The day I was in a serious car accident, Gu Zhiheng, a doctor, abandoned me.
It was raining, and his childhood sweetheart said she was afraid of thunder.
Without a second thought, he rushed out of the operating room.
Later, I saw the post his childhood sweetheart had shared:
"Someone who truly loves you would even pause an operation to see you, no matter how skilled a doctor they are at saving lives."
I didn't cry, make a scene, or confront him. I waited until I had recovered and was discharged.
He brought me lots of supplements, guilt-ridden, and explained that he hadn't visited because he was busy.
Later, when his childhood sweetheart fell ill, he wanted to move out and take care of her for a while.
I didn't even look up. Calmly, I said, "Fine."
But he panicked. "You're not angry that I'm moving out?"
