To My Dear Mr. Huo

What Su Qingsang didn't expect was that when she arrived at the hospital the next day, the pregnant woman named Zhang Mei was not well again.

She fell on the ward and was bleeding profusely. She and Zhang Qiubai tried their best, but failed to keep Zhang Mei's child.

A baby girl, a baby girl already formed. No matter how much Su Qingsang watched, he couldn't help feeling uncomfortable.

What surprised her was Zhang Mei's family members. They had a lot of trouble yesterday, but they don't scold them today.

Zhang Mei has been silent since the child was gone, and she has been lying there without making a sound or moving.

Su Qingsang was only an obstetrician and gynecologist. After a few words of comfort and some precautions, he turned around and left.

Zuo Hongchen went to a hospital in another city for an academic exchange a week ago, and only came back today. As soon as I came back, I came to find Su Qingsang.

The two agreed to go to dinner together. The hospital's cafeteria is on the first floor behind the inpatient department. It is also for the convenience of family members to come and buy meals for the patients.

Halfway through the meal, Su Qingsang and Zuo Hongchen heard screams and noises from outside.

After looking at Zuo Hongchen for a few seconds, the two got up at the same time and quickly rushed outside.

The bloody scene in front of him made Su Qingsang nauseated even if he was used to seeing life and death.

She and Zhang Qiubai, who had finally saved a life in the morning, collapsed on the open ground, surrounded by a pool of blood.

Zuo Hongchen was just stunned for a moment, then rushed over quickly: "Quick, call for a cart."

Su Qingsang reacted quickly and stepped forward. Before the cart came, she looked at Zuo Hongchen and shook her head.

"She's not breathing."

After the five words were finished, Su Qingsang's eyes were already red.

Zhang Mei's eyes were wide open on the ground, as if she was still looking at the blue sky above her head, Su Qingsang stretched out her hand tremblingly and closed her eyelids.

"Qingsang?" Zuo Hongchen found that her mood was not quite right. Su Qingsang stood there with her mouth covered, her heart pounding uncomfortably.

"She's out of breath." Su Qingsang called again.

The scene was chaotic, some people screamed, some people took pictures, and some people rushed towards this side.

Su Qingsang was helped by Zuo Hongchen: "Qingsang, are you alright?"

"She is my patient." Su Qingsang watched as someone covered Zhang Mei's body with a white cloth, tears welling up in her eyes: "She was fine this morning."

"It's none of your business." Zuo Hongchen glanced upstairs: "She should have jumped off herself."

Su Qingsang was silent. He gently pulled Zuo Hongchen's hand away.

The police came, and so did the hospital office. There was a lot of noise, and the hospital was in chaos.

Su Qingsang stayed in his office and waited for the result.

Soon, the identification results came out. Zhang Mei committed suicide. Natural reasons, the police are still further investigation.

As Zhang Mei's doctor, Su Qingsang was another person who participated in Zhang Mei's surgery for two consecutive days, and was also called for questioning.

This matter continued until the evening, when the police had asked all the people.

When Su Qingsang left the hospital gate, the cordon had been withdrawn, and the police had already left.

Huo Jinyao was leaning on the side of the car waiting for her, and saw her come out three steps and two steps: "Wife, are you off work? I made an appointment to see the car today. Shall we go now?"

Su Qingsang passed him and walked outside without stopping.

This sudden move made Huo Jinyao stunned for a moment, and the relaxed expression on his face disappeared: "Wife?"

Three shifts.