In order to take the "Fundamentals of Medical Law" class, I sneaked into the law school classroom. The cool-faced boy in the front row noticed me looking furtively and pushed the textbook half way over: "New classmate?" The moment my fingertips touched, my heart skipped a beat, and I pretended to be calm: "School of Medicine, Xiang Li." A message popped up on the anonymous forum that night, and "Yuanshan", a netizen who had been communicating with me for a long time, replied to my note in seconds. He doesn't know that I am the "sunflower" on the other side of his screen. I didn't know that he had recognized me a long time ago, but he hid this secret with evil intentions. Until the family members of the doctor blocked me in the consulting room, and he kicked in the door, his lawyer badge shining coldly: "I am her legal representative. If you have any questions, come to me." Later, the evidence of my father's medical case in his computer hurt my eyes, and I asked with tears in my eyes: "Is this all a design?" In the thick smoke of the fire, he protected me with all his strength: "Sunflower, your distant mountains... Have always been here only for you."
