The Great Doctor Girl

April 4

In the early morning, the sky seemed to be covered by a huge and heavy gray curtain. The gloomy tone was just like my heavy mood at the moment, so depressing that it made it almost hard to breathe.

I walked into the clinic with steps that felt as heavy as if they were filled with lead. Although the work was still as busy as usual, that invisible sense of oppression followed me like a ghost and could not be shaken off.

Patients came in and out one after another, and the medical room was filled with all kinds of painful groans and urgent requests.

I repeated the diagnosis and treatment actions mechanically and numbly, like a puppet without a soul.

It was not until noon that the arrival of an older sister with a haggard face and eyes full of helplessness and despair caused a tiny ripple in my heart, which was as silent as a pool of stagnant water.

She dragged her heavy steps and slowly sat down in front of my examination table. She said in a hoarse voice, "I heard that Dr. Luo, you might have a way to cure my son Huang's illness." As she spoke, she handed me a thick medical record with trembling hands.

I opened the medical record and saw that the patient's surname was Huang, he was 42 years old, and he had been diagnosed with lung cancer for more than a year. However, the treatment effect had always been poor, and the disease had recurred repeatedly. This originally warm family was almost torn apart by this long and cruel illness.

The previous doctors all shook their heads, thinking that his hope of recovery was extremely slim. The family was now just holding on to the last glimmer of hope of "trying everything possible".

After asking about his condition in detail, I took out a pen and carefully recorded his daily living habits and living environment. Everything was normal.

Then I asked about his horoscope, and it looked good, so there was a cure.

Based on these clues, my initial judgment gradually became clear in my mind - he is young, doesn't smoke, and there are no pollution sources in his work environment, so external factors can basically be ruled out.

Certain characteristics in his horoscope seemed to hint at a possible turnaround, which basically confirmed his judgment.

He looked at his elder sister with a determined look: "Elder sister, is your kitchen in the northwest of the house? Is the cabinet color red?"

The eldest sister's eyes widened, her face filled with surprise, and she nodded continuously: "Hey, Doctor Luo, how did you know?"

I nodded slightly and patiently explained, "Sister, in feng shui, the northwest is known as the Heavenly Gate, and red represents fire. This layout is called 'Fire Burning the Heavenly Gate,' and it can easily lead to serious illness." Seeing her eager and expectant expression, I continued, "How about this, Sister? Take me to your house to see the overall layout. Perhaps I can offer some advice and find a solution."

After arranging the affairs of the clinic, I followed my eldest sister to her home.

As soon as I entered the house, I looked around carefully. The layout of the whole house was generally good, except that the kitchen was located in the northwest, and the bright red cabinets had a negative impact on the fortune of the house.

The northwest is the Qian Palace, which is the main male owner of the house. It is also called the "Heaven Gate". If the Heaven Gate is burned, the owner will be injured.

The five elements belong to metal, which is most afraid of fire. The kitchen stove and red items are all fire. It is most unsuitable to place them in the northwest Qian Palace!

However, this situation is not completely unchangeable and can be improved with just a few minor adjustments.

I took out the "Shanhai Zhen" that I had prepared in advance from my bag. It is an object specially used to adjust feng shui, and hung it steadily in a corner of the kitchen.

"Next, change the color of the cabinet to khaki, which can effectively dispel the anger." I pointed to the cabinet and explained the specific method in detail to the elder sister.

My elder sister was so grateful that she quickly took out a red envelope from her bag and eagerly gave it to me to express her gratitude.

I quickly waved my hand to refuse and said sincerely, "Sister, let's wait until your husband's condition has improved significantly before we talk."

I have seen this kind of scene too many times. After such adjustments, many families have rekindled the dawn of hope in their lives, and there are also many cases where the condition gradually improves.

At this moment, I seemed to have regained some firm confidence in the future.

However, this short-lived good mood did not last long.

In the afternoon, the sunlight still could not penetrate the thick clouds. I was about to sort the medicinal herbs when a figure suddenly came into my sight.

Through the window, I saw Su Jingyan and Huang Junze walking slowly out of the hospital across the street side by side.

He held her tightly, his expression serious and focused, as if he was carefully planning every next step for her.

My heart suddenly tightened and I turned my head away in panic, trying to pretend that I didn't see anything.

But how can I easily ignore the waves in my heart? Their extremely intimate appearance is like a sharp sword, piercing my heart mercilessly, making me so painful that I can't breathe.

Su Jingyan nestled tenderly in Huang Junze's arms, and said in a sweet voice, "Junze, thank goodness you've always been with me. If it weren't for you, I really don't know how I would have managed to hold on. Oh, how great it would have been if I hadn't left you."

Huang Junze's eyes were filled with pity, and he comforted her softly, "Let's not talk about the past anymore. You being well now is more important to me than anything else."

"Junze, you are the one I have always loved in my heart."

Su Jingyan was secretly proud of herself, thinking that she just didn't want Huang Junze to marry another woman.

"You are the one I love in my heart."

Huang Junze only hopes to accompany her through the last moments of her life. After all, Su Jingyan is already in the late stage of thyroid cancer, and he really can't bear to let her leave this world with regrets.

When I dragged my tired body back home, Huang Junze was already waiting for me quietly in the living room.

He looked exhausted, his expression complicated and tangled, as if a fierce war was going on in his heart.

I tried to calm myself down and asked calmly, "Have you eaten yet?"

Huang Junze was silent for a long time before he replied in a muffled voice, "No, I'm not hungry."

As usual, I said gently, "Then I'll go cook."

He didn't respond.

Just then, his cell phone suddenly rang sharply.

He quickly glanced at the caller ID on the screen, then hurried to the balcony to answer it.

I caught a glimpse of his face and saw it instantly become nervous, and his tone became extremely gentle: "Jingyan, what's wrong?" After hanging up the phone, he hurriedly put on his coat and turned to go out.

"Are you going out again?" I couldn't help it anymore and my voice unconsciously raised a few decibels.

"I'm going out for a bit, I have something urgent to do." Without even turning his head, he simply said, "Don't wait for me."

Then he left the house in a hurry without hesitation. The loud bang of the closed door seemed to completely isolate the once deep feelings between us.

I stood there blankly, looking at his departing back. I felt as if a piece of my heart was hollowed out, and endless loss and pain instantly overwhelmed me.

The night deepened, like a huge black curtain covering the entire world, and Huang Junze never came back.

I curled up on the sofa alone, my heart gradually wrapped in an inexplicable chill.

This feeling is not just loneliness, but more of a deep sense of powerlessness and despair.

He is clearly still in my life, yet he seems to be drifting away, so far away that I can hardly reach him.

I raised my head and stared blankly at our sweet wedding photo on the wall. His smile in the photo was so warm and bright, but now, the happy smile in the photo and the indifference and ruthlessness in reality formed such a strong and cruel contrast that my heart ached again.

At midnight, when everything was completely silent, I finally dragged myself back to my bedroom and tried to sort out my tangled thoughts by writing in my diary:

April 4th, 27 days until the wedding.

Today, I adjusted the feng shui of a lung cancer patient and helped him identify the possible cause of his illness. Seeing the renewed hope in her eyes, I suddenly felt I still had the power to change things. However, looking back at my own life, it felt like I was stuck in a bottomless quagmire, and no matter how hard I struggled, I couldn't extricate myself.

Huang Junze accompanied Su Jingyan to the hospital today, and was busy arranging examinations for her. He then left in a hurry after receiving her call.

The warmth and promises of the past now seem like passing clouds, leaving behind only a heart full of pain and endless memories.

But I will marry you anyway.

He didn't come back tonight.

I believe you still have me in your heart.

Everything in the living room seemed so empty and deserted, and my heart seemed to be hollowed out, leaving only an empty and painful shell.

Looking at the pitch-black night outside the window, I felt my body getting heavier and heavier, and even every breath began to become difficult and painful.

It seemed that there was only one last bit of energy left in the body, and every heartbeat seemed to be draining away the last bit of strength.

I don't know if the wedding can still go ahead as planned in three days. Huang Junze, will you still marry me?

Her appearance shattered everything and made everything no longer beautiful.

I can only keep telling myself that things may not be completely irreversible yet, and there may still be hope.

Although I know very well in my heart that this kind of self-comfort is nothing but self-deception.

I couldn't sleep well tonight.

Everything in front of me became blurred, and the confusion in my heart was like a surging tide, swallowing me up mercilessly wave after wave.

Caught in this emotional vortex, I don’t know how long I can hold on. Perhaps, I will never be able to break free from this emotional web that binds me, and will eventually sink in pain and despair.