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

Say goodbye to the past and say goodbye to the dead.

Everyone's life finally returned to normal.

Everyone seemed to have forgotten Gu Chenxin.

Since Ling Yue appeared in time and rescued everyone in the mine.

He missed Ling Yue all the time.

"Yuer, I told you that once everything returns to normal, I will let you come back to my side."

Similarly, without her adoptive father, Ling Yue returned to her normal life.

She found her direction again and decided to reopen the clinic she had transferred.

Many years ago, because of her divorce from Gu Chenxin, she sold the clinic and joined the Red Cross medical rescue team, traveling to Southeast Asia.

At this moment, Ling Yue was standing under the sycamore tree at the entrance of Qingxiang Lane, staring at the mottled bronze plaque in a daze.

The four words "Xinyue Clinic" were repainted in mint green, and the small sun pattern she carved with a scalpel was still retained in the corner.

That was more than ten years ago, in the third month after she was demobilized, she squatted in front of the iron gate and cut it with a scalpel blade.

She wants to carve all the haze in her heart into light.

Today, the bronze medal glows with a warm light under the autumn sun, as if it has been polished every day.

"Are you here to see the transfer?"

The intermediary girl in a black office suit came trotting forward with a folder in her arms.

Her high heels made a small clicking sound on the bluestone slabs.

"This clinic is in a great location, quiet in a busy city. The surrounding residents are all talking about the former Dr. Ling..."

The sycamore leaves swirled and fell on the glass door of the clinic. Ling Yue's fingers stroked the shallow scratch on the edge of the door frame.

Those were the traces left by Gu Chenxin when she pursued me fifteen years ago and came to the clinic to move medical equipment. They were still there.

"Two million?" Ling Yue clenched the transfer notice, and the paper made a crackling sound in his palm.

The price offered by the current operator is 30% higher than the market price.

"Please take a look at the clinic first. We can negotiate the price with the previous owner."

Ling Yue's fingers unconsciously rubbed the strap of her bag, which contained the certificate of her resignation from the military hospital.

Yi Chen originally found a job for her from Dean Chen in the emergency department of the Military Region General Hospital.

But she insisted on sticking to her own ideas.

The moment the agent pushed open the glass door, the bitter smell of disinfectant mixed with mint hit him in the face.

It was the overlap of two familiar flavors in her memory.

The sofa in the waiting area was still made of the light grey fabric she had chosen, and the green ivy in the corner had grown into a green curtain along the wooden frame nailed there that year, but the flowerpot had been replaced with Jingdezhen blue-and-white porcelain.

The bottom of the basin was painted with a tiny word "Yi" in red paint. She recognized it as Yi Chen's handwriting.

Ling Yue paused, she was a little hesitant...Yi Chen.

"The examination tables and equipment in the inner room are all brand new."

The agent led her down the hallway, the wooden floorboards making a familiar creaking sound under her feet.

"Look at this wall. The previous owner specifically requested that it be preserved, saying it was his most precious memory."

Ling Yue's attention was instantly attracted.

The entire white wall was turned into a photo wall, from the ceiling to the baseboards, covered with photos of her working as a medical volunteer in South Africa:

There are figures bandaging children in refugee camps,

There was her carrying a first aid kit through the rain forest,

There was also the scene in the village that year when she squatted on the ruins and fed water to the old man.

Of course, there are also every detail of her time at the border post.

The date and location were written in pen beneath each photo.

The latest photo was taken a year and a half ago, showing her rescuing villagers who had fallen off a cliff at the outpost. "2022.3.30 Yue'er, I'm here."

"You said, these were left by the previous boss?" Ling Yue's voice trembled, and her fingertips ran across a photo of her holding a little girl who had recovered from malaria.

A dried geranium petal was pinned to the edge of the frame. "When did he...take over?"

"Let me see..." The agent flipped through the documents. "It was transferred about seven years ago."

“You suddenly went to South Africa at that time, and this gentleman took over.

His surname is Chen, and he said he wanted to keep it temporarily for a friend.

Now that I think about it, that friend must be you.

The name has not been changed for so many years. It is said that even the surgical records left by the hospital at that time are locked in the data room..."

The door of the information room was ajar.

When Ling Yue pushed open the door, the scent of camphor wood mixed with the musty smell of paper pages hit her nose.

I remember that she picked out the walnut bookcase herself.

On the top shelf was the torn copy of the Field Surgery Manual.

On the title page, there is an extra line of small words next to Yuan's father's message:

"Every time I disinfected it, I was afraid of damaging it. Later, I realized that Yue'er's notes were more precious than her textbooks."

The glass jar contains the medical badges from various countries that she collected over the years.

In the most conspicuous position was placed a silver sniper medal - it was won by Yi Chen in the military competition.

"Yuer, this is for you..."

She remembered Yi Chen saying, "Keep the one I love."

In the drawer of the examination table, prescriptions with the word "Xinyue" printed on them are neatly stacked.

There was a small red cross painted on the top of the head, and very fine words in the corner:

"After the seventh revision, it finally looks like the format Yue'er uses for her medical records."

Ling Yue's vision blurred, and he suddenly remembered Yi Chen's teachings before every mission: he would always silently check his first aid kit.

Ling Yue placed the hemostat at her usual angle, just like the scalpel in the drawer at the moment, the handle of the knife always facing 45 degrees to the right - that was the most convenient direction for her to hold the knife with her right hand.

It turned out that he had never left and had been waiting in his own way.

"Doctor Ling?"

The agent's voice came from the corridor, "Mr. Chen is here."

The sound of leather shoes stopped at the door.

Yi Chen was wearing his usual navy blue windbreaker and holding a brown paper bag in his hand.

His eyes swept across her red eyes, his Adam's apple moved, and he placed the paper bag on the examination table.

"What happened to my Yue'er?"

Seeing that Ling Yue didn't say anything, Yi Chen signaled the agent to leave.

"Seeing you were going to transfer the property, I went to the agency the next day after I heard the news."

"the next day?"

No wonder my clinic was transferred so quickly and at such a good price.

Yi Chen's finger slid across a group photo on the photo wall.

That was when she was providing free medical treatment to mountain people at the border, and Ling Yue stood on tiptoe to examine the eyes of an elderly man...

"This... must have been taken when I was hiding in the Dato's organization."

"This is the medical report you send back every time you come back from South Africa."

Yi Chen took out a thick scrapbook from the paper bag.

Inside was posted every medical paper she had ever published on medical rescue.

Of course, there are also thank-you cards sent by patients from various countries.

"I'll adjust the clinic's treatment fees to the same as what you pay at the refugee camp. It's three dollars for a cold, five dollars for a wound, and the extra money will be used to buy medicine and mail it to you at the border."

Ling Yue suddenly realized.

It turned out that all the supplies received at the border were sent by Yi Chen.

“In fact, the key to the clinic has never been changed, and I will come to check it out once in a while.

I hope to meet you here. But you are still too busy..."

"Yi Chen..." Ling Yue couldn't help but sigh in her heart at this moment.