To My Dear Mr. Huo

When Su Qingsang arrived at the hospital the next day, Zhang Mei’s condition had worsened unexpectedly.

She had fallen again in the ward and bled heavily. Su QIngsang and Zhang Baiqiu did their best to save Zhang Mei, but the child could not be saved.

It was a baby girl. Her limbs had already formed. No matter how many times Su Qingsang had seen this, she would never get used to it.

To her surprise, the family members were silent despite how loud they were the other day.

Zhang Mei had been quiet since she had lost the child. She hadn’t spoken a single word nor had she moved.

Su Qingsang was just a gynecologist. She turned and left the room after saying a few words of comfort and instructions.

Zuo Hongchen had gone on an academic trip to another hospital a week ago, and he had just gotten back. As soon as he arrived back, he found his way to Su Qingsang.

The two agreed to get lunch. The hospital canteen was the building behind the in-patient department. It made it convenient for family members to buy meals for the patients.

They were halfway through their lunch when they heard a loud argument and screaming outside.

They briefly looked at each other for a few seconds and then got up at the same time. They quickly rushed outside.

The bloodiness of the scene made Su Qingsang, who was accustomed to life-and-death situations, sick to her stomach.

Zhang Mei, who was just saved by Su Qingsang and Zhang Qiubai this morning, was laying on the ground in a pool of blood.

Zuo Hngchen was stunned for a second and quickly rushed over. “Quick, call a crash cart.”

Su Qingsang responded quickly. Before the cart could arrive, she watched Zuo Hongchen shake his head.

“She’s not breathing.”

Su Qingsang’s eyes went red.

Zhang Mei’s eyes were wide open, as if she were looking at a blue sky above her. Su Qingsang hands trembled as she reached out to close her eyelids.

“Qingsang?” Zuo Hongchen realized that her mood was shifting. Su Qingsang covered her mouth and stood there. Her heart was torn.

“She’s not breathing,” Su Qingsang repeated.

The scene was chaotic, with people screaming, taking pictures, and more people rushing towards it.

Zuo Hongchen helped Su Qingsang, as she was struggling to get up. “Qingsang, are you alright?”

“She was my patient.” Tears were pouring out of her eyes as she watched them covered Zhang Mei’s body. “She was fine this morning.”

“It had nothing to do with you.” Zuo Hongchen looked up at the building. “She must have jumped down herself.”

Su Qingsang was quiet. She gently pulled away Zuo Hongchen’s hand.

The police came and the hospital officials came. The hospital was a mess because of the noise.

Su Qingsang stayed in her office, waiting to hear more news.

It wasn’t long until she heard more. Zhang Mei had committed suicide. The police were conducting further investigations about why.

As Zhang Mei’s doctor, Su Qingsang, who had been involved in Zhang Mei’s life for the past two days, was called in for questioning.

The investigation went on into the evening until the police had finished interrogating all the relevant people.

When Su Qingsang left the hospital gate, the cordon had been withdrawn and the police had left.

Huo Jinyao was leaning over the car waiting for her. He quickly walked towards her. “Wife, are you off work? I made an appointment to look at cars today. Shall we go now?”

Su Qingsang walked past him and walked away without hesitation.

Huo Jinyao was stunned by this sudden move. The cheerfulness on his face disappeared. “Wife?”