Tan Ziyue and I were in a car accident at the same time. My girlfriend, the chief of orthopedics, brushed my hand aside. "Zhou Han, stop pretending! Ziyue needs surgery right now!" So I was the one who had to die. The day my skeleton was donated to Shangguan Ying's department, Shangguan Ying sat alone in her office for an entire day and night. Later, the most brilliant orthopedic surgeon at Pujiang Hospital could never hold a scalpel again.
