“His parents have remarried and have their own families, so meeting would be inconvenient. His sister, Shi Miao from our cardiac surgery department, even skipped the parent-on-stage segment at her wedding.”
Xu Bingduo had heard about his future son-in-law’s family situation from Zhao Mingde.
He had been so happy just now that he forgot about it.
“Dad just mentioned it casually. Don’t take it to heart.” He and his wife were very open-minded, and besides, he had personally facilitated this son-in-law. Formalities didn’t matter. “If you want to get the marriage certificate, just go ahead. Marriage is your own business; you don’t need our approval.”
He didn’t say more. “When your relationship is stable, bring Shi Wenli home for dinner anytime.”
“Thanks, Dad.”
Chi Min glanced at her daughter; happiness was written all over her face, impossible to hide.
Her husband was right—the marriage her daughter had always wanted was with Shi Wenli.
She chatted with her parents until ten o’clock, then went back to her room.
After showering, she sat down at the desk. Instead of flipping open a medical record, she first took a sticky note and carefully wrote down today’s feelings—
Xu Qinghe, congratulations.
January 15th, your lucky day.
You and Shi Wenli are together.
At this moment, what else could you ask for?
What else can’t you forgive the world, or orthopedics?
She tore off the sticky note and stuck it on the lampshade.
Today, she could forgive the whole world.
She even felt like checking in on the medical department head, asking if his blood pressure was high recently and whether he was in a good mood.
She then found a pencil and turned to the last page of her medical record notebook.
Grandma:
Seeing this letter is like seeing me.
I study the case records you left every day and have gained a lot. Today, I secretly tell you and Grandpa a piece of good news: Shi Wenli and I are together.
I hope you and Grandpa are well in the other world. Shi Wenli and I will get along well.
——Qinghe
After studying two case records, it was already eleven o’clock, but Xu Qinghe felt no trace of sleepiness.
Because she was in such a good mood, the next day at work, every colleague who saw her asked if her first-author paper had been officially accepted and was about to be published.
Before her relationship with Shi Wenli was stable, she didn’t plan to announce it publicly, so she nodded along with the colleagues’ speculation.
After finishing her second surgery in the morning, Xu Qinghe finally had time to check WeChat.
The first message was from Shi Wenli, asking: [What time are you going to lunch? If our schedules align, I’ll wait for you.]