On the last night of self-study in the senior year of high school, she drew a small cross on the draft paper and whispered to me, "Shen Zhiheng, I want to be a doctor to save many people and pull them out of pain." I held the pen and looked at her serious profile and said softly, "Okay." She was stunned for a moment and then smiled, her eyes curved like crescent moons.
Later, we actually entered medical school together. We put on white coats in the same family and stood in front of the operating table. We were busy from the dim light of morning to the sky full of stars. We agreed to get married when we were more stable. Together, we went from being a young boy to a gray-haired man.
Until that rainy day, when the door of the emergency room was pushed open, I saw her lying on a stretcher, covered in blood. She was seriously injured in a car accident and was unconscious, but she still called my name softly. At that moment, the voices of the whole world disappeared. Those hands had saved countless patients and brought lives back from death. But God seemed to be kidding. Those hands did not pull her back. I only heard the long and harsh straight sound of the monitor. I rescued other people, but only my lover could not be saved.
From then on, I took off my white coat and put on a police uniform. Some people asked me why I gave up my promising career as a doctor and wanted to start over as a police officer. All I said was "protect in another way..."
The one you love is separated by life and death. Neither life nor death can make peace.
Intention: You are the only one who knows me in the world. I am the only one who understands you. We were born as a pair, but the yin and yang are separated.