Inside Grandpa Tuo's free hospital, a dilapidated three-story building.
Liu Di had just finished delivering the medical equipment and stood quietly.
On the battered sofa, Grandpa Tuo cradled half a bottle of Erguotou in his arms. His face was already flushed red, and he was lightheaded with drink.
This slovenly old man, who seemed to have quite a story behind him.
Was not only Liu Di's savior, but also the only person Liu Di had ever sincerely admired in the first half of his life.
He possessed great love in his heart, yet never fought with the world.
"Grandpa Tuo, I truly don't understand how to remain as calm as you are."
Liu Di suddenly asked.
"Hm?"
Grandpa Tuo opened one eye halfway and shot him a sidelong glance. "Little Liu Di, did someone give you a hard time out there, or did you get abused?"
Liu Di smiled faintly. "I'm just a little confused."
"Sigh."
"When people live their lives, human relationships and worldly affairs are the hardest things to reason through. Once you really break everything down and argue the logic, it's like liquor and water have been separated—bland and tasteless."
"You just worry about too much and trap yourself in it!"
"Grandpa Tuo here is old and frail, so naturally I have a steady temperament. But you're still young. You should dare to fight and strive. Once you let out that fire in your heart, you'll naturally feel better."
"How could I dare?" Liu Di shook his head slightly.
"You don't dare?"
Grandpa Tuo burst into laughter and took a swig of Erguotou. "Over the past three years, you endured the aftereffects of Level 9 pain, went to work three jobs at restaurants, and still came back smiling to take care of the child."
"Others may not