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During our medical aid mission with my husband in a border war zone, his pure love contracted a deadly virus.
That day, he gave the last experimental vaccine to his pure love, while he stayed behind in the war zone forever due to exposure to the pathogen.
Only then did I realize I was just a passerby in his military career.
Reborn and returned to our time at military medical school.
Back then, he was still just a spirited medical intern.
When he learned his pure love was going to join the medical team in Africa, he gave up the best military hospital position without hesitation.
Watching his resolute figure walk away, I let go of all expectations.
Eight years later, we reunited at an international medical summit.
By then, he had become the chief expert for the World Health Organization.
Seeing me standing at the lab entrance, he frowned:
"Serenity, you really are like a lingering ghost."
"Stop appearing in front of me. Even if another 80 years pass, I won't look back."
I smiled gently, turning to walk towards our daughter who was observing cells in the culture room.
But he seemed stung, his face contorting:
"Are you insane? You'd marry and have a child with just anyone to make me jealous?"
"You think this will make me change my mind?"

The Ex was Crying Outside the Lab

He locked himself in the P4 lab for a full three days.


On the fourth day, I broke down the door, only to find a letter.


"Vivienne is the only light in my life. If she falls, what meaning is there left for me to live?"


"I hope in the next life, we can reunite in a better laboratory."


It turned out he had injected himself with the virus-infected serum, following Vivienne into death.


So when I was reborn and he wanted to follow Vivienne to Africa, I chose to let go.


I was grateful for this second chance at life, to start anew.


But Vivienne blocked my path, looking down her nose at me:


"Serenity, just look at that lab coat of yours, you can't even get rid of the smell of disinfectant!"


"Do you want me to ask Zoran to arrange a janitor position for you in the lab?"


"Dr. Winters is so kind," a researcher sucking up to Zoran chimed in.


"Even janitors at Harvard labs make $500,000 a year!"


"A third-rate researcher like you probably can't earn that much in a lifetime, can you?"


"Hurry up and thank Dr. Winters!"I stared at him with impatience flashing in my eyes:


"I have my own research. I don't need any handouts."


Vivienne, however, persisted relentlessly:


Upon hearing this, Zoran, who had been silent until now, suddenly looked up with a complex expression.


He repeated softly, and after a moment of silence, he said meaningfully:


"I only mentioned liking virus research in passing back then. I can't believe you took it seriously."


"Well, for old times' sake, I can let you be my assistant."


He must think I went into virus research because of him.


The truth is, after my rebirth, I discovered all my savings had been invested in lab equipment.


Rather than waste it, I decided to continue the research.


Gradually, I fell in love with this field.


Over the years, my research has gained international recognition.


Major laboratories frequently invite me for academic exchanges.


My annual income far exceeds that of Zoran, the Harvard expert.


After all, he never truly understood me.


It was indeed a bit messy, but I had just come from the P4 lab when I was called to this meeting.There's no need to rush changing into protective gear.


"I love viral research and will continue to pursue it. No need to concern yourself."


Hearing this, Zoran's expression darkened.


"Serenity, why must you be so stubborn?"


"Forget it, darling. Don't bother with that woman," Vivienne urged.


Just then, the lab assistant suddenly pointed at me and shouted:


"Impossible. This is mine," I said with a frown.


"Nonsense! This is military-grade protective gear!"


"Someone like you wouldn't even have access to these materials!"


Chapter 4