Time flies by, always leaving one sighing, like sand slipping through one's fingers, fleeting away without leaving a trace.
Mingzhu City First People's Hospital is one of the top hospitals in the country, with top doctors in various fields, attracting patients from all over the country.
People say that hospitals are places of life and death, where one can witness all aspects of human life. To people, doctors and nurses in white coats are nothing less than angels fallen to earth.
In the clean and bright corridor, the sound of high heels on the marble floor was particularly loud, and a figure dressed in pure white came into view, shimmering with light.
The woman was slender but not thin, with an upturned smile revealing eight pearly white teeth; her perfect smile exuded immense warmth and approachability. Her ten fingers were delicate, white, and tender, with slight calluses on the tips—clearly the hands of someone who had handled a scalpel for many years.
Her features were delicate and beautiful, and her white coat accentuated her sacred aura. Her identity as a doctor added to her radiance.
Patients come and go as they enter the consultation room, some with smiles on their faces, others with tears in their eyes, their eyes filled with endless hope.
After seeing off a patient, An Jin breathed a long sigh of relief, leaned back in the soft chair, rubbed her sore shoulders, stretched her neck, and her smile became even more genuine.
After being admitted to university, he studied medicine diligently and finally graduated from the medical department of Jinghua University. Through the introduction of Brother Yan, he came to this hospital for an internship and gradually rose to the position of director. Although the work was busy and tiring, he enjoyed this life.
If it weren't for Brother Yan, she would probably just be an ordinary farm girl busy in the village, getting married and having children. Living a simple life, how could she have achieved what she has today?
There was a knock on the door. An Jin immediately sat up straight, put on a professional smile, and said loudly, "Come in."
The woman who entered looked haggard, dressed in the most ordinary sportswear, her hair slightly disheveled, and her face weathered by the trials of life.
An Jin looked up at the woman, his smile freezing for a moment. Although her face had changed a lot, he still recognized her from her familiar features—Sun Xiaoying.
"What brings you here? If it's for a medical consultation, please sit down and tell me about your symptoms." Seven years have passed, and An Jin is no longer the impulsive young girl she once was. She is now more aware of her identity: a doctor who helps people and saves lives.
An Jin couldn't quite describe her feelings towards Sun Xiaoying; she neither liked nor disliked her. Time is always so magical; the former dislike and wariness had long since vanished with the passage of time.
"I've been having persistent stomach pains lately, could you please take a look?" Sun Xiaoying wasn't surprised to see An Jin, and slowly sat down on the stool, speaking to An Jin.
"Your health isn't too bad. Just relax. I'll prescribe some medicine for you. Adjust your mindset, take the medicine on time, and you'll get better," Yasui said softly as she wrote out the prescription after examining you.
Sun Xiaoying looked at the prescription in her hand, her hand trembling, and then left without looking back, leaving An Jin somewhat confused. He thought she had come to talk to him about something.
But what does this have to do with him? An Jin shrugged and continued his busy work.
With heavy steps, Sun Xiaoying arrived at the hospital entrance. The blinding sunlight shone on his face, causing him to involuntarily close his eyes, savoring the warmth of the sun. His right hand, reflecting the sunlight, gleamed with a cold, sharp edge.
Sun Xiaoying was sentenced to four years in prison for speculation and profiteering, even exploiting loopholes in the government's policies to make a fortune while the country needed talent. Although the policy was later relaxed and speculation and profiteering no longer constituted a crime, her actions of exploiting loopholes still had to be punished, only the sentence was reduced from four years to two years.
Zhou Jiajun filed for divorce on the day he was released from prison. He naturally refused, resorting to unreasonable demands and tantrums, but she couldn't resist his unwavering resolve. Since her rebirth, her greatest obsession had been becoming the wife of a billionaire, and now that she was about to achieve it, how could she willingly give it up?
“Sun Xiaoying, do you think I didn’t file for divorce when you were in prison because I liked you? No, I just didn’t want to be stigmatized for abandoning my wife and children. Now that you’re out of prison, I’m free too.”
At that time, Zhou Jiajun had shed his former naivety and was dressed in a suit and tie, showing a bit of an elite style. For a moment, it reminded Sun Xiaoying of Zhou Jiajun in her previous life.
"I...I know I was wrong, I will change, I will definitely be a good wife and mother in the future, please don't divorce me, okay?" Sun Xiaoying had spent two years in prison, which had worn down her edges. Moreover, her commotion did not sway Zhou Jiajun at all, but instead made her even more disliked.
"Your obsession with me is nothing more than wanting to be the wife of the richest man. Right now, I'm just an ordinary worker. I'm not the richest man now, and I never will be." Zhou Jiajun shook his head. He wasn't stupid; he had his own judgment. Ever since that midnight dream, he had figured everything out and had no feelings for Sun Xiaoying anymore. He had already done more than enough by waiting for her.
“You…” Rebirth was Sun Xiaoying’s biggest secret, and now that it had been exposed, she was speechless for a moment.
"Considering our years as husband and wife, I'll give you 20,000 yuan. That's all I have. If you don't agree, you won't get anything." Zhou Jiajun, through years of experience, had changed completely, becoming more shrewd and ruthless like a businessman, and remained unmoved.
"Okay." Neither men nor women can keep a partner who is determined to leave. Since that's the case, it's better to fight for more benefits for yourself.
Initially, after divorcing Zhou Jiajun, he felt both resentful and helpless, wishing he could destroy the whole world. He hated Yan Wuyou and An Jin the most. He heard that one of them had become a government official and the other a famous doctor. Although they had long been divorced, they were as close as siblings and lived a very glamorous life.
How could he not feel resentment at his current predicament?
Raising her right hand, the sharp blade stained her palm red. Sun Xiaoying's hand trembled slightly, and the blade slid down her hand with a crisp sound. She staggered away, her face pale.
Enough, enough. She didn't want to live for others anymore, for hatred. Why go back to prison, or even lose her life, for her enemies? They weren't worth it.
Watching Sun Xiaoying's departing figure, Wuyou, dressed in a suit and leather shoes, stepped out from the shadows, looked up at the sky, and his expression was indescribable.
He had long ago sent people to keep an eye on Sun Xiaoying, and he would take drastic action if she made any unusual moves. Fortunately, she wasn't completely stupid, otherwise he would have been spending the rest of his life in prison.
"Brother Yan, what brings you here?" An Jin, who was packing up to leave work, was pleasantly surprised to see Wu You.
"Of course I came to see you. I heard you and Mr. Bai are getting along well. Is there some good news?" Wuyou smiled slightly, her eyes teasing An Jin. An Jin's face flushed red, and she stammered, unable to speak.
With that expression, what more could be said? Wuyou smiled slightly, understanding dawning on her. Gazing at the sky, a sudden wave of nostalgia washed over her. Ah, love! Perhaps it wasn't so bad after all.
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