The love story of a wealthy family amid anti-fraud storm at the border

Ling Yue and Ye Qiuyun walked out of the Martyrs' Cemetery together.

Ye Qiuyun noticed that something was wrong with Ling Yue.

"Ling Yue, about your adoptive father..."

"Qiuyun, he brought me up single-handedly."

A gust of wind blew, and memories came flooding back like a tide.

It seems to carry the bitterness of disinfectant and the humidity of the tropical rainy season.

Ever since she could remember, Yuan Ye had been taking care of her personally, never leaving her side.

Thirty years ago, Ling Yue was seven years old.

At the refugee camp on the border, Ling Yue lay behind the canvas curtain of the medical tent.

She watched intently as Yuan Ye filled a bamboo tube with rainwater to prepare saline solution.

Moonlight filtered through the cracks in the plastic sheet and fell on the old scar on the back of his hand.

Ling Yue clearly remembered that he was scratched by shrapnel while assisting in mine clearance in Cambodia.

For medical workers, their hands are their life.

"Yuer, come here."

Yuan Ye always called Ling Yue to his side during breaks in his medical treatment.

He carefully used tweezers to hold medical cotton and gently wiped the barb on her palm.

"Yuer, do you see that little girl in the blue sari?

Her name is Maya, she's the same age as you, and the malarial parasites are having a sports meet in her veins."

"really?"

Ling Yue's frightened eyes seemed to understand something.

"So, Yue'er, you must always be careful, pay attention to hygiene, and wash your hands frequently. Got it?"

Ling Yue remembered that before she came of age, Yuan Ye's tone of voice when speaking to her always carried the gentle teasing characteristic of a doctor...

"Qiuyun, my father, has never said a harsh word to me."

Ye Qiuyun walked beside Ling Yue, listening patiently as she immersed herself in her childhood memories.

"Qiuyun, what I admire most about him is that no matter what the situation, he can adjust himself in time.

He used a syringe to precisely insert the patient's vein, his movements as steady as if he were mixing reagents in a laboratory.

During the days when I followed him around the streets, I saw him apply herbs wrapped in banana leaves to the backs of burned children.

I also saw him delivering babies late at night by the light of a kerosene lamp.

Even when he was detained by militants on the Laotian border, he used his fluent Dai language to cure the chief's mother's headache, buying her three precious days for evacuation."

Listening to Ling Yue's narration of his growth experience, Ye Qiuyun seemed to understand why Ling Yue was so tough and tenacious when he first joined the special forces.

"The first time I touched a scalpel was when I was thirteen years old at the border."

"You, came here when you were thirteen?"

"I've been here before, of course I haven't. Dad held my hand as I cut open a pig's heart for the experiment. It was the first time I felt the warm blood from an organ seeping through the lines of my surgical gloves."

In memory, Yuan Ye said to Ling Yue: "The heart is the toughest muscle, but also the most fragile pump."

Heart, Ling Yue didn't want to recall the memory of the heart transplant surgery.

"Dad always had mints in his white coat pocket. Whenever I felt uncomfortable in the dissection room, he would put one in my mouth. The coolness mixed with the smell of blood would explode on my tongue, and the discomfort would be relieved a lot."

“Medicine is not compassion, it is sober salvation.”

Yuan Ye's words kept echoing in Ling Yue's mind and she never forgot them.

"Qiuyun, I later realized that the gesture my father taught me to hold a scalpel was the same as the gesture Yichen taught me to hold a gun."

During a raid in the "no man's land" area on the border, Yi Chen protected himself behind a bulletproof shield.

“Remember, the hands that save people can also kill people, but the muzzle of the gun should always be pointed in the direction of the enemy.”

Yi Chen... Ling Yue ignored the memories of Yuan Ye taking her to fight the epidemic in the mountain village and meeting Yi Chen.

The first time they met was the most precious memory in her heart.

"Qiuyun, my seventeenth birthday present was a worn-out copy of the Field Surgery Manual from my father. It's my most precious gift."

Ling Yue vaguely remembered two lines of words circled in red pen on the cover of the manual: "To my little Yue'er - I hope you can both suture wounds and survive a hail of bullets."

That year, she had just received a notice to enlist in the special forces.

"I was overjoyed and went to find him to tell him the good news.

But I saw that he was scratched on the wrist by a reagent bottle that was knocked over while he was tidying up the laboratory.

I didn't quite understand why he locked himself in the sterilization room.

Through the glass, I saw him injecting antibiotics into the mirror, and the cold sweat on his forehead dripped onto the lab log...

The page was titled "On the Effects of Iridium-192 on Genetic Stability."

Now that I think about it, he was already doing some kind of research at the time, and sending me to the special forces not only fulfilled my dream, but also had a deeper meaning.”

At this moment, the wind from the cemetery lifted the corner of her clothes, revealing the first aid kit that she never leaves her waist.

Ling Yue suddenly choked up, "During the dry season in South Africa, my father took me to build a makeshift clinic in the ruins. He pointed to the figure carrying a medicine box in the distance and said to me:

“A doctor’s battlefield is not on the operating table, but in every corner where they are needed.”

Later I understood the other meaning of him sending her to the special forces.

He didn't want me to stay away from danger, but to keep the "final salvation" in his heart on the battlefield.

By the time Ling Yue finished speaking, her clothes were already wet with tears.

Her fingertips ran across the pattern of military medals on the edge of the lacquer box. That was the medal she received when she retired from the military.

Now it seems to be pieced together with fragments of memory.

Suddenly, the sound of crows came from afar, which sounded very much like the roar of military helicopters during the evacuation at the border that year.

She walked through the corridor between rows of tombstones, her heavy footsteps crushing a few withered magnolia petals at her feet.

As far as I can remember, there was nothing else in my yard except that old wisteria tree.

The yard is full of flowers every spring, and he always says that purple is the color closest to heaven.

But at the last moment, Yuan Ye, wearing a dusty white coat, fell into a mine that was darker than darkness.

"dad……"

Ling Yue looked back at the cemetery, although there was no tombstone for Yuan Ye here.

"Suma later became a barefoot doctor in her hometown. She wrote me a letter saying that the frangipani in front of her clinic had bloomed again."

Her fingertips traced the worn pen tucked into her pocket.

The tip of the pen still seemed to have the indentation left by Yuan Ye when he taught him how to write medical records.

"I can sew wounds and shoot now. But..."

My throat suddenly choked...

In the distance, the sound of Li Chaoyang's SUV horn came, startling the sparrows on the branches.

As they turned and walked towards the car, the window rolled down...

I saw Yi Chen in the passenger seat looking at me with concern.

"Yuer, are you okay? We're going back!"

While he was speaking, Ling Yue had already gotten into the car.

"Drive faster! The provincial government is still waiting to see the new medical supplies allocation plan."

Ling Yue is no longer in Yi Chen's company and has chosen to return to the medical industry.

In the rearview mirror, the white wall of the cemetery gradually shrank into a tiny dot.

Their comrades all rest here, and that is their medal, a medal that will never fade...