Obstetrician Lin Mo traveled back to 70 and found himself in the coffin when he opened his eyes.
Outside the coffin, his biological father was busy settling accounts: 280 yuan as a bride price for his younger brother to get a wife, and 300 yuan in gambling debts by selling his daughter to pay off. Her life and death were actually less important than whether she could get her money back or not.
Lin Mo pushed open the coffin lid.
The coffin is already lying there, what else can you endure?
Get back the hidden admission notice; deny the arranged marriage; and pay the bills to anyone who oppresses her with the kindness of raising her.
She rushed to Beijing with the delivery notes left by her mother, re-entered the classroom, and started working as a doctor again in the years when there was a shortage of medicine and equipment. The soldier Gu Yunting who handed her the ticket also became someone she wanted to be by her side.
But a war took away the news of her husband and left behind the child in her belly.
From rural earthen beds to delivery rooms in disaster areas, from raising children alone to tracing the past of her mother, Lin Mo discovered that too many women's lives were hastily dismissed with the phrase "just accept your fate."
She wanted to bring back those who had been abandoned one by one.
This time, she wants to live for herself and for them to live.
