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The Cycle of Heaven's Way had turned, and retribution was swift. The the Jiang Family mother and daughter, along with the Jia family father and son, were all "in trouble," now it was just a matter of waiting for the law to pass judgment.
I returned to the company, dismissing the connections that Jiang Xiaoli had arranged for me, and welcomed Sister Liu back. News about me made it to the Evening News, while rumors about my supposed impotence spread throughout my social circle, making acquaintances look at me strangely.
I divorced Jiang Xiaoli. With my newfound wealth, it wouldn't be an exaggeration to call myself a diamond bachelor, yet no one was willing to introduce me to a suitable partner. Ever since I learned about my test results from the doctor, I had been pouring out the ginseng soup and traditional medicine that Jiang's Mother had given me. After some time, I felt my health noticeably improving, but I couldn't just tell people, "I'm not a eunuch; my functions have returned!"
I went back to the hospital, only to find that the attending physician had changed to an older man.
"Is that female doctor not here?" I asked.
The old man peered over his glasses at me and huffed without replying. I understood his unspoken question: Were you here for treatment or just to flirt with the beautiful doctor?
I put on a smile. "I'm her classmate; I'm not here for treatment."
Only then did his expression soften as he called out loudly to the nurse at the door, "Xiao Wu, when does Dr. Jiang start her shift?"
The nurse turned around and replied, " sister Qiu Ying is on duty tomorrow morning."
Jiang Qiuying? The doctor’s name was Jiang Qiuying! My mind went blank for a moment.
No wonder I felt a sense of familiarity when I first saw her; could she be the same person as my first love? Hadn't she gone abroad? When did she switch to studying medicine?
Could it really be her?
Early the next morning, before her shift started, I sat in the waiting area anxiously.
She arrived.
Without her mask on yet, her delicate features instantly matched those in my memory. A flood of recollections surged through my mind, and I felt as if all the blood in my body had been drained away.
Jiang Qiuying not only resembled a famous actress but also excelled academically; she had received first-class scholarships from her freshman year through senior year. Back then, I was just a country bumpkin from a poor family who could hardly imagine what a university in the provincial capital looked like. To my parents, 700 yuan a month was already a lot of money, but in reality, it barely covered my expenses.
Besides finding ways to work part-time and study hard, I had to live frugally.
Autumn Ying was a local girl; both her parents were government officials with comfortable lives. She was like a moonlight in many boys' hearts but never went out alone with any of them for movies or dinners.
Later on, she somehow learned about my situation and would often "bump into" me at the cafeteria. She always claimed she had made too much food and would ask me to help finish it so as not to waste it.
I was poor but not foolish.
Yet my overwhelming sense of inferiority kept me from thinking too much about it.
At graduation, our department organized a social event. She turned down many classmates' invitations but gracefully approached me and commanded, "Dance with me!"
I groggily got up, my hand resting on her waist, afraid to move it. Her hand was warm and soft, and her breath was fragrant, filling the air with a scent that captivated my senses.
I stepped on her foot several times, repeatedly saying "I'm sorry."
She leaned in close to my ear and whispered, "Breathe in lightly, breathe out, relax... Don't be nervous!"
Yes, just like last time in the Disposal Room.
I gathered my focus and wrote her a letter, personally handing it to her. She blushed as she accepted it, her voice barely above a whisper as she said, "Wait for my reply!"
In the letter, I poured out my feelings, confessing not only my affection but also the truth about my family situation.
Later, I received a piece of paper from her roommate relaying her response. It contained only a few terse words that abruptly plunged me from a high of excitement into despair.
That night, I wandered alone on the playground until late: disappointment and sadness mixed with a myriad of emotions that left me breathless.
In a moment of both reluctance and shame, I blocked her.
Eventually, Jiang Xiaoli kindly comforted me, and soon after, we ended up together. At that time, I felt grateful that when God closed one door for me, He opened another window.
Little did I know that this woman was not only cunning but also harbored a deep-seated malice.
I urgently contacted Brother Xiong.
I waited until all the names had been called before being the last one to enter the Clinic.
She was wearing a mask; when she saw me walk in, her gaze drifted for a moment as if she forgot to speak.
"I came to check on the recovery status!"
It took her a while to snap back to reality: "Samples collected from the Disposal Room."
More than ten minutes passed before she knocked on the door: "Are you done yet?"
I remained silent.
She knocked again: "Why aren't you speaking?"
Still no response from me.
Finally, she pushed the door open and walked in.
Seeing me sitting there neatly dressed, a layer of frost formed on her face: "What is going on here?"
I stood up and approached her without hesitation, removing her mask.
She suddenly slapped my face, "Is four years too long? Can't you wait any longer?" Tears ravaged her face. "When did I ever say you shouldn't wait for me?"
I silently took out the piece of paper that Jiang Xiaoli had given me over five years ago. It contained only a few words: "I'm going abroad; there will be no outcome between us!"
"How is that possible?" she exclaimed. "What I wrote was clearly 'Wait for me for four years; I'll come back to find you!'"
It was Jiang Xiaoli who had meddled! She had first made me lose hope and then told Jiang Qiuying: "Hu Ruoyun said 'Four years is too long; let's each be well.'"
Jiang Qiuying instinctively touched my face, "I'm sorry?" Then she quickly withdrew her hand.
I took her hand and brought it to my lips, "Your father has cancer. You went abroad to study medicine after failing to find a cure for him, and you just returned a year ago. I've checked; you're still unmarried!"
She seemed startled and tried to pull her hand away, "You..."
Then she unconsciously glanced down at me.
I felt embarrassed but shamelessly held her hand and moved it, "Help me collect a sample for testing; it'll put both our minds at ease..."
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My buddy got married, and Brother Xiong gathered many classmates to attend.
While everyone offered us their blessings, they couldn't help but talk privately about my venomous ex-wife with a hint of sympathy.
After the wedding festivities, I pulled Brother Xiong aside, "Come on, honestly tell me, do I have any hidden cameras or recordings left in my house?"
He chuckled, "Don't worry; do you think I'm like those unscrupulous innkeepers? We have our professional ethics!"
Once everyone had left, Jiang Qiuying asked from under the blanket, "Honestly, can you do it? If not, I need to think of ways to help you!"
"You'll find out soon enough," I replied with a sly grin.
The wind stopped and the rain ceased; harmony filled the air.
Suddenly remembering something, I propped myself up and asked, "Wife, do you often help patients collect samples?"
I felt a sharp pain in my thigh. "What are you thinking? That's disgusting!"
"Then how did you help me?" I pressed on.
"I recognized you as soon as you walked in. I wanted to see your condition; I almost wished to castrate this unfaithful man!" she spat angrily.
I felt relieved; there's a saying in China: "The deeper the hatred, the more intense the feelings!"
My wife can't be helping others with such things every day. (The End)
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