Bai Gezhuang New Village District, Building 89.
In the master bedroom of Room 101, on the hardwood bed.
Sun Xiaobao's thin body is curled up under the quilt, sweating from the pain on his forehead.
The piercing, bone-eroding pain is frantically ravaging his willpower.
Yet he still grits his teeth and clenches, treating the pain pump attached to him as nothing but a decoration.
The pain pump he's attached to costs over 800 yuan each, and usually can only last 3 to 4 days.
Now this one is used up, and Sun Xiaobao knows that he doesn't have much time left.
So he couldn't bear to replace it, not wanting to waste the money.
It's not that he values money over life, it's just a habit of frugality formed over many years.
The pain of losing a wife, a son, a grandchild, the sorrow of the mortal world he has experienced too much, and he is used to it.
This bit of physical pain is something he can grit his teeth through, and once used to it, it doesn't hurt anymore.
