The Rest of My Life in the Drug Store: Ordinary People Who Mistakenly Take Terminal Illness Medical Records

Li Ping'an, 42 years old, owner of a community pharmacy, has 25 years left on his mortgage, his wife dislikes him every day, his son is third from the bottom, and his mother has a lot of problems. He had been oppressed by life for half his life and didn't even dare to take a breath - until he got the diagnosis of "advanced pancreatic cancer". He didn't cry, didn't make a fuss, and even breathed a sigh of relief. Anyway, I'm going to die soon, so I don't have to pay back the mortgage, my wife doesn't have to coax me, and my customers don't have to endure it anymore. He gives away expired medicines for free, calls the police on weird customers, wears a bright red sweatshirt and eats melon seeds in the store, and responds to everyone who asks "What's wrong with you": "You're going to die, don't mess with me." Just when he had spent all his savings, written his will, and was about to make an honorable exit, the hospital called: "Mr. Li, you got the wrong report." Li Ping'an was stunned for three days, then squatted at the door of the hospital and cried loudly. It turns out he's not sick. It turns out that he can continue to live - but this time, he doesn't want to live like before. This is a story about "after dying once, you learn how to live." When you laugh, you cry, when you cry, you laugh. If you have ever asked yourself "what is the purpose of living" late at night, this book is the answer for you.