Chapter 8 — The night before the marriage registration day, my fiance returned my household registration book

Chu Trach's pitiful scream echoed throughout the scene. The intense pain caused him to faint on the spot. I picked up the first aid bag and ran over. After injecting a strong dose of painkiller, I quickly stopped the bleeding and bandaged his wound.

“I can't hold my legs anymore.”

"It must be amputated immediately. Otherwise, he will die from excessive blood loss and compression syndrome."

I calmly told Giang Ky. He nodded slightly and immediately commanded the rescue team to speed up the demolition. Half an hour later. Chu Trach was taken out of the car and transferred to an ambulance. Lam Dao put on the rescue team's blanket and stood trembling to one side. When she heard me say that her leg had to be amputated, her face immediately turned pale.

“Cut... cut legs?”

“So won't he become disabled?”

She muttered as if lost. Upon arriving at the hospital, I immediately took Chu Trach into the operating room. I hate him. But on the operating table... He was just my patient. The surgery lasted six hours. In the end, Chu Trach's entire right leg below the knee was forced to be amputated. When I tiredly walked out of the operating room. The hallway is deserted. Lam Dao has disappeared. A nurse stepped forward and whispered:

“After knowing that he would have to have his leg amputated, Ms. Lam quietly left.”

"Before leaving, I took the phone from his jacket pocket and transferred all the remaining money in the account, more than tens of thousands of yuan, to my account."

The next morning. Chu Trach woke up. The anesthetic hasn't worn off yet, so he can't feel the pain yet. As soon as he saw me standing next to the hospital bed, his eyes immediately lit up.

“Jing Jing... did you save me?”

“You know... I still have you in my heart.”

I looked at him with emotionless eyes.

“I saved you because I am a doctor.”

The smile on Chu Trach's face stiffened. He instinctively moved his legs. Below the right knee there is only space left. He panicked and pulled the blanket off. Look at the amputated leg wrapped with white bandage. Desperate screams echoed throughout the hospital room.

“My leg!”

“Where are my feet?”

“Tong Tinh!”

“What have you done to me?”

I calmly watched him go crazy.

“Your leg was crushed.”

“If not amputated, the person who will die will be you.”

“Ah, by the way, let me tell you some news.”

“Your good sister stole all the money left in the account.”

“When she stepped on your broken leg to climb out, she didn't care if you lived or died.”

Zhou Ze was stunned. In that moment. All the beliefs he had stubbornly maintained collapsed completely. With tears and snot streaming down his face, he trembled as he reached out to grab the hem of my blouse.

“Tinh Tinh...”

“I only have you left.”

“Don't leave me, okay?”

“From now on, I will listen to whatever you say.”

I took a step back, avoiding his hand. At that moment, Giang Ky pushed the door open and walked in. He very naturally wrapped his arms around my waist. I looked straight at Chu Trach and slowly said each word:

“Chu Trach.”

“Next month, Giang Ky and I will get married.”

“I wish you…”

“For the rest of your life, sit in a wheelchair and think carefully.”

Two years later. My two-year mission to support Xinjiang has finally ended successfully. During that time, Giang Ky and I registered our marriage right on Xinjiang land. Then because dispatched for work, he followed me back to his home city. The day the plane landed, the sky was clear blue without a single cloud. Giang Ky pushed the luggage cart, and I took his arm and walked shoulder to shoulder out of the airport lobby. Taking a deep breath of the familiar air, I smiled slightly.

“Finally, we're back.”

Giang Ky bent down and gently kissed my forehead.

“Doctor Tong, welcome home.”

After returning, we bought a large apartment right in the city center. Then they started busy preparing for the wedding. The day we went to pick up our wedding dress, we stopped the car and waited at a red light at an intersection. Giang Ky suddenly looked towards the sidewalk and said:

“That person... looks a bit familiar.”

I looked in the direction he pointed. A man with half-white hair and ragged clothes was sitting in a wheelchair.