Chapter 130 He's Here
Xie Nanzhi was taken aback.
A seduction guide?
To seduce... Dr. Fu?
Moreover, judging from Mrs. Fu's appearance, she is probably delirious and mistaking Xie Nanzhi for someone else.
Xie Nanzhi was afraid of hurting her, so she didn't dare to resist. "Mrs. Fu, let me go first. I'm not the woman you're talking about. You've mistaken me for someone else."
Mrs. Fu was furious, her eyes bulging with rage. She opened her blood-red mouth and questioned her wildly, "You slut, it's you! Even if you turned to ashes, I wouldn't mistake you! You slut, I've loved you like my own daughter! How could you seduce him? He's your mentor! How could you seduce him?"
Mrs. Fu was incoherent, but her anger was clear, like a blazing vine breaking through the last line of defense.
At this moment, Dr. Fu also came out. Seeing this, he hurriedly ran forward and injected an acupuncture needle into Mrs. Fu's arm.
Suddenly, Mrs. Fu's body went limp and she lost consciousness.
Dr. Fu caught Mrs. Fu and carried her back to the bedroom without saying a word.
Afterwards, Dr. Fu stood by the bedside for a long time, while Xie Nanzhi sat on a bench in the living room without asking any questions.
After an unknown amount of time, Dr. Fu came out of the bedroom, gently closed the door, and looked at Xie Nanzhi with a gloomy expression.
Perhaps because Xie Nanzhi knew his secret, Dr. Fu no longer had the initial resistance.
Xie Nanzhi knew he had something to say, so she wasn't in a hurry.
A moment later, Dr. Fu lit a cigarette, frowned, and took a few deep drags. "It's not that I don't want to have the surgery, it's that my hands are no longer capable of performing the surgery."
As he spoke, Dr. Fu opened his palm, and Xie Nanzhi saw a particularly hideous scar. Judging from the marks, it was an old wound, which must have been very deep at the time.
“My hand is injured, the tendons are damaged, and I will never be able to hold a scalpel again in this lifetime. So, I can’t perform your grandmother’s surgery, even if you spend your whole life here with me, it won’t make a difference.”
Xie Nanzhi knew how important hands were to a doctor, which explained why Dr. Fu never performed another surgery after retiring early.
Xie Nanzhi had her own questions in her mind, "If your hand was injured, why didn't you just say so openly, instead of hiding it?"
At this point, a hint of worry flashed across Dr. Fu's brow; he seemed reluctant to continue.
Xie Nanzhi countered, "Is it related to your students?"
Suddenly, a voice rang out behind Xie Nanzhi, "I'm the one who injured her hand."
The two turned around abruptly, and Mrs. Fu was standing weakly at the bedroom door.
Her face was pale, and her lips were bloodless, but she appeared to be conscious.
Mrs. Fu slowly walked to Xie Nanzhi's side, full of apology. "I'm sorry, what happened just now was not my intention. I act like this when I have an attack. I'm sure I scared you."
She was still so gentle, so gentle that Xie Nanzhi felt that speaking loudly to her would hurt her.
Xie Nanzhi said, "It's okay. Besides, Mrs. Fu is such a good person, how could I find her scary?"
Mrs. Fu still felt embarrassed, so she sat down next to Xie Nanzhi and took her hand. "My husband accidentally stabbed his hand with a knife when I had an attack. Are you curious why he didn't tell everyone the truth? Maybe he wanted to save face for himself."
Xie Nanzhi subconsciously looked at Dr. Fu, whose face was pale, but he didn't say anything.
After what just happened, Mrs. Fu felt apologetic towards Xie Nanzhi. Besides, she had already said what she should and shouldn't have said, so there was nothing left to hide.
"Everyone knows I'm sick, but nobody knows what's wrong with me. In your young people's terms, I'm a madman who could have a seizure at any moment."
Mrs. Fu gave a self-deprecating laugh, "Before I discovered my husband's affair with his student, I was actually quite normal, and I always believed that I had married for love and was the happiest woman in the world..."
The two were alumni of the same university, but Dr. Fu had always been engaged in research on cardiovascular and cerebrovascular diseases, while Mrs. Fu worked in pediatrics.
Ironically, Mrs. Fu was an excellent pediatrician, but she herself had no children.
They had gone for checkups, and the problem stemmed from Mrs. Fu. She had considered divorce when she was younger, feeling she couldn't hold Dr. Fu back for the rest of his life. He, however, absolutely refused, saying that if he had to choose between the children and her, he would choose the latter without hesitation.
Later, Mrs. Fu came to her senses, and the two continued their happy marriage. It must be admitted that Dr. Fu treated her very well; even her colleagues regarded him as a model husband-educator.
When Dr. Fu was forty-five years old, his wife discovered the ambiguous relationship between him and his student.
For Mrs. Fu at the time, the news was like a bolt from the blue. She couldn't accept such a blow, and her mental state was affected. She has only improved in the past few years, but she still has relapses from time to time.
Dr. Fu also paid the price for his past mistakes; his hands could no longer hold a scalpel.
So he retired early and focused on recuperating with his wife. As for the students he had ambiguous relationships with, they were just fleeting moments in his otherwise calm and monotonous life, occasional bright spots.
He made a mistake that most men make: he couldn't resist temptation. But he loved his wife, and he knew that better than anyone else.
Dr. Fu knew that his actions had hurt his wife, and he was willing to spend his whole life making amends for his mistake.
That incident was like a thorn stuck in their hearts, causing them both pain, yet they were unwilling to let go of each other's hands.
Xie Nanzhi even thought that Mrs. Fu probably knew that a broken mirror could not be mended, but she was still unwilling to give up this marriage.
After hearing this, Dr. Fu lowered his head in shame.
As for Mrs. Fu, she smiled faintly, "Actually, no one is as glamorous as they seem on the surface. What they show is just the side they want you to see. You are still young, so you must keep your eyes open when looking for a partner."
Doesn't Mrs. Fu love Dr. Fu?
No, it's because I love too much that I've fallen into this kind of self-torture.
Xie Nanzhi got the answer she wanted, but at the same time lost the chance to save her grandmother.
Life is indeed never perfect.
The rain continued to fall steadily, and after a long while, the raindrops gradually became smaller.
Xie Nanzhi planned to leave while the rain subsided. She said goodbye to Mrs. Fu, "Mrs. Fu, I'll come to see you again when I have time."
Mrs. Fu stood at the door to see her off. "Miss Nan, actually, there is another way to get your grandmother surgery."
Upon hearing this, a glint of light flashed in Xie Nanzhi's dark eyes. "Please speak."
...
After a while, Xie Nanzhi pushed open the door and left. The sky was foggy and damp, and the ground was slippery.
But when she glanced up casually, she saw a man standing not far away in the misty rain.
He was holding a large black umbrella and walking step by step toward Xie Nanzhi.
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