What's wrong with this lawyer?!-Chapter 1035 - 335: The Oncology Department’s Hereditary Patient_2

Chapter 1035 -335: The Oncology Department’s Hereditary Patient_2

As he spoke, Tang Fangjing inexplicably developed an illusion: Do you think I might someday become the legacy of the Oncology Department at Handong Provincial People’s Hospital?

Picture Old Chen with his greying hair about to retire, calling over a vigorous and energetic deputy director and patting them on the shoulder, saying, “This is the best patient in our department. After my retirement, I’ll leave him under your care.”

The image is so surreal that I really can’t imagine it.

How about setting a small goal first—live for a billion years? Become the living fossil of the Oncology Department?

He shook his head, dismissing these absurd thoughts; at least there’s a high probability that he can outlast Old Guo.

When the time comes, if I show up at Old Guo’s funeral feast, you think that might be the pride of Old Guo’s entire life?

The oncologist who managed to treat a terminal cancer patient to the extent that he could attend his own funeral—bet even Old Guo down below would smile and slap the coffin lid.

Then Tang Fangjing shifted his thoughts to Old Zhou and the classic case he’s obsessed with.

Maybe I should persuade Old Zhou. He could have his son study law and eventually enter the Guangming District Court as a civil judge. By then, I could pass a classic case on to his son.

Round off the numbers, and that’s almost like giving it to Old Zhou himself…

I don’t know what’s going on with me today, constantly imagining these nonsensical things. I’d better check my brain first. Every time I leave the psychiatric ward, I always feel much more “lively.”

He made his way to the psychiatric ward, only to find Liu Binxin sitting there alone after entering.

“Hey, Dr. Liu, where are the others? Your teacher? And those old folks…”

Liu Binxin glanced at Tang Fangjing and said, “They… they didn’t come. They all went to other hospitals for treatment.”

“Ah? No way, I don’t think I said anything upsetting. How did… I hope everyone’s all right. Shall we begin?”

Old Liu nodded with a “warrior marching to his death” expression and said, “Let’s start!”

“Director Tang, you mentioned last time that you can perform mind reading, right? I still believe that it’s not a skill granted by some so-called system, but rather a capability you’ve developed over years of litigation as a seasoned lawyer—an ability to observe and interpret subtle cues.”

“It’s just that this ability to read cues is exceptionally strong, which makes it look almost like mind reading. So today, we’ll conduct another experiment. Lawyer Tang, can you guess what I’m thinking right now?”

Tang Fangjing instantly activated his “skill” and then chuckled: “Dr. Liu, right now you’re trying to force yourself to think about storylines like ‘Don’t underestimate the young and poor’ and ‘The great path has been obliterated,’ and wondering how on earth I’d manage to guess that.”

Dr. Liu froze instantly. At this moment, Tang Fangjing didn’t even use his “skill” but could see from Liu’s eyes that there was a mix of three parts dazed, three parts befuddled, and four parts incredulous.

It was, unmistakably, a classic “pie chart stare.”

Right now, Dr. Liu’s face showed outright fear!

No way, could there really be a system? But how could that be? This thing is clearly a fabrication of online novel authors!

Is there even science left? Who am I? What am I even doing here!

How did Tang Fangjing guess what I was thinking? Did I accidentally give it away?

The system is fake, psychology is fake—it’s all fake! There’s no way anything’s wrong with me. Haha, I’m not crazy…

“Dr. Liu, Dr. Liu?” Tang Fangjing waved his hand twice in front of Liu’s face, finally snapping him out of his daze.

“Dr. Liu, are you okay? Why do I feel like your mental state isn’t quite normal? Come, follow me: deep breath, inhale slowly, exhale…”

“Old Liu, sit tight first. There’s something a bit off with you. Let me talk to you properly…”

Half an hour later, Tang Fangjing left, feeling thoroughly pleased, leaving Liu seated, inhaling and exhaling, adjusting his state.

Why do I keep feeling like I might have psychological issues myself?

Meanwhile, Tang Fangjing stood at the hospital entrance, calling for a taxi, thinking to himself: This isn’t right. The psychiatrists in this hospital seem a bit off—why does it feel like I’m the only normal person in this world?

Forget it. My mental state is definitely fine. The system is absolutely real; it’s just that nobody believes me.

With that thought, he returned to his law firm. As soon as he entered his office, he saw Wang Qingqing and Old Wang staring at him.

“Tang, don’t lie to us. How serious is your condition exactly?” Wang Qingqing asked solemnly, her delicate face filled with worry.

Tang Fangjing’s mental state hadn’t quite adjusted yet, and he replied casually, “Well, I should at least be able to outlast Old Guo in the Oncology Department…”

This time, it was Wang and his niece’s turn to be utterly baffled.

Seeing their puzzled and wide-eyed expressions, Tang Fangjing took out his examination report and said, “Same as before—a slight increase in brain metastases, but nothing serious.”

While Tang Fangjing was trying his best to explain what he meant by “outlasting Old Guo in the Oncology Department,” over in Ningtang County, Hanbei Province, fifty-five-year-old Lu Jianshe was sobbing into the phone.

“Xiaofeng, Uncle really has no other choice. Today your brother smashed up everything at home again. I know he’s bitter, but I just can’t deal with it…”

On the other end of the call, Lu Feng, Senior Disciple of Wang Jing, responded, “Uncle, don’t worry. I’ve already talked to a friend and explained your situation to her—she’s a lawyer. Wait for news; she’ll get back to you soon.”

Lu Jianshe wiped away his tears and nodded weakly. A man in his fifties, already looking old past his years, resembling someone in his seventies.

After hanging up, Lu Feng turned to Wang Jing: “Junior, I’m calling you Junior Sister now. Do you have any good ideas?”