I went back to the washroom and washed my hands. The reflection in the mirror was pale, like a paper doll, with red and swollen needle marks all over the back of my right hand. Just looking at it made me shudder.,Over almost a decade, he gradually adapted to this painful life. He got used to taking the crowded subway during rush hour to work, was accustomed to the smell of disinfectant in the hospital, and even took medical bills for granted. He also slowly became indifferent to his own life and death.,Lu Buyi could no longer afford the expensive anti-cancer drugs, and the cancer cells had long spread. Last month, a quack doctor even recommended he try some ancestral ash water, which almost made him furious.。