Zhang Run's ex-wife, Luo Di, was forty-one years old. Aside from being noticeably thin, she was in good spirits.
Her eyes were bright. Though she wore no makeup, her hair was tidy and her clothes were appropriate. She had kept herself looking very put-together.
Her physical condition was also decent. She walked with a steady gait, not so weak and sickly that she needed someone to support her.
This made Yan Feifan nod to himself.
He'd seen plenty of patients at the hospital who, upon hearing they had been diagnosed with a malignant cancer, would immediately fall apart.
It was like someone had flipped their power switch off. Suddenly, they couldn't walk and even needed to be fed.
Their spirit had collapsed long before the disease could crush them.
Yan Feifan knew that patients whose spirits had broken like this would never outlive the average survival period.
