"Take me back to the ward!"
Lin Tian ordered.
Zhao Dezhu pushed the wheelchair, left the bookstore, and headed toward the hospital.
"Your name is Zhao Dezhu?"
Lin Tian suddenly found Zhao Dezhu's name interesting!
Zhao Dezhu? Can handle anything?
Great name! Great name!
"Yeah, my dad named me that, hoping that I could handle everything in the future!"
Zhao Dezhu talked endlessly about his name.
"And the result?"
Lin Tian asked back.
"Just this afternoon, I smoked a pack of cigarettes. I realized that rather than wasting my life like this every day, I might as well do something meaningful!"
Zhao Dezhu said seriously, "Something meaningful for society, for my family, and for the people around me!"
"At least I live up to the name my dad gave me. I've lived over twenty years, not only failing to make the old man happy but also making him worry about me every day!"
"That's not something a son or a man should do!"
Zhao Dezhu's voice grew more remorseful as he spoke.
