His safety rope was cut in half by the scissors, and Zhou Xiaoyun's falling force dragged him to slide out of the building.
\"Old Lu!\" Xie Xing reached out to grab it, but only touched his fingertips.
Lu Zhaochen felt weightless for a while, and then fell endlessly. The height of seven floors was enough for him to think about many things - his parents' disappointment, the unfinished game, and the frightened eyes of the female doctor he saved.
\"Bang!\"
There was a muffled sound, and then sharp pain exploded from his spine, quickly spreading throughout his body. His last consciousness was the screams of the crowd around him and the white figures quickly surrounding him.
Darkness swallowed everything.
The lights in the operating room were blindingly bright.
Three months later, Shen Zhiheng returned to work in the hospital. When she passed the nurse's station, Li Mei stopped her: "Doctor Shen, I have your express delivery."
Opening the package, there was a bouquet of carefully preserved dried flowers - the same bouquet she received at Xie Xing's wedding. There was a note inside, with crooked handwriting on it. It was obviously written by someone holding a pen in their mouth:
\"I'm sorry, I can't wait for the next bouquet. But you want to be happy, including me.\"
Outside the window, the first cherry blossoms of the year bloomed quietly. Shen Zhiheng held the bouquet of dried flowers and cried like a lost child in the crowded corridor.
Intention: Wait until spring and watch the cherry blossoms for me