He had managed to hold on until now just by sheer willpower.
He always said that his family was not large, and he didn't have many relatives.
If he left, and his kid came back one day and saw nothing, how sad would that be?
Back in the day, I, Old Chen, was also a tough guy who carried a gun. I wasn't afraid of gunfire. If I said I wouldn't die, I wouldn't die.
Even the Grim Reaper is afraid of me.
Everyone hoped that this stubborn old man's dream would come true.
But time is the most merciless dull knife in the world. No one can resist it.
Even the toughest old man, who had persisted year after year and escaped death time and again, would eventually have to admit defeat.
His wish became more and more unlikely to be fulfilled.
Now he was finally forced to give up.
Harrison Clark swallowed and asked, "Is Moor Clark inside? How is he doing now?"
The doctor looked at him with slight surprise, "You are...?"
"I am his grandson, Harrison Clark."
Everyone: "What!"
