After chatting about some past events, the old man got tired and gradually fell asleep, and Zheng Linshou sighed with his cane and left the ward.
It was like two old friends who hadn't seen each other for a long time casually chatted and then left each other indifferently, although there's a high probability they would never meet again.
Zheng Linshou knew that the other party was a stubborn yet proud person. It was one thing for younger generations, but if people of the same generation stayed with him, he would actually see it as belittling him.
The other showed a very carefree attitude towards death.
"After all, humans, if they have never seen immortality, can willingly accept death, right?" Zheng Linshou sighed, perhaps he should regret having remembered that piece of memory again.
After leaving the ward, he saw some professors and scholars in the corridor visiting and exchanging conversations.
