I’d just received a severance payout worth twice my annual salary when a checkup revealed late-stage breast cancer with metastases throughout my body!
The next second, the [Human Body Function Simulator] bound to me, and a cold panel appeared:
Remaining lifespan: 72 hours!
Other people with terminal illnesses cry and wail. Me? I’m clocking in as the project manager for my cancer treatment!
Staying up late, anxiety, and greasy, salty food are all carcinogens?
Fine, I’ll make changes immediately! I’ll schedule everything in Excel, control my diet, fix my sleep routine, and keep my mind steady!
Reckless behavior shortens my lifespan, while discipline extends it!
A happy mood adds one hour to my lifespan; keeping to a proper schedule improves my bodily functions and suppresses the tumor by 5%!
HER2-positive? Get me targeted therapy!
The doctors shake their heads? I’ll use discipline and a positive attitude to prove them wrong!
From a 72-hour countdown to a comeback and clinical cure!
Who says late-stage cancer is always fatal? I’m here to prove that medical miracles are possible.
