The Sound of the Flute Remains the Same

In the winter of 1995, someone placed a baby boy at the door of the orphanage. There were only two things next to the baby boy: a bamboo flute and a piece of paper with the word "" written on it. The dean named him - Shen Muyuan. This flute accompanied him throughout his childhood. He taught himself to play the flute under the ginkgo tree in the orphanage. As a boy, he used his income from private tutoring to support other orphans. At the age of 18, he was recommended to East China Medical University for bachelor's, master's and doctoral studies with the highest score in the province. Later he met Su Nianwei, a girl who followed the sound of the flute under the magnolia tree. She said: "The sound of your flute reminds me of the songs my mother sang when I was a child." They got married and had a son named Shen Zhihe. Then fate struck. My wife was diagnosed with stage three cancer. He is a doctor and knows what this means better than anyone. In autumn, she left. On the day I left, some leaves of the magnolia tree outside the window had already fallen. The next year, my eight-year-old son was diagnosed with the same type of cancer. He held two diagnostic reports, one for his wife and one for his son. The same disease spans two generations. At that moment he made a decision - he was going to find the answer. He worked twenty hours a day, and all his experiments failed for thirty-seven days in a row. He injected himself with unproven drugs, and his fever reached 40 degrees and he almost couldn't survive it. He succeeded. Then he donated prescriptions worth tens of billions for free. Take no penny. This is "The Sound of the Flute Remains the Same" - a story about a bamboo flute, a woman, a father, and a faith.