Li Yu married me because Old Master Li forced him to.
It was a one-year contract, followed by divorce. He even had a lawyer draw up the division of assets: I would take nothing. Those were my own words.
He didn't know that I never checked up on him during that year, not because I was obedient, but because I really didn't have time.
A heart operation takes six or seven hours. Afterward, I still had papers to write, public health talks to give, and an international conference to prepare for.
Until the day he walked into my clinic with a coronary CTA report.
I took off my mask. “The opening of your left anterior descending artery is severely narrowed. You need surgery as soon as possible.”
He froze.
And I treated him just like any other patient, all business.
Later, he searched the whole city for me like a madman.
Later, the entire Li family learned that Dr. Shen, who published papers in international cardiac surgery journals, was the ex-wife he had lost.
“Mr. Li, please wait your turn.”
