[Sober and calm surgeon
In order to fulfill the wish of my seriously ill mother, I accepted the proposal of my first love, Duan Yichen, who had been away for ten years and has become a business giant.
A piece of paper agreed that there would be no wedding, no children, and no love.
He signed readily, but late at night he turned off the early alarm clock for me and held my hand that was shaking from nightmares.
I thought it was a deal where everyone gets what he wants, and I calmly played "Mrs. Duan".
Until the girl I performed the surgery committed suicide again in the ward. Her last words were: "Thank you sister, I can finally leave this hell on earth."
I uncontrollably questioned her mother, tearing apart a dirty secret that had been covered up for ten years.
The media accused me of "exploiting patients", and my colleagues advised me to "stop meddling".
Only Duan Yichen stood behind me and gently took me away from the whirlpool of public opinion:
"My wife is a doctor, and her job is to save people."
He looked at me with eyes as calm as the sea, and said word by word:
"I will always have your back."
