Lan Xue's initial impression of the hospital was filled with the smell of disinfectant. Her father took her to the hospital. A group of uncles and uncles in white coats gave her delicious food. Her father was busy when she went out. She sat on a high chair and watched the doctors and uncles treat various patients.

Some of the patients had sadness on their faces and hopes. At that time, the little Lan Xue didn't understand, but only knew that when they left, they would say gratefully, "Thank you, the doctor."

It's really great to be thanked by so many people.

Lan Xue told her father that she would become a doctor when she grew up.

My mother told her that being a doctor is hard and tiring, and she has to work night shifts at night. Some emergency situation occurs. Even in the middle of the night, the doctor will get up from the bed and rush over. The doctor has no stable holidays, and even stays in the hospital for the New Year. Just like my father, the New Year's Eve dinner should be eaten together, but he still has to perform surgery on patients with sudden illness in the hospital.

She asked, is it so hard to be a doctor? Does Ah Xue still have to be a doctor?

Lan Xue was not afraid. She was a small person at that time. Even if she straightened her chest, she just reached her mother's waist. Her voice was tender and crisp, "I want to treat diseases and save people like my father, and I will not be afraid no matter how hard or tired she is."

My mother also has to work. Sometimes she is too busy, so Lan Xue has to stay in the hospital with her father. Watching her father judge the condition, watching the patients being admitted to the hospital, and the patients being discharged one by one, she is full of longing.

In the future, she will also become an excellent doctor to help patients recover.

One day, a group of people suddenly made a fuss. They poured paint on the clean door of Lan Xue's house and blocked the door to insult him. Dad was not there, and the little Lan Xue was very scared and hugged in her mother's arms and looked at the door in horror.

While it was noisy, my father came back and had an argument with people outside. My mother went out to help, but was pushed and fell down with her heart covering.

Lan Xue was scared to tears. She wiped her tears, and her father's desperate plea was in her ears: "Let me take her to the hospital first, get out of the way, please get out of the way!"

"You have cured my son to death and you have to pay the money. If you don't say you have to pay the money today, don't think about leaving this building!!"

"Yes!! Lose money! Lose money!!"

The police and the ambulance came, but my mother could never wake up again.

Lan Xue looked at the abominable people, her heart was filled with fear and disgust.

She doesn't want to be a doctor anymore, she doesn't want to be a doctor anymore!

After seeing off my mother, my father was about to put on the white coat again.

The little child cried and made a fuss and refused to let him go to the hospital, "Why did Dad go to save those bad people? They are bad people!!"

"They killed mom, why did dad go..."

The man who was always happy and laughing was covered in blood. He looked at his daughter silently for a while, slowly squatted down, looking straight at Xiao Lanxue.

His voice was hoarse and unpleasant, but it was forever engraved in the depths of Lan Xue's memory, "Axue, dad is a doctor, and the doctor's duty is to save lives."

The little child sobbed, "But, but they will beat their father..."

As a doctor, no one will measure how many lives they have saved, and will only attack frantically after leaving a patient under his command.

This world is so sarcastic and ridiculous. No one remembers how many people he saved.

But even if the dead person is not the doctor's fault, he will be clearly counted on his head.

"Dad, don't be a doctor, okay..."

"But if everyone is not a doctor, then when people get sick, who will they come to see?"

The man who seemed to have become much older in a short time smiled bitterly and touched his daughter's head, and said warmly, "Don't be afraid, Dad will work hard, do better and better, so that they will not hit Dad."

Gradually, Lan Xue grew up. She was obviously rejecting this environment, but she still applied to the Medical University.

She still remembered the crazy insulting woman in front of her. When the operation was over, the patient's signs were not very good. She followed the instructor to observe, and she carefully recorded everything the instructor told her.

Lan Xue even remembered that the man smiled kindly and gratefully on his face, "Thank you, doctor, I'm really bothering you."

A gentle smile turned into a hideous face.

"It's you who killed my son! It's you!"

"My son was talking to me well before the operation. After the operation, the person was gone. Have you neglected your duties? If you don't treat my son well, and don't give the right medicine, you will know that it will cost expensive medicine. I have spent so much money in your hospital. You have cured my son to death, bah!"

Lan Xue avoided her waving hand, and the sharp voices of the woman in her ear seemed to be blocked, and she returned to that summer.

My mother was rescued in an ambulance, my father was crying heart-wrenchingly, and the harsh sounds of the family members who were making trouble.

At this time, the movement here attracted people around. The doctor who was checking the rounds next to him rushed over, "Miss, please calm down first..."

"Get out!!"

Obviously, the strong and strong male doctor was not her target. Facing Lan Xue, who was pale and obviously in a weak position, the middle-aged woman burst into strong hatred.

She also knew that she was no match for the male doctor, and she also knew that Lan Xue in front of her was innocent, but she just wanted to vent her anger.

In order to treat their son's illness, they almost spent all their savings. Although the doctor said he was not optimistic, he still had hope. After watching his child die with his own eyes, she couldn't accept it.

That was her child. She had been raising a child for more than ten years. He had just entered high school and his future should be very long.

College, work, marry, and have children.

These should be her children...

Such a sensible child knew that he had the disease and refused to treat it. He said that it would not be cured anyway, but she was unwilling to accept it. Such a well-behaved son, with excellent grades and filial piety to his parents, even returned with a scholarship a few days ago.

The family sat at the dining table, happily imagining the future, but why was it because her child had that kind of disease, and why wasn't she sick?

They lost all their money and came to the best hospital, placing all their hopes on the doctor, hoping that the child could be cured.

Even if you spend all your money.

Just live, just live!

She was in pain when she was guarding the child in bed, but she still tried hard to comfort her mother with a smile. She wiped her tears and raised some money to give it to the doctor, hoping that they could be more attentive to the child.

"The hospital has regulations, we cannot charge it. You can take it back and take it back. Don't worry, we will do our best."

She returned to the ward nervously, and she praised her son on the bed.

"They don't want to send them red envelopes. They must be a good doctor and will definitely cure you."

She was waiting with hope, but what did she wait for later?

"It's all you, it's all your fault!"

The doctor who once admired and grateful became the sinner in her eyes. Looking at the weak and incapable young doctor in front of her, she glanced at the portrait hanging in the corridor from the corner of her eyes, gritted her teeth and pulled it down, raised her hands and rushed up.

"I tell you! You killed my son!! You murderer! I want you all to go to prison!! All of them are buried with my children!"

"ah--"

Seeing the big portrait hitting the girl, the screams sounded, and the nurse who couldn't bear it turned out to look over and didn't dare to look.

Lan Xue subconsciously stretched out her arms to block it and closed her eyes tightly.

The sound of the glass breaking sounded, and she felt no pain.

Her shoulders were wrapped around her warm hands, and she opened her eyes in a daze, trying to see what was going on, but her hand gently covered her eyes, with the lover's low voice in her ears, "Don't be afraid, it's okay."

The portrait that lost the glass level fell heavily. Wei Mingyan slowly withdrew his arm that blocked the portrait. The sleeves of the white coat were stained with blood. He protected Lan Xue, who was trembling all over, and his left hand was always covered in her eyes.

Blood fell to the ground drop by drop, and the mother who lost her son's eyes were full of dazzling redness. She took a daze and took a step back, her expression no longer as hideous as before.

Wei Mingyan's expression was calm, as if he could not feel the pain in his right arm, and his eyes looked at her, "Before the operation, Zhao Yan once told me that he hoped not to undergo this operation."

Zhao Yan is the dead young man.

"His disease cannot be cured according to the current medical level. We have already told you clearly when we were admitted to the hospital. The preliminary treatment itself is very painful. He is only sixteen years old, and it is already very uncomfortable to bear these things. What he can't accept is the pain that will be accompanied by a lifetime."

"If the operation is successful, in order to prolong his life, he must use expensive drugs to maintain it every day. The operation has a half chance of hemiplegia. You told him that he would take care of him for the rest of his life, but never thought whether he would like this."

"Doctors are not gods. We also have people who cannot be saved and diseases that cannot be cured."

"I remember correctly. What did he say to you before going for the surgery."

The woman stared at the calm expression in front of her, as if she had seen through him, and the weak voice of her son seemed to be heard in her ears.

"Mom, if I can't wake up, don't be too sad, at least I don't have to hurt anymore."

"Take good care of yourself and thank the doctor for me."

She couldn't accept that her child was gone. He was so well-behaved and sensible Yanyan. He closed his eyes and never opened it again.

Since the discovery of this disease, their whole family has tried their best to cure the disease and lost all their money, but they have achieved such a result.

She couldn't accept it.

All the anger was vented on the doctor who was once extremely grateful.

But, the doctor did something wrong...

Lan Xue was covered by Wei Mingyan's eyes. She wanted to break free, but her lover, who had always been obedient to her, firmly did not take her hands away.

Almost leaning against the man's arms, she heard a sad cry suddenly coming from the front.

"Yanyan!! Damn Yanyan!!!"

"Why are you leaving like this!!!"

The woman knelt on the ground, crying indescribable voice.

Wei Mingyan silently took Lan Xue directly to the nurse station next to him.

"Doctor Wei!"

Several nurses were shocked when they watched the man with his right arm dyed red.

Lan Xue's eyes were released and she also saw the dazzling bright redness.
To be continued...