We agreed to divorce at the expiration date, why do you regret it, Mr. Fu?

Fu Ruoshi covered his waist and got into the car and left amid the pointing and talking of a group of old men and women.

Wen Zhixia squatted on the ground exhausted, buried her face in her knees, and didn't even have the strength to cry.

When Fan Xiaolin chased to the residential area, he happened to see Fu Ruoshi driving out.

Then I saw Wen Zhixia squatting on the ground crying.

This damn man is bullying my treasure again! She was furious and picked up the brick that the security guard was using to block the door. She swung her arm and was about to smash it into Fu Ruoshi's car.

Seeing her murderous look, the security guard was almost scared to death. He was about to stop her, but he saw Fan Xiaolin put it down by herself.

I can't afford to pay for damaging the Maybach, so I'll secretly stab his tire some other day.

Several old men and women were surrounding Wen Zhixia.

An old lady comforted her, "Don't cry, little girl. If you lose your man, you can find another one. Do you want to come to my house for dinner?"

An old man took out two bags of instant noodles from his basket and said, "Girl, my grandson said these are delicious. Can I give them to you?"

"Thank you..." Wen Zhixia was very moved by her kind neighbor.

There are thousands of good people in this world, but that person is not one of them.

The next morning.

Wen Zhixia was awakened by the smell of pancakes outside the house.

"You're awake!" Seeing her get up, Fan Xiaolin turned off the fire and brought pancakes and porridge to the table.

She was here all night, keeping her company while I worked on the press release.

Wen Zhixia was exhausted after crying for a while. She took a shower and got into bed, remaining silent the whole time.

However, until late at night, Fan Xiaolin could still hear faint sobbing coming from the room.

She did not ask Wen Zhixia what happened just to satisfy her curiosity. Telling many things again would be like opening the wound for others to see.

"I didn't kick you when I was sleeping last night, did I?" Wen Zhixia ate the cake and gradually recovered her energy.

"I don't have time to sleep," Fan Xiaolin wailed. "My boss said if I don't submit my manuscript, I'll be transferred to a local station. I was so scared that I stayed up all night."

Wen Zhixia patted her head sympathetically and said, "I'm going to work soon. You can catch up on your sleep. I'll make you dinner when I get back from get off work."

"Great!"

For nearly a week after that, Fu Ruoshi did not contact Wen Zhixia again.

Maybe it was the heat, or maybe it was because she was too busy with work. Wen Zhixia was so busy shuttling between the hospital and home that she almost forgot about this person.

Fan Xiaolin would still come to her house to write and eat whenever she had free time. When she wrote at night, Wen Zhixia would sleep more soundly to the sound of the keyboard.

This evening.

Wen Zhixia ended the consultation.

The content is about a female patient who was treated a few days ago. She suffered burns caused by the explosion of pesticides after exposure to the sun. The burns above the chest were very serious, and her esophagus was also burned to the extent that she needed intubation.

But the patient's husband was unwilling to be intubated and came to the hospital several times to argue.

At this moment, Xiaoya knocked on the door and came in.

"Zhixia, Zhang Zhiming's family is here to see you!" She pointed outside, "Go quickly!"

Wen Zhixia was delighted and strode towards the inpatient department.

Previously, due to Zhang Zhiming’s family’s financial situation, his family had been asking for him to be transferred to another hospital. Wen Zhixia and the leaders of the foundation urged them countless times and communicated with Zhang Zhiming’s family countless times, and finally they received the funding.

She walked faster and faster and almost bumped into Director Wu who was coming towards her.

"Slow down," Wu Heng pulled her along. "Remember to check your email later. The paper you submitted to the surgical journal has been accepted!"

The good news came so quickly that Wen Zhixia was still confused when she ran to the door of Zhang Zhiming's ward.

A woman with a child in plain clothes saw Wen Zhixia and knelt down in front of her, "Doctor Wen, you are my husband's savior!"

As she spoke, she took out a red envelope and stuffed it into Wen Zhixia's white coat.

"No, no! We have rules!" Wen Zhixia was terrified. "I'm going to lose my job if you do this."

After entering the ward, Yang Qing rested for a while and then he was less excited.

Zhang Zhiming just changed his medicine this morning and is in better spirits than before.

"Doctor Wen, Director Wu told us everything," Yang Qing took the child aside.

The little girl said hello, auntie, very obediently.

"Your daughter is so cute." Wen Zhixia praised.

Yang Qing couldn't help crying when she saw her husband covered in gauze on the bed.

"Director Wu said that you have been communicating with the foundation leaders. You have taken the best care of our Zhiming. We really met a good person." She said while wiping her tears.

Zhang Zhiming also kept nodding in agreement.

"It's all my job." Wen Zhixia felt embarrassed by the compliment, "It's my duty."

Yang Qing shook his head. "You don't know, we went to other hospitals to ask around, and everyone there, from nurses to attending physicians, wants red envelopes. How can we afford it?"

She was about to cry again. "I had almost given up on him, thinking if he's disabled, then so be it. I'll take care of him. But my daughter is only three years old. If she goes to school, gets a job, and gets married, and people know her dad is disabled, won't they bully her to death?"

Wen Zhixia's heart was stabbed.

"Ahem!" Xiaoya said quickly, "No, Dr. Wen will try his best to apply for subsidies for you. You have to cheer up too."

"You guys are so kind." Yang Qing was filled with emotion. "I didn't have a job before, but after Zhiming's accident, I started working part-time. I also learned how to make short videos and crowdfunding. I can earn a little every day, even if it's only five or ten yuan, it's better than nothing."

She took Wen Zhixia's hand and exclaimed, "Oh, Doctor Wen, you are so amazing and beautiful, and your hands are beautiful too."

Wen Zhixia's hands were very thin and white, but not soft and weak. One could tell at a glance that they were hands that could hold a scalpel and had seen blood and saved lives.

She was wearing a plain white coat and a simple low ponytail, and she was still radiantly beautiful.

"Really? You're the most beautiful person I've ever seen." Yang Qing kept praising her. "Any man who marries you must have accumulated ten lifetimes of virtue!"

Wen Zhixia laughed dryly, "I suggest he not marry, and leave his good deeds to someone who needs them more."

"Doctor Wen, I'm a rural woman with little education," Yang Qing said embarrassedly. "Please don't mind if I say something wrong."

"How could that be?" Wen Zhixia shook her head. "Zhiming is so strong, and you work so hard. You will definitely live a good life in the future."

The two chatted for a while, and Wen Zhixia saw that it was almost time, so she prepared to go back to the office to reply to emails.

From the inpatient department to the office, you have to walk through a long corridor.

There were not many people in the corridor at this time. Wen Zhixia had just walked halfway when she vaguely heard footsteps behind her.

She subconsciously looked back, and suddenly, a huge impact force hit her.

A dark and thin man rushed over and pushed Wen Zhixia against the wall.

"Ah!" Wen Zhixia screamed in shock.

"You quacks, what right do you have to intubate my wife?" The man pinched her neck viciously. "Do you believe I'll kill you?"