The boy who was raised in the fragrance of medicine should have lived a gentle and quiet life, but he lost someone when he was 19 years old.
On the day of the college entrance examination, Qiu Yiyu did not come. Later he received a message: See you at the beginning of school. Then, no more news.
Zhen Guchuan waited for countless sunsets, but what he waited for was only three years of blank time.
In the autumn when I was 23 years old, my father mentioned a patient at the dinner table: a boy with post-traumatic stress disorder, aesthesia, and an interesting pulse condition.
His hand holding the medical record suddenly paused.
Those descriptions were like a thorn, accurately piercing the deepest part of his heart, piercing the name that he thought about day and night but dared not mention.
The next day, he met his father in his consulting room.
Four years of life and death, one fake death, two broken people. At the moment they met again, he understood
It turns out that it's not that he doesn't love him, it's that he lost himself first.
Purpose: Learn to accept, understand and love bravely.