[Mathematics teacher × cardiac surgery expert | Support education in Tibetan areas | Framed | Desperate survival | Group portrait redemption]
[The entanglement of two people, the company of a group of people]
He's a math teacher, he's a heart surgeon. From the Yan Garden to the Snowy Land, from the three-foot podium to the rumors. He was framed, suspended from school, and forced thousands of miles away. I almost died on the winding road and received a composite photo in my dormitory late at night.
Some people traveled across mountains and seas to accompany him, some said, "Even if I get involved, I still have to clear your name," some stayed up all night to help him sort out the information, and some said, come back, you have the final say on your treatment.
When he returned the ring, he said, "We all want to be well." He turned around and never looked back.
Later he settled in Kunming, and the Gesang flowers bloomed on the windowsill. He thought this would be it for the rest of his life - until someone stood at the door dragging a suitcase and said with a smile:
"I'm here, I'm not leaving."
Abuse? Abuse. But after crying, I felt warm.
