On a rainy night in November, she picked up a man covered in blood in an alley.
Shen Zhiyi is a top student in medical school and has always been calm and self-possessed. That night, she should have turned around and left - late night, alley, single woman, unknown danger, a textbook dangerous situation. But she squatted down, pressed her hand on the deepest wound on his forehead, gave him a 120 shot, paid 3,000 yuan for medical expenses, and left a note:
"No need to pay it back."
Three days later, a black Bentley parked in front of the medical school.
Gu Xingzhou leaned against the car door, holding a bunch of chamomile in his arms. From that day on, he never left it again.
She thought he was here to repay a favor. He thought she was just "kind of interesting."
Later, he said "test it" in the KTV, and she turned around and left, not seeing her for three years.
When they met again, he was thinner and darker, standing in the hospital corridor, holding a medical book she needed in his hand, as embarrassed as a teenager giving a gift for the first time.
"Doctor Shen," he said, "what number should I call you when I see you?"
This is a story about "encounter" and "reunion".
The encounter happened on the most embarrassing night - she saved his life, but didn't leave her name. The reunion happened in the longest winter - he spent three and a half years breaking himself into pieces and reorganizing himself just to be qualified to stand in front of her and say "I'm back."
What he wanted to pay back to her was never the three thousand yuan.
It's a lifetime.
