It was nearly eleven at night when Yan Feifan returned home. As soon as he stepped inside, he couldn't help but twitch his nose.
"Sis, were you eating durian in the living room again!"
"No, I wasn't!"
Yan Ziruo, who was half-lying on the sofa watching TV, pointed to the trash can by the coffee table and retorted loudly, "That 'little puppy nose' of yours is just smelling the durian shells I threw in the trash."
She immediately followed up, "Does that Yao Yiyi really have a brain tumor?"
Yan Feifan grunted in affirmation. "We can confirm it's a brain tumor, most likely a benign meningioma."
"She's been admitted to the neurosurgery department. We'll have a definitive confirmation after further tests tomorrow."
Yan Ziruo said sympathetically, "How pitiful. She's only twenty-four or twenty-five and she already has a brain tumor."
"Hey, Feifan, I'm starting to think you have the makings of a jinx."
