I went to jail for saving lives. Ten years behind bars have worn away all illusions. On the day I was released from prison, the sun was dazzling. I lowered my head and smiled - how many of those patients who once relied on my medicine to survive and personally reported me for "selling fake medicine" are still alive now? Without the cure for late-stage cancer, their fate is already doomed. During my ten years in prison, there were always strangers who wanted to visit me, but I never saw them. I know that what they want is not me, but the prescription in my hand. Not long after I walked out of the door, a man rushed toward me with a knife, his eyes red. I stood quietly without hiding. What is supposed to come, will come. Only this time, I am no longer the one saving people.
