The year I turned fifty, Gu Yunche cheated on me with one of his students.
When he brought home a woman fifteen years younger than him and forced me to leave with nothing, I felt as if the sky had fallen.
Back then, so he could focus on work without worry, I gave up the chance my professor offered me to study abroad. I willingly returned to family life, caring for my in-laws and raising our son.
Later, I even injured my right hand saving him, and could never hold a scalpel again.
I had spent decades giving and sacrificing. Even if I hadn't earned any credit, surely I deserved some recognition for my hard work. I never imagined he would treat me like this!
I turned to my in-laws and son with pleading eyes.
But my in-laws abandoned their usual old-fashioned ways and suddenly embraced democracy, urging me to leave with nothing so Gu Yunche could live happily ever after with his beloved.
The son I had raised with my own hands called me shabby and ugly, and demanded I let Gu Yunche enjoy happiness in his old age.
I signed the divorce papers in despair. They immediately threw me out, and I could only watch as I froze to death that winter.
When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to 1980.
At the time, my father-in-law had just broken his leg, my mother-in-law had just been diagnosed with cancer, and my son was about to start first grade.
I stared at everything before me, overwhelmed with emotion. Seeing that my right hand was whole and unharmed, I burst into tears.
This time, I won't sacrifice everything for anyone. I'll pick up the scalpel again, devote myself to medicine, and save lives.
