Zhu Fanmin left without saying anything.
His receding figure looked much more hunched than before, no longer as tall and straight.
When Du Heng went to work the next day, he was still thinking about Zhu Fanmin's departure.
Du Heng knew Zhu Minyan's family. They weren't wealthy but had enough to eat and drink, probably with tens of thousands in savings. With a relative like Secretary Zhu Fanmin, an influential figure, and Zhu Minyan herself admitted to Qingbei University, her family lived quite comfortably and with a great deal of prestige.
But now, this illness, malignant lymphoma, was likely to drain their entire family's finances, perhaps even those of their relatives.
Even if they could get reimbursement, it would probably be more than their family could bear.
Chemotherapy isn't something a farmer's family can afford.
It was truly a case of twenty years of painstaking effort, all for nothing—back to where they started.
