Chapter Thirteen: The Emergence of Precedents

  That year, she would never forget that he suddenly came into the house with someone and separated them just like that.

  In those days, it was the most shocking, painful and darkest day of her life. At that time, she saw that woman, the elegant and noble woman rumored by outsiders.

  Just as she thought she would die, his little son came, with a gaze that was not her own, nor did it belong to someone of his age, and took her away without any obstruction.

  In this period of time, she had suspicions about the cat, but never wanted to ask, however today...

  The scars that remained on her body from back then seemed to suddenly split open and stung her nerves, she looked at him with some force.

  "Don't ask anymore!"

  Shaoyi's eyes were bright and clean, with a hint of smile, as he sincerely said to her: "Mom, now the college entrance exam is the most important thing!"

  "You..." She wanted to say something but stopped, only letting out a deep sigh. "It's okay, you focus on preparing for the college entrance exam first! I'll wait for the day when you want to talk about it. But Shaoyi, I hope you don't live with so much repression and sadness."

  How could her son not understand? He seemed stronger, calmer and more excellent than most of his peers, but the transparency in those eyes that never dissipated, how could she not see it?

  What exactly happened to him in the past?

  She was once so curious, almost crazily wanting to know.

  But at that time, when her child, whom she cherished as her life, refused to say anything even if he died, and when the young son cried and made a fuss, asking her not to ask again, she did not dare to ask anymore.

  She was powerless to change it and feared provoking him, so she could only suppress herself and not ask.

  But some things don't just cease to exist because you ignore them.

  Things in this world are often linked together, one after another...

  "It's here......" On June 6th, the sky began to darken as usual. A simple off-road jeep with an out-of-place air came uninvited to this remote countryside.

  In the lush green fields, a fragrance of life is emitted.

  The narrow dirt road was difficult for cars to enter, the stone steps were built one by one, extending up to the old house with red bricks, and the well-dressed people walked slowly and laboriously past the entrance...

  "Lin Xiao?"

  There was a faint smell of disinfectant in the air, and the middle-aged male doctor looked at the names on the few sheets of paper in his hand.

  "I am her family" The young man's slender and tall figure was dignified and mature.

  "Hmm, okay, sit down!" The doctor nodded and pushed up his glasses on the bridge of his nose.

  "From what I can see and from your description, this is already the best outcome, after all, she's still fighting to live. To be honest, I have to admire your mother's courage and perseverance in holding on until now..." The pale and somewhat chilly world, a doctor wearing a white coat flipped through the thin stack of medical records in his hand, speaking in a gentle tone.

  "Really, is there no way to cure it?"

  "It was really when she was young, her physical condition far exceeded what her body could bear... and she never took good care of herself either. Whether it can be cured, I don't know, after all, I'm just a third-rate doctor in an ordinary county hospital."

  It seems that he has already gotten used to being like this for the rest of his life, and the emotions of a doctor in his 40s do not feel inferior or depressed.

  "After all, with the development of modern medical technology, our small place is definitely hopeless, but maybe it's possible in big cities."

  Putting down the medical records in his hand, the doctor looked straight at the almost expressionless face of his counterpart and said seriously, "I also know a bit about your situation. To be honest with you, with your current condition, all we can do is drag it out, one day at a time. This symptom... is just a bottomless pit..."

  The young man didn't say a word, suddenly stood up and turned around to leave.

  "Hmm, I'd suggest just leaving it as is, anyway she should have unfinished wishes and a strong will to live, and this illness won't actually take her life..." Perhaps unable to bear the thought of such a young boy carrying such a heavy burden, the doctor's words slipped out without thinking.

  But just as he realized something and was about to keep quiet...

  An unknown object had tightened around his collar, the eyes of the youth who had returned at some unknown time had a deep whirlpool, and a few words were coldly revealed from his thin lips.

  "What the hell are you talking about? Is this human language?"

  "It seems..." was suddenly stripped of its calm and gentle mask, revealing a fierce transformation that shocked me. The doctor stuttered: "I... just... honestly speaking, and it's just a suggestion... a suggestion..."

  "Advice? I came here for your therapeutic opinion, not your goddamn truth!"

  For a moment, his mind went blank. The pale fingers of the young man seemed to relax slightly, but then suddenly let go of the doctor fiercely. After taking a deep breath, he still looked calm and composed as usual.

  Looking at the person who suddenly became elegant and warm again, it seemed that the previous irritability was just an illusion. However, the faint discomfort on his throat still existed in reality.

  The doctor adjusted his collar and said with a calm demeanor: "I know what I just said was somewhat unkind, but this is an unavoidable measure..."

  It's not that he wanted to bully the young man, but as a doctor, he was still considered to be doing his best.

  I thought the young man would have a more excited reaction, after all, as a doctor, encountering emotionally agitated patients and their families is not uncommon, and getting beaten up is also not unheard of.

  The doctor had already put his hand on the alarm button, ready to call for help as soon as possible to rescue himself and subdue the violent young man.

  However, under the bright light, the young man was walking towards him with a reflective body, although his footsteps were slow and his face was calm.

  The doctor had already closed his eyes, and his slightly cold hand had even touched the alarm bell, but the other person just glanced at him lightly, gave a sentence "I know", and walked past his face, towards the door behind him, without any further words.

  Watching the young man's slender back gradually disappear at the door, the doctor finally realized that the young man was planning to leave and not hit anyone.

  The doctor even shook his head with some depression, had he already developed a habit of being beaten?

  The doctor sighed heavily!