Hospital intensive care unit.
Zhiyuan stood in front of Wenxiao.
In my memory, Wen Xiao is still the young man he was in his childhood.
At that time, she had two long black braids, always cried, always quarreled with her father, and always scolded him. But even so, when he was a child, he still liked to stick to her and wanted her to hug him. He would also want to hug her when she cried, but most of the time, she would push him away irritably.
He thought she hated him because he was not well behaved, so he tried hard to be a good child, not to make a fuss, to eat well, to dress himself and put on shoes well, but she still left. No matter how he cried, begged, or promised to be good in the future, she still left without looking back...
He remembered that when she turned her head and left that day, her two long black braids swung vigorously in the air, and the ends of her hair brushed across his face, causing pain.
However, now, the patient in front of him was thin and dry, with most of his hair white, and he looked like a withered man.
This shouldn't be the case at her age.
He stood there for a long time. Later, the nurse came to urge him and said that the visiting time was up. Then he suddenly realized it, went out to change his clothes, thanked the nurse, and went home.
On the way back, he sent a message to Qingtian.
Qingtian asked him: What happened?
The question was about him being framed by his two uncles.
In fact, there are already clarification posts online, and she has even proudly stated in the forum: Look, was I right?
Public opinion changed quickly, and in an instant everyone was speaking out for him and demanding severe punishment for the rumormongers.
Zhiyuan replied to her: It’s been handled and I will be back to work at the hospital tomorrow.
"That's good!" Qingtian's exclamation mark expressed her mood at the moment.
Zhiyuan dialed her number, and a gentle "Hello" rang in his ears across thousands of mountains and rivers.
"I went to see her." Zhiyuan said, "My biological mother."
"Yeah." Qingtian instantly knew what he wanted to say, "Zhiyuan, no matter what decision you make, you are right."
Zhiyuan was stunned for a moment and laughed, "I haven't said anything yet, do you know what I'm going to say?"
"I guess."
Zhiyuan let out a long sigh, "I stood beside her for a long time, and I asked myself, should I hate her or pity her?"
"Have you figured it out now?"
"I've figured it out." He walked slowly down the street, the winter wind whistling and making his face hurt. "There should be no hatred, no resentment. If there is pity, it is the pity a doctor has for a patient. Looking at her old and sick appearance, I am not very sad, but I feel that I am still grateful to her. I am grateful that she brought me into this world and let me meet so many good people, such as my mother, my father, Zhangzhu, and you."
"Zhiyuan..."
"There are many, many people, and we have experienced many, many wonderful and interesting things." He took another deep breath, feeling relieved and clear-headed. "I will take care of her illness, both as a doctor and as... an old friend."
He didn't mention his son. In his eyes, he only had one mother, a mother who would stay with him all night when he was sick, a mother who raised him from a homeless orphan and brought him up into adulthood, and a mother who gave everything to protect him as he grew up.
He didn't know what Qingtian would think of this statement, "Qingtian, do you think I'm cold-blooded?"
"No!" Qingtian said hurriedly, "I said, no matter what decision you make, you are right. Blood ties... are not chains of moral kidnapping."
Zhiyuan then remembered that Qingtian also had an unreliable father...
She could empathize.
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