Chapter: 5187

The driver responded, "Well, that's fine then. You smell smoke at home too, don't you? What's the difference?"

Ma Ran looked down his nose and said two words: "Dead."

The driver subconsciously asked, "What's dead?"

Ma Ran deliberately spoke loudly, "You're not asking my old folks if they smoke, right? I'm telling you they do smoke, and it killed them."

The driver's expression turned ugly in an instant, but he still managed to argue, "This young woman's way of speaking is just not pleasant. If someone dies from many causes, how do you know he died from smoking?"

"Lung cancer!" Ma Ran said with a sinister tone, "He smoked and got lung cancer, which spread to his liver, kidneys, brain, even his bones. They said the doctor said there was no cure, and he would only live for three more months. And then he died within a week. I donated his body to the medical school, allowing those students to dissect him and practice their skills. It's also a contribution to society."

As Ma Ran spoke, he sighed, "Oh, you don't know that. The professor at the medical school said my old folks' lungs were darker than coal after they smoked. When you open up the body, you can smell the stench of smoke lingering inside. It was so intense that it almost killed that old professor on the spot. They had to remove their lungs and tie them off like pig organs hanging from a tree, dripping with oil that's actually tar residue! Do you think he didn't die from smoking?"

The driver heard this and his expression looked as if he had eaten a poisonous moth, both nauseous and frightened.

Ma Ran saw the driver's expression was very difficult to look at, so he didn't bother talking anymore. Instead, he muttered to himself, "Hey, cancer cells are indeed formidable. They can keep growing and thriving even after burning up someone's lungs. It's as if they're growing on a rotten log, producing more mushrooms! There's some meaning to it."

Ma Ran said to himself, "What does this mean? Your mom is saying something like a rotten log analogy, how can someone's mouth be so evil?"

Leaf Cedar sat behind Ma Ran, feeling helpless and thinking to herself, "My mother-in-law is indeed a vengeful spirit. The old man just didn't come to pick her up, so she actually cursed him to death in front of the taxi driver, and then the medical school students even opened up his body. This mouth really has no one left."

Xiao Churan was also feeling suffocated, sitting behind Ma Ran, listening to Ma Ran curse out their father, and naturally felt uncomfortable.

However, she didn't want to blow her cover in front of the taxi driver, so she could only cough hard a few times in the back seat as a warning.

Ma Ran heard Xiao Churan's coughing and knew what it meant. However, he was still angry with Xiao Churan's father and didn't care about his daughter-in-law being present, continuing to tell the taxi driver, "Teacher, you're right. Smoking is indeed normal. Even if you develop lung cancer, that's just part of life, isn't it? You should just relax and enjoy your life."

The taxi driver looked embarrassed, stuttering, "Ah... ah... yes, smoking is indeed harmful to health. It would be best to cut back on smoking..."

Ma Ran smiled and asked the taxi driver, "Teacher, how many packs do you smoke in a day?"

The taxi driver looked awkwardly at his hands, one hand grasping the steering wheel, the other scratching his head, saying hesitantly, "Uh... it's not much... just about one pack... or maybe two..."

Ma Ran nodded and said casually, "That's about it. My old folks used to smoke half a pack before they died at age 30."

After that, she looked at the taxi driver and asked curiously, "Teacher, don't you look like you're in your mid-to-late 50s?"

The taxi driver smiled awkwardly and said, "I'm 52 already..."

"Awesome," Ma Ran said with a serious tone, "You're still going strong in your career. If you keep this up for another ten or fifteen years, you'll live longer than my late husband's double lifespan."

The taxi driver's expression had become even more difficult to look at.

Ma Ran couldn't help but feel sentimental and said, "Actually, what does it mean to live that long? My old folks passed away early, so I don't have to worry about anything. Unlike me, who has to take care of everything, sometimes I think it would be better for me to pass away too, then I could leave this world behind and find peace."

The taxi driver glanced down at the dashboard compartment and saw a pack of Jinling cigarettes inside, his heart filled with mixed emotions.

Shi Chunran was about to lose her temper and slapped the backrest of Ma Ran's seat again, saying angrily, "Mom! Why haven't you finished yet?" JrNovels.com