The doctor and his wife had a teacher-student relationship in college. It is hard to imagine that a doctor would be with his wife in such a capacity and in such an environment. They have been together for eight years and their wife became pregnant after marriage. They are both doctors and they think it is okay. When the wife was giving birth, a series of rear-end collisions occurred on the elevated highway. The accident was serious, and doctors rescued the patient. It's just that this car accident is also the car accident of the doctor's life. His wife had a difficult delivery and he didn't have time to see her for the last time, leaving only the baby boy behind. He was in pain outside the delivery room wearing a surgical gown that he had not had time to change out of. He was crying like a newborn son, and his cries were full of fear.
Later, the doctor fainted. In a daze, he seemed to have returned to the class where he met his wife. The wife in front of him still looked like she was when she was nineteen years old. When they started again, the doctor did not hesitate, seized every opportunity, and avoided all difficulties. They stayed together for the rest of their lives. Although they had no children, they were still very happy. The doctor thinks happiness is like bubbles, which are beautiful but short-lived and have no sense of reality.
Walking home with his retired wife and basking in the sun on a bench in the park, the doctor always felt like someone was calling him, very urgently and hurriedly, and there was always the sound of rescuing patients in his ears. Walking on the school corridor again, my wife slowly turned around and said, "Doctor, I really have to leave this time." Before he could answer, the doctor woke up and saw the familiar scene in the emergency room. The doctor was in tears. A big dream.