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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

A relationship that's long been severed - what's the point in keeping contact information?


Besides, my current husband is famously possessive. It's better to delete an ex's contact info sooner rather than later.


Hearing my response, Zoran's face turned ashen.


"What tricks are you trying to pull now?"


"You think this will make Zoran change his mind about you?"


She snuggled closer to Zoran and cooed:


"She's probably seen that you're now Harvard's top expert and is trying to leech off your success."


"Women like her are experts at seducing successful men!"


Zoran nodded, his eyes full of disgust.


"Weren't you a top student at the military medical university? Why don't you focus on your research?"


"Look at you now, you're not even as good as an average researcher."


Hearing her say this, I couldn't help but laugh.


Vivienne was really getting carried away, completely forgetting her own past actions.


The most criticized thing about her was how she spoiled her brother excessively.


From childhood, she treated her brother like he was her whole world.After falling in love with Zoran, she even transferred the research funds he sponsored to her brother for his startup.


The first time I met Zoran was when he got infected with a virus while working late in the lab to raise medical funds for Vivienne's brother.


At that time, he had a persistent high fever and was ordered by his Harvard advisor to separate from Vivienne.


That period was the lowest point in his life.


It was I who watched over him day and night, helping him through the difficult times.


Zoran was obsessed with virus research, so I rushed around applying for lab resources.


I acted as both assistant and partner, accompanying him to labs around the world to conduct research.


I purchased the most advanced experimental equipment for him.


I even took care of all his daily living needs.


So he could focus entirely on his research.


Even his Harvard colleagues said I was the most competent research partner.


Everyone thought I was giving too much, but actually Zoran was the one who confessed first.


Because I could always catch him secretly checking Vivienne's research updates.


But that day, Zoran said to me passionately:


"Serenity, you are my antidote. Without you, I might have lost my life to the virus long ago.""I've fallen in love with you. I want to spend a lifetime researching together with you."


I was moved by his sincerity and accepted his feelings.


We researched side by side for eight years. Even our advisor at Harvard was amazed that this once obsessive genius could get along with me so harmoniously.


During those eight years, I proposed setting up an independent lab multiple times, but he always made excuses to refuse.


If I hadn't accidentally been infected in the lab and discovered by our advisor, he would have even tried to conceal this incident.


Only under pressure from Harvard did he reluctantly agree to co-author the research project with me.


It wasn't until that time in the war zone, when he learned that Vivienne had been infected with the virus.


Chapter 3