The 28-year-old woke up on the autopsy table with no breathing or heartbeat, and only a wandering soul floating above his young body.
She remembered the firmness of her skin and the straightness of her bones, but she could not remember her name, her past life, or even why she stayed in the anatomy room of this medical school as an "anatomy teacher."
In the smell of formalin, the men in white coats worked gently, and the eyes of the medical students changed from ignorance to awe. She listened to her body being explained in detail, and watched the young life touch the essence of life under her "guidance", but she was always trapped in the thick fog of memory: Who am I? Who have you ever loved? Is it an active choice to devote, or is it an accidental arrangement of fate?
There is no memory of the past, but there is a clear mission. This 28-year-old body, with unfinished regrets, has become the most silent teacher on campus. In her anatomy teachings, she extended life in another way. She used the stories in scars and the tenacity in bones to teach future doctors that every life is worthy of awe, and every dedication hides immortal tenderness.
And the answer to "who am I" may be hidden in the eyes of those young people, in the glimmer of life inheritance...
