Accompanied by the melodious and mournful melody, there was a sudden loud sound of "bang", and a person fell from the eighth floor of the seven buildings of the Yilu Villa Community on the bustling and noisy Aiguo East Road, and there was an uproar all around, and the footsteps from far or near came one after another, and the whole street fell into chaos and commotion.

In an instant, the first floor of the seven buildings of Yilu Villa Community surrounded the human wall. People saw a young woman lying on the ground, with a pool of bright red and steaming blood under her head, the woman's face turned to the right, her blue face soaked in a pool of red blood, her eyes slightly open, some tears at the corners of her eyes, and black blood constantly gushing out from the corners of her mouth.

She wore her long hair, a handful of hair clutching her chin, and her body trembled slightly, like a dying, lowly sparrow, fluttering for a moment before gently falling to the cold ground. A gust of wind blew, and her face was covered with dust. Her unglued hair floated slightly, her sad expression froze, and her life was frozen in that sad smile.

Amid the sighs and whispers of the people, the door was suddenly pushed open, and an old lady of fifty or sixty years of age ran down like crazy, and she threw herself on the body of the deceased and wailed.

A sharp and piercing voice sounded, police cars and ambulances followed, the police questioned the old lady and others and visited the surrounding people to investigate, and finally determined that the deceased was Wang Ruoyu, 28 years old this year, six months after giving birth. The doctor only glanced at the deceased, shook his head and sighed, and said to the old lady, "Prepare for the future." ”

A cordon was immediately formed around Wang Ruoyu's body. There were many people outside the cordon, everyone was talking, seeing Wang Ruoyu pass away at such a young age, everyone couldn't help but sigh, and the scene was sighing.

The day after Wang Ruoyu's accident. Xia Qing was typing and writing a manuscript on a computer keyboard when she suddenly received a call from her college classmate Lin Chao, who was shocked to be told that Wang Ruoyu had committed suicide yesterday.

Wang Ruoyu's memorial service was scheduled for the sixth day after her death. On this day, Xia Qing also came to attend Wang Ruoyu's memorial service. A small mourning hall was set up in the living room of Wang Ruoyu's house, and a black and white portrait of Wang Ruoyu was hung on the wall above the TV cabinet, a circle of white chrysanthemums was hung around the statue, and some sacrificial supplies were placed on the TV cabinet.

Xia Qing and other friends and classmates of Wang Ruoyu before his death came to many people, and the living room was very crowded, and everyone was wearing black or dark blue clothes. The atmosphere in the room was solemn, and everyone's expressions were sad.

Wang Ruoyu's husband Liu Hongda, a department manager of a company, was originally handsome and sunny, his face was blue and yellow at this time, his eyes were red and swollen, and the dark circles under his eyes were obvious. Wang Ruoyu's mother-in-law hugged her six-month-old son, who had been crying and crying, and the baby was crying and not drinking milk powder.

Wang Ruoyu's daughter is more than three years old this year, just went to kindergarten, and now there is a misfortune in the family, she is not going to school today, and she is sitting on Wang Ruoyu's sister's lap at this time, her eyes are turning around and looking at everyone, with a melancholy that does not match her age.

Xia Qing's nose was sour and she almost cried, she silently took the baby in the old lady's arms, leaned his face on her chest, and gently patted his back, the little guy actually quieted down, he opened a pair of black and innocent eyes and looked at Xia Qing, the little baby knew nothing about the world, ignorant, distressing. Xia Qing gently stroked his little face, thinking of Wang Ruoyu, her tears dripped down.

Liu Hongda's eyes were red, tears were rolling in his eyes, he hurriedly lowered his head, seeing that the tears were about to fall, he wiped a handful of tears, "I really didn't expect her to leave like this, there was no sign before, I didn't find anything abnormal in her, it was too sudden......"

Listening to Liu Hongda's painful confession, Xia Qing looked at the black and white portrait of Wang Ruoyu hanging on the wall in the middle of the house, Xia Qing's heart was panicked, she said: "Hongda, if the rain is gone, it is useless for you to be sad, it will only hurt your own body, please take care, we will definitely help you get through this difficulty." Liu Hongda choked up and said, "Thank you!"

Wang Ruoyu was taken in by King Yama at a young age, and Xia Qing felt sorry and sad. Deeply affected by Wang Ruoyu's suicide, Xia Qing suddenly realized that women should love themselves, so she was admitted to the hospital without hesitation.

Xia Qing was diagnosed with breast fibroids two years ago, and the doctor told her that it is still benign, but he does not rule out the possibility of deterioration of factors such as mood swings and decreased body resistance. Xia Qing is 28 years old this year, and she doesn't want to die of breast cancer before she has time to become a mother. Xia Qing decided to cut off the lump on his body to prevent future troubles.

A few days later, Xia Qing was admitted to the surgical ward of the 587th Military Region Hospital, the most famous in You'an City, where surgery was his strength. Xia Qing was scheduled for surgery on the morning of her third day in the hospital.

At more than eight o'clock in the morning, Xia Qing followed the nurses of the hospital through the narrow corridor and came to a dusty operating room like a confused child.

The nurse closed the door of the operating room and walked out without saying a word, Xia Qing stood in confusion, looking at the various shiny and cold metal appliances in the operating room, she suddenly felt frightened.

The door was suddenly pushed open, and two nurses, also in olive green coats, entered. They brought in a basin of surgical instruments, including scissors, knives, liquids, needles, etc. The nurse asked Xia Qing to take off her coat, and Xia Qing lay on the operating table quietly on a drip.

After a while, two male doctors came in, one was Lin Hui, the attending doctor he had known a few days ago, and a young doctor. Xia Qing had seen this young and handsome doctor during the doctor's rounds the morning before yesterday, and he left a deep impression on her.

That day, he, Lin Hui and many other doctors followed the director of surgery to Xia Qing's ward, and he was standing at the end of her bed, and for some reason, he couldn't take his eyes off her. Because he is masculine and handsome, there is a looming unruliness, and his temperament is so unique that Xia Qing will pay special attention to him. When she looked at him, Xia Qing's delicate heart seemed to have been hit by some heavy object, and a sense of déjà vu enveloped her.

She stared at him silently, his body was thin, his shoulders were broad, his face was resolute, his facial features were very three-dimensional, his straight and plump nose was a little prominent in his facial features, his thick black eyebrows were very open, and his eyes were not big or small, but they were very powerful.

Xia Qing was indulging in reminiscence, when he suddenly walked over, looked at her gently, and smiled: "My name is Xiao Mo, and I am your chief surgeon." ”

Xiao Mo, the name is not bad, Xia Qing smiled at him, she peeked at Xiao Mo several times, and found that he was simply handsome in a white coat, and easily compared his appearance to the tall and far better, she couldn't help but feel excited.