Suddenly, a saying from a great person came to Chen Cang's mind.
Be a noble person, a pure person, a moral person, a person free from lowly interests, a person beneficial to the people.
This saying may be scoffed at by many today.
But Chen Cang clearly saw it in the elderly man before him.
Perhaps, this is someone like that.
Very simple, very pure, very noble.
In an era where writing the word "noble" is increasingly difficult, such a person is indeed rare.
For a moment, Chen Cang couldn't help but sigh.
After a while, the old man held Chen Cang's hand.
"Professor Chen, help me try to get one more year, that's enough... I don't ask for more, and besides... I'm old... and useless, just a burden."
Seeing the old man pleading like this, Chen Cang held his hands with both of his own.
The warmth could be felt even through the gauze.
"Alright!"
Upon hearing Chen Cang's promise, the old man suddenly smiled.
Chen Cang suddenly understood.
