Ou Yanan listened to her words, thinking about how much passion she really had for dicine. Was it as much as that guy? Her desire to beco a doctor actually stemd from a eting with that guy years ago. He told her his dream was to beco a doctor.
At that ti, because that demon might have really died in his place, he subconsciously thought that no matter what, he had to help the other person fulfill his dream. So he gave up the childhood dream of becoming a pilot and wholeheartedly pursued the path of dicine.
Studying dicine is incredibly, unimaginably hard. Often, the setbacks faced by dical students are not just technical challenges but, more so, tests of ethics and morality.
That demon has a hard heart, Tang Sili said so, which is why his achievents were extraordinary. He, on the other hand, has a soft heart, even if he wore a poker face.
This, Zhao ngjin discovered after spending more ti with him. His character, in essence, is truly of a kind-hearted person.
As a doctor, is it better to have a soft heart or a hard heart? No one can say for sure. However, undoubtedly, sotis having a soft heart can lead to trouble. For instance, during yesterday’s ergency, what he always thought was a hard heart turned out to be a soft heart for that demon.
He thought about making ands afterward, while that demon thought about perishing together. He considered how everything could be perfect, while that demon thought it could never be perfect, thus deciding to be selfish and just take what he wanted. This is the fundantal difference between the two.
"How about this—" Zhao ngjin thought for him and also for herself, "In a few days, I’ll still go abroad, back to my music school. And then, during this period, let the enthusiasm of both families cool down before coming back to explain to the elders slowly."
He suddenly said, "No need—"
Zhao ngjin looked up in confusion and followed his gaze to the large iron gate of the courtyard, where a woman was standing at the front, yelling and screaming, losing all composure. For a mont, she thought she was seeing things. On closer examination, she wasn’t wrong; it was his mother, Ou Chunhua.
Ou Chunhua’s shouting voice carried over: "You dare not open the door? Dare not open it?! My son is inside, and you dare not open the door for —"
It turned out Ou Chunhua had co to find her son. Zhao ngjin glanced back at him, having already sensed that Ou Chunhua was a bit neurotic, the type of mother who would go crazy the mont her son disappeared. To be honest, this kind of overly attached mother-in-law put her under a lot of pressure. So when Ou Chunhua spoke well of her, she feared that after marriage, Ou Chunhua’s attitude would suddenly change 180 degrees.
Seeing this, the security saw Ou Yanan’s figure and, thinking that since Ou Chunhua had co for her son and her son was here, opened the gate to stop the commotion at the door.
Ou Chunhua stord through the iron gate and walked straight inside.
Zhao ngjin, feeling awkward, was thinking of how to greet her. Strangely, Ou Chunhua didn’t even look at her or see Ou Yanan but walked directly into the house. Zhao ngjin was dumbfounded at that mont, thinking that maybe Ou Chunhua had gotten confused with all the scolding and couldn’t even see her son standing there.
After entering the house, Ou Chunhua continued shouting: "Gu Nuan, you co out! Give back my son!" Seeing no response, she swept a hand across, directly smashing things around.
Things clattered wildly, startling everyone in the villa.
The maids ran over, grabbing at Ou Chunhua’s hands that were smashing things. Ou Chunhua took the opportunity to beco even more aggressive, cursing: "Gu Nuan, you vixen, you’re brave enough to hide my son but not gutsy enough to face , is that it?!"
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