Reborn as a Cancer Cell, I Must Save My 93-Year-Old Host First

An old man was diagnosed with cancer. The doctor sighed. "You don't have much time left."

The old man's heart sank. He thought his time was up.

Then the doctor said, "I meant the cancer cells don't have much time left."

In his previous life, Cheng Ye was a corporate drone in risk management. He woke up as that unlucky cancer cell.

His Host, Gu Haisheng, was ninety-three years old.

He should have started multiplying without limit and risen to the pinnacle of cancerous life.

But the cruel reality before him was that cancer cells needed more than a decade to fully develop.

And the landlord of this dilapidated building was riddled with cardiovascular diseases. There was no telling if he could even hold out that long.

Immune cells were like property security guards, sweeping up abnormal cells everywhere;

Outside, a pack of fiercely competitive wild cancer cells focused only on expanding madly, without caring whether the whole building would collapse.

Expand? Too risky. Give up and slack off? The immune system would raid and clear him out.

Don't get the wrong idea. I don't want to save the old man.

If the landlord dies, I'll die right along with him!