save more money now.
That way, when you retire, we can move to a more remote city to live.
I think the Northeast is nice, with clear distinctions between the four seasons, snow in winter, and heating in the rooms. I know you hate the cold, hehe...
Oh yes! I heard that property prices are low in He Gang, and the cost of living is low too. If we save on our pensions..."
Watching the girl in the wheelchair plan their future retirent life with a face full of longing, a bitter smile and lancholy flashed through Ning Shisan’s eyes.
Yet he still pretended to be very interested.
Just listening quietly...
...
"Fate cuts the thinnest rope, and misfortune always finds the most distressed people..."
Eavesdropping for a while on their conversation, ng Lang, who "heavily respects others’ privacy," couldn’t help but sigh.
A tool remains a tool.
But this is certainly a tool with a very rich backstory.
He was saddled with a disabled orphan whose parents died because of him...
He thought he was miserable enough in ’Les Miserables’, but he realized he was still inexperienced.
This mix of guilt and attachnt in this family drama...
Who knows what the ending will be.
Hmm... If not for this little butterfly of mine, it would probably end in the kind of tragic, tear-jerking drama that makes young girls cry...
"Tap tap tap~"
Just then, the sound of light footsteps from high heels ca from outside the door.
ng Lang’s eyes brightened, and he quickly took two steps at a ti and rushed to open the door.
"Click~"
Just as Lin Haitang was about to open the door, she turned around in astonishnt.
"Yo! Lawyer Lin, what a coincidence, long ti no see!"
He grinned, emphasizing the words "long ti no see."
"Ahem! Yes, I’ve been rather busy these days."
Lin Haitang hurriedly opened the door, wanting to slip away.
Unexpectedly, ng Lang followed in unceremoniously.
"You..."
"It’s alti, isn’t it? I ca to mooch off your al, any problem with that?"
"It’s only this ti, who cos to eat this early!"
"Eh? Didn’t Xiao Yu tell you that she’s on duty and it will be late today, so she asked you to co back and cook?"
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