After the Countdown to Stomach Cancer, My Whole Family Chased Me to the Crematorium

When my parents hung up the phone for the 99th time, I walked into the household registration office with the cancer diagnosis report. "Hello, I want to cancel my household registration in advance." Ten minutes later, my parents hurried over with their adopted sister. The policeman's father gave me a slap in the face when he entered the door: "You're wasting police force just to compete with your sister, and your book will end up in the dog's belly!"