Did That Doctor Successfully Remarry Today?

"Everything will get better." — Gao Chuan

Early morning, the sunlight is faint.

Sunlight penetrates layers of cloud gaps, a silvery light enveloping Gao Chuan who sits by the window, casting rustling shadows on the dark gray floor, the seated body glowing with fluorescence.

The coffee on the table emits an attractive rich aroma, he picks it up and sips gently, the delicate pattern in the cup distorts momentarily, a faint bitterness lingers on his tongue.

A moment later, Gao Chuan steps out of the coffee shop, walks to the spot where he parked his car, just a few meters away, a black Phaeton quietly stands under a French plane tree at the corner of the street.

He takes out the keys to unlock the car and upon approaching, he notices something stuck to the driver's side window.

A pink sticky note.

Gao Chuan bends down to take it off, the pink paper unfolded in his palm, the delicate handwriting clearly visible.

"Sorry, car owner, I was in a rush riding my bike and accidentally scratched your car. I waited for a long time but didn't see you, I have urgent matters and must leave first. Please contact me when you see this, I will definitely compensate you. My phone number: XXXXXXXXX"

Gao Chuan circles around and finally spots a grayish-white scratch on the right front wing of the car, akin to a surgical scar he leaves on patients, which stands out against the pristine black body.

He glances at the time, frowning slightly, he casually places the sticky note in his shirt pocket and drives off.

Once in the car, he calls his good friend Song Li, who curses upon hearing he needs the car fixed, "Hey Dr. Gao, I just got your car back a few days ago, how did you manage to break it already? You know you need to maintain the car properly, right..."

The Bluetooth of the phone integrates with the car's system, Song Li's hysterical voice fills the car, catching Gao Chuan's eardrums off guard.

"Come pick up the car at my hospital today and get it fixed."

His icy tone was almost commanding, Gao Chuan too tired to argue, hangs up the phone.

It is just a ten-minute drive to the hospital, he parks his car as usual in the underground parking lot, entering the department with a composed expression.

Surgical oncology, his specialty.

Donning a white lab coat, a pair of gold-rimmed glasses sits upon his prominent nose, his thick brows and deep eyes exude an indescribable scholarly aura.

As usual, he starts his rounds, first entering room 203, the patient Fang Qing, whom he operated on the day before yesterday, is still in an unstable condition.

Walking into the room with two young nurses, laughter is heard from within.

"Dr. Gao is here!" Fang Qing, sitting up in bed, sees the man appearing at the doorway and smiles naturally.

Gao Chuan steps to the bedside, observing her decent complexion, curves his mouth gently, and says warmly, "Auntie is in a good mood today!"

Fang Qing smiles and replies, "Yes! My daughter came to visit me today, I'm very happy."

Gao Chuan holds his record book and asks a few more questions, all the data are normal, he breathes a sigh of relief internally.

While they are talking, a girl carrying a thermos walks in, hesitates upon seeing so many people in the room, then steps in slowly, full of trepidation.

"Ah? Anan is back, come here, let me introduce, this is my attending physician Dr. Gao Chuan, who has taken great care of me these days." Jiang An had yet to approach when Fang Qing calls her over, the girl with the thermos walks obediently to the bedside.

His gaze fell upon Gao Chuan sitting opposite him, dressed neatly in a white coat with a pristine silk shirt underneath, and black obsidian-like eyes hidden behind golden-rimmed glasses, giving off a friendly yet steady appearance.

Gao Chuan turned his attention towards Jiang An upon hearing her, dressed entirely like a student with long black hair covering her cheeks, and her big watery eyes sizing him up as well.

Their eyes met, and then swiftly moved away.

"Dr. Gao, my daughter also studies medicine at University A and is preparing for her internship this year," Fang Qing introduced Jiang An while holding her hand towards Gao Chuan.

"Dr. Gao, hello, I am Jiang An, thank you for taking care of my mother these days," Jiang An said, expressing her gratitude with a polite yet distant tone.

Gao Chuan nodded slightly, responding perfunctorily, "You're welcome."

Finally, after advising Fang Qing with a few words, he left the ward. Jiang An's gaze followed him, thinking to herself that he truly lived up to his name. His broad back stood tall and erect, like a stretching range of mountains.

Gao Chuan made a round back to his office intending to organize medical records. Out of habit, he pulled out a black carbon pen from his shirt pocket, causing a pink sticky note to accidentally fly out. He grabbed it, intending to throw it away, but paused to examine the handwriting again before tossing it into his drawer.

The crumpled paper silently slipped into a corner, blending in with the black and white textual materials beside it.

A "knock knock" at the door made Gao Chuan look up, lifting his eyes to see Jiang An standing at the door, appearing reserved and peeking inside.

Her round head caught in Gao Chuan's eyes, stirring a sense of familiarity.

"Dr. Gao, are you busy right now? I want to ask about my mom's condition," she asked, her voice soft and pleasant.

Gao Chuan stopped writing, crossed his hands on the desk, and said, "Come in."

"Thank you, Dr. Gao." Upon hearing his consent, Jiang An smiled slightly, taking quick, light steps into the room.

"Please, sit down." Gao Chuan gestured, watching the person opposite him sit down nervously, and pulled out all of Fang Qing's surgical documents from the drawer to put in front of Jiang An.

As a medical student, Jiang An picked them up and read carefully. Gao Chuan carefully explained Fang Qing's situation: "The surgical outcome is still optimistic, but we need to continue observation for the next few days. It's crucial for the patient to maintain a good mindset, as there's a substantial possibility of recovery."

Listening to Gao Chuan's formal words, Jiang An felt no strong emotions. Being a major in oncology, she was also aware of Fang Qing's condition—a malignant stomach tumor. Even with temporary improvement post-treatment, the likelihood of recurrence was still very high.

Jiang An put down the documents and pulled out a thick stack of sticky notes and a pen from her backpack, asking, "Dr. Gao, could you tell me about the dietary considerations my mom should take note of? I'll write them down to prepare her meals."

Her sweet voice reached his ears, but Gao Chuan was lost, his gaze locked on the sticky notes in her hands.

Pink, shaped like a cat.

"Dr. Gao, Dr. Gao…" Seeing Gao Chuan unresponsive, Jiang An repeated.

"Oh, basically keep the diet light, prepare some easily digestible food, and make sure to include proteins and vitamins…" Gao Chuan finally collected himself and answered Jiang An's question.

The girl attentively noted down every word, her head bowed, and waterfall-like long hair spilled over, covering one clear pupil. Gao Chuan stared intently at her movements, feeling an unwarranted tightness in his chest.

Looking down, the delicate handwriting under her pen overlapped with what he had been thinking.

It was her.