White Bones, No Flowers

Huang Zhizhi and I were in a car accident at the same time.

But my boyfriend, the head of orthopedics, brushed my hand aside.

"Shen Xia, stop making a fuss! Zhizhi needs surgery right away!"

So I was the one who had to die.

The day my bones were donated to Xiao Yu's department, Xiao Yu sat motionless in his office for an entire day and night.

After that,

Pujing Hospital's most brilliant orthopedic surgeon could never hold a scalpel again.