Coming out of the examination room, the two walked down the hospital corridor. Before long, cries of grief echoed from a nearby ward.
Jian Yufei looked towards the ward in confusion.
She saw a woman lying on the bed, her eyes closed, face stiff and pale, seemingly already dead.
And a man, perhaps her husband, was holding her body and crying painfully.
The man cried sorrowfully, saying many things.
Nothing more than lamentations like, "What will I do alone now that you've left?"
Jian Yufei stared at them in a daze, and there were also a few other patients watching at the door.
"What illness did she die from?" someone asked softly.
"I heard it was leukemia, even after half a year of treatment, it was no use, and she still died."
Upon hearing the word 'leukemia,' Jian Yufei's mind buzzed, and her head spun slightly.
