Return to where we bloom...part -1

Walking through the roadside, where the vibrant colors of fall painted the ground with a symphony of fallen leaves.

Another day, nothing new , yet the crisp morning air filled my lungs, and I closed my eyes, letting the sensation wash over me. The rustling of leaves under my feet and the distant chirping of birds created a soothing melody that seemed to match the rhythm of my heartbeat. The world around me was alive, and I felt grateful to be a part of it all.

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew, and a leaf landed on my shoulder. I opened my eyes to see a small, golden leaf perched there, its delicate edges fluttering in the breeze. I picked it off and held it in my hand, feeling the subtle ridges and veins that ran through it. The leaf seemed to glow with an otherworldly light, as if it held a secret that only I could see. I closed my eyes again, and when I opened them, the leaf was gone, leaving behind a faint, shimmering trail in the air.

I continued walking, lost in thought, as the colors of fall continued to dance around .

 Suddenly, the shrill ring of my phone jolted me from my serene thoughts.

"Hello, Doctor Yufei." I answered.

"Hello, hello, good morning. It's Eryu. I was just thinking... today's your last day at Tiansang Hospital. Everyone's really going to miss you," Eryu said with a hint of sadness.

"Hmm," I sighed, the weight of the moment sinking in.

But my contemplation was interrupted by a cacophony of chaos up ahead, obscuring my view .

Curiosity piqued, I swiftly ended the call, shoved my phone in my pocket, and ventured towards the commotion. The bustling crowd made it a challenge to get closer, but I persisted, inching my way through the sea of humanity.

Finally reaching the heart of the scene, I discovered the cause of the tumult: a devastating car crash. Without a moment's hesitation, I knelt down and checked the man's pulse. Thank heavens, he was still alive. Panic surged through me, and I urgently shouted for someone to call an ambulance.

To my dismay, everyone seemed more interested in capturing the horror on their phones rather than helping. It was madness. With adrenaline coursing through my veins, I dialed for an ambulance, desperation evident in my trembling fingers.

An elderly man approached, handing me a piece of cloth to stem the blood flow from the man's head. I did what I could, my hands working without the necessary tools, my medical instinct driving me forward.

The blood that had masked his face was now cleared, revealing his features. As the wails of the approaching ambulance grew louder, I froze. This wasn't the typical fear or unease that gripped me during emergencies. Something deeper, something I couldn't quite comprehend, rendered me motionless.

My limbs felt numb, disconnected from my intentions. Trying to piece together my emotions, I couldn't. My heart thumped painfully, resonating with a pain that couldn't be seen. I felt broken, shattered from the inside.

Lost in my thoughts, I absently watched as the nurses whisked the him away. The blood staining the ground caught my attention, and I slowly extended my hand, allowing a single tear to fall and mix into it .