I asked the saleswoman about the green curtain. “Are there other colors available?”
“What color would you like?” she replied.
“Anything but green…”
She showed me the samples. “There are purple, blue, and this pale pink.”
The samples were common in color and style, lacking any stunning effect.
“Thank you!” I returned the samples. “Let’s go with the gray one on the right.”
Before leaving, I looked once more at the light green curtain—uniquely beautiful.
After lunch, Yin Zhongtian received a call from his friend who owns a wedding dress shop. They had just received a new batch of wedding dresses and invited us to come appreciate them. Although the wedding date wasn’t set, the shop owner insisted we come, offering a 30% discount due to the off-season.
We agreed and arrived at the shop. “Feel free to choose, everything is 30% off,” the owner said. He added jokingly, “Even if you don’t marry Zhongtian, you’ll wear it eventually.” Yin Zhongtian lightly punched him. It was rare for him to be playful with others, indicating a good relationship with the owner.
In another scene, a patient took his last breaths, whispering his daughter’s name. His wife collapsed, asking helplessly, “What will I do now? How will I go on?”
I’ve heard this question countless times, and the answer is always the same: “For your parents, for your children, you must keep living.”
Difficult as it may be, compared to those who have died, we are at least still alive!
I walked out of the ward, weary, and overheard two young nurses gossiping: “Which handsome guy? I haven’t seen him.”
“The one standing in the hallway is so handsome, much cooler than Secretary Yin…” The other nurse’s face was radiant. “Those eyes…”
I didn’t know what to say. After too many life and death partings, they had become numb. Perhaps I would too someday, so I refrained from blaming them.
“Really? I was busy inside,” the nurse said, her voice tinged with grievance.
Another nurse, who had just returned with medication, immediately joined in. “Are you talking about the man outside Ward 7? He’s so stylish. Is he the patient’s colleague?”
“No, he came to…”
Seeing my cold anger, she quickly fell silent: “Dr. Bao.”
“Mm.” I nodded, trying to keep my tone calm. “Haven’t you finished your shift yet?”
“Soon.”
