They’re Waiting for Me to Die, So I’ll Turn Hanshui Upside Down

“Beep, beep, beep, ”

The monotonous electronic pulse sounded again and again in the VIP ward.

Gu Zhengguo opened his eyes.

The ceiling light was dim, casting a yellowish glow on the white walls. The sharp smell of disinfectant and glucose filled his nose, and the air felt cold.

He flexed his fingers.

One by one, all five curled and straightened, his knuckles cracking with a series of sharp pops.

There was no pain.

The late-stage stomach cancer that had tormented him for over half a year, the ulcerated stomach lining and the bloody taste that had surged up night after night, was gone. Completely gone. Warmth coursed through his limbs. His muscles were firm, and his breathing was steady and deep.

This was the body he had at forty.

The memories came flooding back.