Hospital
On the Day of Our Divorce, His Last Letter Arrived
On the final day of the divorce cooling-off period, I waited for Yuan Shiyu at the Civil Affairs Bureau for three hours.
The person who eventually arrived wasn’t him; instead, it was a hospital representative delivering a critical condition notice and a last letter.
Everyone thought he had finally agreed to let me go. Only I knew that the first sentence of that letter read: Wantang, I’m sorry, I really can’t make it this time.
Eight Years After I Broke His Heart, I Begged Him to Save My Child
The year I graduated from high school, I rejected Gu Cong’s confession in front of the entire school.
I told him I already had a boyfriend.
He nodded politely and turned to leave.
At four o’clock the next morning, he boarded a plane to study abroad.
As for me, I continued my routine, heading out before dawn to snag a spot for my breakfast stall.
Eight years later.
Clutching my last seven thousand yuan, I boarded a train to the Capital with my gravely ill daughter in my arms.
After reviewing her medical records, the doctor shook his head.
“There’s probably only one doctor in the entire Capital who can perform this surgery.
“He’s a specialist who just returned from abroad. He once performed a successful operation on a patient with a condition very similar to your daughter’s.”
As he spoke, he called out to the man behind me with pleasant surprise.
“Let me introduce you. This is the man I was talking about-Gu Cong, Dr. Gu.”
