Chapter 3 — The night before the marriage registration day, my fiance returned my household registration book

Three hours later. Every trace of me in the apartment was erased. Looking at the half-empty wardrobe. There is no longer any attachment in my heart. There was just an unprecedented feeling of relief. Eleven o'clock at night. The sound of fingerprint unlocking rang out at the door. Chu Trach pushed the door and walked in. Seeing several large garbage bags stacked in the living room, he stopped.

“What are you doing?”

I didn't raise my head and continued to stuff the last few books into the carton. Chu Trach walked over and glanced at the pile of clothes in the trash bag.

"Aren't you just going to Yunnan for a few days? Why did you throw away so many clothes?"

"If the old doesn't go, the new won't come."

He thought I was angry and sighed helplessly.

“Tinh Tinh, please don't say such sarcastic words, okay?”

“Dao Dao went to the private hospital for a check-up today.”

“The doctor said she had a severe anxiety disorder, leading to physical symptoms.”

“She is really pitiful, she has no relatives left around.”

“You are the one who grew up with her since childhood, how can you ignore her?”

What about you? I laughed coldly in my heart. Is there any brother who cooks porridge and peels shrimp for his sister in the middle of the night? I sealed the carton with tape.

“Whether you take care of her or not is none of my business.”

“So why are you still coming back here?”

Chu Trach walked to the TV shelf and pulled out the drawer.

"Dao Dao's sleeping pills are gone. I remembered there was still a bottle in the house so I went back to get it."

He found the bottle of medicine and conveniently put it in his pocket.

“Tinh Tinh, this time it was you who made me suffer.”

"When Dao Dao calms down emotionally, I will immediately re-arrange the wedding."

“Let's go to the Maldives to reorganize, okay?”

He reached out to hug me. I leaned away to avoid it.

"It's late. I want to rest. Go ahead."

Chu Trach's arm stopped in midair. He awkwardly withdrew his hand.

"Okay. You should rest early. Remember to be safe when going to Yunnan tomorrow."

“When you get there, send me the location.”

Walking to the door, he turned to look at me again.

“Tinh Tinh, you are a sensible girl.”

“Don't make me too tired.”

The door closed. I took a few trash bags outside and threw them straight into the trash can in the hallway. Understand? Understand the monkey thing. Early the next morning. I pulled my suitcase and took the car to the airport. While waiting to board the plane, the phone suddenly rang. It's a message from Chu Trach. He sent a photo. In the photo is a wrist with a light red scratch. Not even blood has flowed.

“Jing Jing, last night Dao Dao got sick again and almost cut her wrist.”

“Luckily you discovered it in time.”

"I probably won't be able to contact you in the next few days. Just have fun."

I looked at the screen. Then immediately turn off the phone. Then remove the SIM card and throw it in the trash. The loudspeaker blared to announce boarding. I stood up. Without looking back, walked straight towards the security check door. Goodbye, Chu Trach. Goodbye, stupid Tong Tinh of the past. The plane landed in Urumqi, and I continued to ride the bus for another eight hours before reaching my place of work this time, a district-level town in Southern Xinjiang. Here, the wind and sand are foggy and the climate is dry. The hospital conditions were even harsher than I had ever imagined. Equipment is old and there is a serious shortage of medical personnel. But I don't have time to complain. As soon as I put down my luggage, I was immediately called to the emergency room to participate in an emergency surgery. The patient was a victim of a serious traffic accident, with a ruptured spleen and massive bleeding. I am the main doctor. After four hours of standing on the operating table, the patient was finally brought back from death's door. Stepping out of the operating room, I was so tired that I had to lean my back against the wall. At that moment, a bottle of mineral water was brought in front of me. I raised my head to look. It was a man wearing a special police uniform. Deep eyes, high straight nose. The military uniform was still covered in dust and some blood stains that had not yet been cleaned.

“Thank you, Dr. Tong, for saving my brothers.”

His voice was low, a bit hoarse. I took the water bottle, opened it, took a sip, and calmly replied:

“That is my responsibility.”

He looked at the nameplate on my chest.

“Did the Xinjiang hospital doctor just arrive?”

"I'm Giang Ky, part of the District Special Police Team."

Having finished speaking, he nodded slightly then turned and walked into the hospital room. My life in Xinjiang thus began. Every day is so busy that it feels like a whirlwind. So busy that I hardly have time to remember the dirty things that happened in the country. Half a month later. Zhou Ze finally discovered that I had disappeared.