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Tong Xiaolai sat on the bench until the patrolling security guard came over to clear the place out.
He was holding the letter when a flamboyant flower fell from the bush above his head, landing on the letter and staining it red. He gently brushed it aside and took the letter home.
Everything was there at home, except for the best set of clothes that Shao Linyin had kept at the bottom of the box and was reluctant to wear, and the pair of gloves he had bought.
The refrigerator was filled with milk, apples and oranges.
There was also an exquisite gift box on the table, which contained a string of beautiful handmade crystal wind chimes. Inside the wind chimes was a pair of scallop shells tied with a bow. He couldn't see clearly what was engraved on them.
He picked up the wind chimes and hung them on the wall in front of the desk together with the one from last year.
Nothing had changed, as if Shao Linyin had really just been out for a while. Perhaps, just like last time, she was injured and wanted to hide it from him, so she went on a "business trip" secretly.
Yes, that must be the case. The last time he said “return date to be determined” was fifteen days. He didn’t say the time in this letter either. Maybe he will be back tomorrow.
Or maybe the day after tomorrow, never mind, next month, next year is fine, as long as he can come back. Ali has always been like this, confused and silly.
As he was thinking this, a notification popped up on his phone.
[A wolf in sheep's clothing: renowned scholar Fang Zhiheng arrested and imprisoned]
I clicked on the message, scrolled to the end, and saw that he was sentenced to eight years in prison.
As he kept reading, the screen of his phone became blurry and it seemed as if this message announced that Ali would never come back.
He sat on the balcony where Shao Linyin had sat that night all night. The next day, he carried his schoolbag, walked into school, and sat in the classroom.
Principal Zhang passed by and saw that the seat that had been empty for two or three days was finally occupied by someone who was seriously solving problems with a happy face.
Seven days later, he took the college entrance examination, ranked first in the province, and was admitted to the best university in the country.
The day I received the admission letter was June 20th, Shao Linyin’s birthday.
He bought a cake and sat on this bench in the Phoenix Forest of the school.
The phoenix flowers are still in full bloom, and here, that person gave him a brilliant light and told him that "no one has the right to interfere with your choice of your own future."
He held the cake and looked at the number 20 on it: "Ali, happy 20th birthday."
The wind folded open the admission letter, revealing the major on it: clinical medicine.
He laughed to himself: "Stupid, why didn't you ask me what major I wanted to study?"
He never had a favorite major from the beginning, but because the man was afraid of going to the hospital, from then on, he became his exclusive doctor, and that was all.
But that person will never know. Now I hold this notice, but I don’t know who this major is for.
Ali, did you eat cake on your birthday this year?
***
He studied for eight years for his bachelor's, master's and doctoral degrees, and during his university years he also minored in Western economics and obtained a double degree.
After graduation, he joined the largest hospital in South City and within two years became the youngest and richest medical expert.
Someone reported him for accepting bribes; otherwise, a doctor wouldn't have made that much money. The disciplinary inspection bureau investigated, revealing to everyone that this young professor was a medical genius, and even more so an investment prodigy. He'd studied venture capital since his sophomore year and had never failed.
Everyone knows that he has a lot of money, worth hundreds of millions, but no one knows why he is still willing to work as a doctor in the hospital.
Tong Xiaolai didn't know either. He only knew that he was waiting for someone. It seemed that if he worked as a doctor, that person would come to him.
Obviously, the last place that person would appear is the hospital.
He sat under the magnolia trees and looked at the fields of roses and tulips.
Shao Linyin, you said you would come to me when I have 100 million.
I have it, where are you?
Another day of consultation was over. He came out of the clinic and happened to meet the patient next door. When the two looked at each other, the other person ran away.
He chased after him: "Fang Zhiheng, stop!"
The fleeing figure stopped, turned his head, and that sinister and paranoid smile appeared on his face again: "Zheyuan, long time no see? Would you like to buy me a cup of coffee?"
Tong Xiaolai took off his white coat, and with a cold body, he took him out of the hospital and went to the nearest coffee shop.
Fang Zhiheng took a sip of his coffee cup slowly and looked at him: "I told you long ago that you would be my most proud work."
Tong Xiaolai said coldly, "Everything I have now has nothing to do with you. I just want to ask you, how did you get in in the first place?"
His intuition told him that it was Shao Linyin who did it.
"How the hell should I know!" Fang Zhiheng was furious the moment he asked this question. He smashed the coffee cup in his hand. "When I was in the domestic literary world, in the academic field, and even in the political world, who the hell didn't fear Sanfen?"
"I've done everything perfectly over the years. Even you, now, can't do anything to me, right?"
Tong Xiaolai really had no choice. He was now on par with Fang Zhiheng back then.
"The day after I found you, I got arrested! My basement was even ripped open! It happened overnight. Who the hell has that kind of power?"
After saying that, he looked at Tong Xiaolai sinisterly and said, "You and I are the only ones who know about the basement of my hometown."
Tong Xiaolai's expression darkened. There was another person, Shao Linyin.
Fang Zhiheng knew nothing about anything and could do nothing but vent his anger. Now he had nothing and could not threaten Tong Xiaolai.
Not only that, he was also in the late stage of liver cancer. When he was met in the hospital, he came to get painkillers so that he could feel a little more comfortable in his last few months.
Tong Xiaolai looked at Professor Fang, who used to be well-dressed, walking out of the coffee shop with a hunched back. It could be considered that the evildoer got his comeuppance.
He took out his cell phone and searched for the three words "Shao Liyin".
If Shao Linyin really had a powerful background, there would be no way there would be no news about it on the Internet.
But, just like countless times before, nothing was found.
A month after meeting Fang Zhiheng, Tong Xiaolai, the youngest and most famous medical professor in the country, received an invitation to a special surgery. It was a bone marrow transplant case, which he completed in collaboration with a foreign expert named Wilson.
The patient, 31, had congenital aplastic anemia. Most importantly, his blood type was rare, with only one in a million individuals having the small P blood type.
Tong Xiaolai was shocked: "Xiao P's blood type? So you found a matching bone marrow donor?"
The assistant beside him nodded.
"How was the patient with congenital aplastic anemia, such a rare blood type, cared for for for the first 31 years?"
The assistant also frowned in confusion: "The patient's family said there is a blood donor, and they have been giving blood transfusions regularly."
Tong Xiaolai instinctively felt uncomfortable, his voice filled with disgust: "How can you find a blood source for someone with Xiao P's blood type? If someone gives you a blood transfusion, it's the same as a blood transfusion."
As he was speaking, Tong Xiaolai had already entered the house where he was invited. It was a very luxurious mansion. It was obvious that the family was wealthy, otherwise they would not have the ability to use blood to feed a sick person like that.
He was taken to check on the patient, Fu Nanqiao. He was in good condition, able to eat and drink, though he looked a bit sick. Even so, his complexion was rosy. The instruments showed all the indicators were ideal, meeting the requirements for surgery.
Tong Xiao took a look and asked, "The patient is in good condition. Where is the bone marrow donor?"
The housekeeper who brought him here smiled and said, "The donor is currently not available for Professor Tong to meet."
"What's the meaning?"
The housekeeper smiled politely, "Professor Tong, please don't misunderstand. We trust Professor Tong, but this time the surgery is being performed jointly by Professor Tong and Professor Wilson from abroad."
Finding a bone marrow donor is not easy. My wife is worried that Professor Tong, being young, might speak without restraint and scare away the donor we finally found. It would be much easier to communicate with the donor if we had a steady and respectful professor by our side. Don't you agree?"
Tong Xiaolai did not comment. He would indeed explain all the disadvantages to the other party clearly. Even if he had to wait two more months, he would still say what he needed to say if Professor Wilson was present.
He didn't intend to linger any further, so he said goodbye and prepared to leave. The housekeeper bent down to see him off and said, "Madam is worried about the young master's health, so she invited you to come and see him first. Thank you for taking the time to come."
Tong Xiaolai smiled politely after hearing this and said, "The patient is in good condition. There's no need to call me over if there's nothing wrong. Let me know when Professor Wilson arrives. Bye."
He turned around and left. This place made him extremely uncomfortable. If it weren't for his duties as a doctor, he wouldn't want to take this patient.
Just as he left the room and walked to the end of the corridor to go down the stairs, a girl came out. She looked at Tong Xiaolai and was stunned for a moment, then said to the housekeeper, "I'll go see Professor Tong off."
The girl escorted Tong Xiaolai down the stairs and out the door. On the way, she whispered quickly, "Save Xiaoyin."
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