This Body Has Been Given to the Country, It Is Difficult to Give It to the King Again

Su Yingxue, the sharpest scalpel in Shanghai, has saved countless people, but she cannot save her own heart. When she first met Shen Yuxiu, his uniform was stained with blood and he fell in the emergency room. She opened his chest and took out the bullet. "Does a doctor also know how to hold a gun?" He asked with a smile, his fingertips grazing the blood on her gloves. She hid her palms that were burned by the annulment document and turned around to sterilize the instruments. … In the year when ten miles of foreign land turned into scorched earth, he held her white coat tightly in the trench: "Follow me!" And she was tearing up the marriage contract to stop the bleeding of the wounded. That night when red plums fell all over the operating table, he asked her for the last time: "Su Yingxue, where is your heart?" She pressed the blood-stained stethoscope against his chest: "Listen clearly - this place has been promised to the mountains and rivers for a long time." … After many years of sorting out her belongings, her name was written on the faded wedding book in the iron box. On the back is his unsent letter: "See you soon. As long as everything is fine, I will take peace as my betrothal..." … With snow falling outside the window, she held the scalpel tightly and walked toward the newly wounded patient. Disinfectant water mixed with tears dripped into the old scar - it turns out that the most painful thing is not the bullet, but being alive.