His palm was covered in scratches from his fingernails, and the cold water stung as it washed over them. But for someone who had grown accustomed to cancer pain, this didn't feel like much. He had long since become numb to pain.,In the last stretch of his life, he would spend his time in a school dormitory.,In just half an hour, the bustling streets had emptied out. The small shops along the street were all closed, and there was not a single person in sight on the usually lively night market.。