Time tells me that the age of nonsense is over, it is time to understand

"Good question." He said from the bottom of his heart.

That year, she was not yet the head nurse. He was also still hard at work preparing for his doctoral dissertation defense.

There will always be those people who are born with bad blood. The last lie a doctor should believe is that all people are created equal. When a man is full of blood like a river that never refuses to flow properly and is filthy, his veins are forever harboring dirt, and you insist on telling him that he is the same as everyone else, how can he not at some point suspect that he is deceiving himself? Unless he is compassionate by nature, or he is numb by nature - both of which may lead to the same result, that is, he can do to disregard their dignity.

Dragon City, for those who have studied secondary school geography, is a northern hub, an industrial town, a place that produces a steady stream of gale force winds and steel. For those who live in it, it is the home of sunrise and sunset, or sunset and sunrise - all the same anyway, it will eventually turn into a soul here, into a wildflower blooming in the cemetery, and what does it matter if the sun rises and sets? But the vast majority of people don't know that every Chinese hematologist should know about Dragon City.

No one can explain clearly why, with the city at its center and a large area encompassing the surrounding area, children who are not adults are far more likely to suffer from blood disorders than the average - and have been for most of a century and a half. There had been all sorts of rumors circulating in this city to explain the matter, and those explanations were rich in imagination, science fiction plots, suspenseful plots, and conspiracy theories ...... all in one place. The place where they work originally belonged to the hematology department of Longcheng Children's Hospital, they always come across some classic and rare cases, the whole hospital is frequented by experts from various places, as well as those who came to the name of the doctors for further training. This is how their standard was achieved, and the hematology department has long been the pride of the entire hospital. Later, the Children's Hospital was taken under the umbrella of the Longcheng Medical College Hospital, and unlike their old colleagues who were aggressively merged, they took on a more glamorous title: the Longcheng Medical College Adolescent Blood Disorders Research Center. They moved out of their old location and got a new separate building, bigger wards, and better labs, and of course, gained more jealousy and disdain from other colleagues.

The bad blood is born and flows, not knowing to which innocent body it will be reincarnated.

Because of this bad blood, they can exist. The building of the research center is like a dam, cast in the waves of bad blood. Or rather, they hope so, they wish they could have such power. It's just that sometimes it's unclear whether this kind of glory is expected by God or by hell.

Not far from Dragon City, there is an even smaller city called Yong Xuan, a quiet name. For years, the Dragon City Medical School had a regular research program that came to Yong Xuan regularly to track the incidence of hemophilia. He remembered that the first time he came to Yongxuan was to work on a paper for Director Ye, in the winter of 2003, on a beautiful day. I heard that to this day, there are still some old women in Yongxuan who believe in karma and ghosts and tell others with conviction that the hemophilia of Yongxuan people is tossed by unjust spirits. in the winter of 1937, the Japanese captured Longcheng and hit Yongxuan along the way. The city was massacred, and then, spectacular snow fell.

After the snow melted, many people in Yongxuan lost the ability to let their wounds clot blood all of a sudden. The slightest break could cost human lives. In this place, a small child running and frolicking, if accidentally cut his leg by a tree branch, it is likely that the next evening, the sound of crying and mourning came from the family's compound, and then someone brought out a basin full of blood, the neighbors were not surprised to see.

So what is it, if not the ghosts of injustice that haunted the city during the massacre? Injustice has haunted the city for so many years. When the man who came to receive them told them the legend, a soft, helpless cacophony of laughter rippled inside the business car from a group of doctors.

It must not be because of the war, not because of the massacre, but why did the people of this city pass on this genetic defect so intensively for generations? He could not forget the seventeen-year-old boy, the first patient he had met in Yong Xuan. His blood had completely lost the ability to control itself, even without any trauma, and his subcutaneous tissues, joints, and very deep and deep brain membranes - all were bleeding indiscriminately. He was half lying on the bed, the knee of his right leg was swollen as big as a basketball, the bones below the knee were twisted and deformed because they couldn't bear this weight, and somewhere in his head, because of the bleeding, the hematoma formed hard enough to enlarge his left eye several times, and his left eye invaded his cheek, almost reaching the line of his nose. Dr. Chen Yu-Ching approached him without moving, thinking he had met a demon from "Journey to the West".

"Doctor," the boy spoke with some difficulty, "I want to know one thing in particular right now, can my left eye be closed when I'm asleep or not?"

"You have quite a sense of humor." He said.

"My mother always reassures me by saying that in a few years I can find a healthy girl to marry and we must have a boy - so that there will never be this disease in the whole family again." The boy laughed, accompanied by a twitch at the corner of his mouth and a corresponding flash of laughter in his right eye, but the huge left eye remained stubbornly still, like a stone thrown in his face.

"She's right, genetically speaking."

"But doctor, even if I had a healthy boy, so what? What's the use to me?"

"You're right." He nodded, it was easier for Dr. Chen Yucheng to tell the truth then than now, "There's no point. For your life, those, they are other people's lives."

"You are not quite the same as other doctors." The boy looked at him seriously along with his giant left eye.

"Because I never thought death was a bad thing." That was the only time he allowed himself to say what a doctor should never say.

A week later, Miss Chen Zhizhen came into the world.

She couldn't open her eyes yet, so he could ogle her with impunity. There was no need to worry that she would be embarrassed, that she wouldn't understand what it meant - she slept in a pink baby blanket, and he didn't want to contradict the fact that she looked like a young petal, that newborns didn't look that good, except that she was so delicate that it frightened him as if her skin was wrapped in the water underneath.

Hello, Chen Zhizhen. Please remember, when you grow up, you have the right to complain about why we brought you into this world, no matter how many people tell you to be grateful, you have the right to refute them, because, this world is not a good place.

Chen Zhizhen, so you don't have to love me, but it's too bad that I've already started to love you.

If it weren't for the acacia flowers that fell all over the old street the previous May, there wouldn't have been you. The fact is that you are one of those acacia flowers. You slept inside the sunset without moving, and then you recognized me, so you found your way here.