Now That's an Artist

“Doctor, just tell me honestly. How much time do I have left?” “Your pulmonary fibrosis is at an advanced stage. With medication to slow its progression, you probably have about six months.” “Thank you, Doctor. I understand.” “Mr. Lin, there is still a chance to treat your condition. Please don't give up.” Lin Fanyu walked out of the hospital with his test results in hand. He looked at the entrance to the clinic building, then turned his gaze to the setting sun shining on its facade. “So this is the sunset of my life. Cough, cough!” Lin Fanyu gazed at the sinking sun with world-weary eyes and murmured in a faintly despairing voice. “May 27, 2009. Ding! The Tangerine Entertainment System is at your service.”