Urban Divine Doctor Descends the Mountain

Chapter 1765: Chapter 1764: Sorrow Flows Backward into a River

”Doctor Qiao!”

”Sister-in-law!”

”Qiao Xue!”

”...”

The people around Qiao Bing called out to her one after another.

In medicine, there is a rule: when a person experiences extreme pain and sorrow, the body will reflexively protect itself, often causing blood to gush from the mouth and leading to unconsciousness.

At this moment, Qiao Bing embodied that rule.

Fortunately, this was a hospital, with plenty of doctors and nurses.

The doctors and nurses quickly began treating Qiao Bing.

It was a long time before Qiao Bing regained consciousness, but she seemed like a shell emptied of her soul.

”What happened to Doctor Qiao Bing?”

”It seems someone close to her passed away. That person must have meant a lot to her.”

”It seems to be her boyfriend!”

”Oh my God, she must have loved her boyfriend deeply. Upon hearing the news of his death, she actually fainted and spat blood.”

”If I’d heard my boyfriend had passed away, I probably wouldn’t be this heartbroken.”

”...”

Though people were discussing around her, it seemed as though Qiao Bing couldn’t hear a word.

At this moment, her mind was replaying the scenes of her past with Lin Dong, over and over again.

She thought about when she first met him—he treated her illness. Back then, she suffered from androphobia, but Lin Dong treated her patiently, time and time again, making it possible for her to eventually stop rejecting him as a man.

She remembered the love letter she wrote to him in the campus of Jiangnan Medical University, her confession:

When the flow of a waterfall runs upstream,

When dandelion seeds float back from afar, forming an umbrella.

When the sun rises in the west and sets in the east,

When bullets retreat into their chambers.

When athletes return to the starting line, and I return my admission letter, forgetting ten years of study.

Facing the rising sun, I smile and say, I do not love you!

”Fool...” Thinking of that moment, she murmured the words, utterly dazed.

She realized she’ll never have the chance to say those three words to him again.

She used to think saying ”I love you” or ”I like you” often was cheesy and unnecessary.

But only after losing someone, when there’s no chance to say those words ever again, does regret set in.

”Lin Dong, Lin Dong, come back, come back to me... If only you return, I am willing to give up anything—my entire life’s worth of time, to trade for just one night of your company...”

Tears streamed uncontrollably down from her eyes, like beads that had snapped off a thread.

Scenes from the past vividly replayed in her mind.

Every memory of her time with him had etched itself deep into her heart.

At this moment, all of it surged forth.

Someone once said that life’s worth is measured by duration—a longer life, a richer length.

For example, a person who lives for a hundred years has a life span a hundred years long.

Yet, if each day is spent doing the same monotonous routine, like waking up, going to work, coming home, and sleeping, then what difference is there between a hundred years and just a single day?

Thus, the concept of life’s width emerges!

Life’s width resides in memories, in varied experiences. When one experiences different moments every day, their life’s width expands.

Before meeting Lin Dong, Qiao Bing felt her life had no width at all.

Back then, she lived in repetitive numbness—her face devoid of smiles, her existence confined to work with nothing else to speak of.

But after Lin Dong entered her life, she realized that life’s width was not zero.

Instead, it was infinite!

Each day of hers, enriched by Lin Dong, became filled with new memories—emotions spanning joy, anger, sorrow, and laughter. The width brought by this one year’s experiences surpassed her previous twenty-something years combined.

Ten years’ separation, life and death apart, unthinkable, yet unforgettable.

Countless thoughts, but there’s nowhere to express the melancholy.

...

On the Great Wall, two women stood at this very moment.

Both women were dressed in white.

One was pregnant, while the other resembled a white-clad Bodhisattva.

The two of them were Qingye Piaoxue and Li Nanzhi.

”Is he really dead?” Qingye Piaoxue asked Li Nanzhi, her eyes reddened as she looked at her.

Li Nanzhi avoided Qingye Piaoxue’s gaze before replying, ”He truly is dead. I didn’t witness it personally, but the Martial Arts Dark Web has already posted a video of him being slain by King Kunlun’s sword.”

”King Kunlun is too strong, a Stage Ten Grandmaster Martial Artist. Lin Dong, as an Early Stage Ninth Level Grandmaster Martial Artist, was no match for him. The difference in strength was far too great.”

”From what I understand of their battle, Lin Dong exchanged thousands of moves with King Kunlun but ultimately lost to the ’Heavenly Forbidden Technique’ of King Kunlun.”

”The Heavenly Forbidden Technique—it’s a spell that even the heavens and earth cannot defy. With it, King Kunlun can stand toe to toe against Heavenly Realm Martial Artists...”

Qingye Piaoxue didn’t hear the rest of Li Nanzhi’s words. Hearing of Lin Dong’s demise, she was already numb.

Two streams of tears flowed endlessly from her eyes.

”You promised me you’d stay with me until the end of our days. You promised you’d take care of the child within me.”

”How could you... leave first?”

If not for the child in her womb, Qingye Piaoxue might have chosen to follow him in death.

”Qingye Piaoxue, please don’t think about doing something foolish. You still have his child within you. If you acted on impulse, it would mean two lives lost.”

”Besides, don’t you want to leave a legacy for him, a continuation of his lineage?” Li Nanzhi urged.

Before the decisive battle, Lin Dong had entrusted Qingye Piaoxue to her care.

This trust represented two lives.

She couldn’t allow Qingye Piaoxue to sacrifice herself for Lin Dong.

Qingye Piaoxue glanced at Li Nanzhi, offering a bitter smile: ”Rest assured, I won’t die.”

”At least, not until the baby is born.”

”That’s good. Lin Dong entrusted you to me when he was alive. I have to take care of you. Tomorrow, follow me to the Western Regions, okay?”

”Over there, you and your child will find the greatest protection. Even if the Lin Family from the Capital City and King Kunlun know you’re carrying Lin Dong’s child, they won’t succeed in wiping you out!”

”With the Western Secret Sect behind us, neither the Lin Family from the Capital City nor King Kunlun will dare to come to the Western Regions and demand anything.”

That is precisely why Lin Dong insisted on entrusting Qingye Piaoxue to Li Nanzhi.

He knew that with the backing of the Western Secret Sect, even the Lin Family from the Capital City and King Kunlun couldn’t exact their vengeance on Qingye Piaoxue or the child she carried.

Before his great battle, Lin Dong ensured he left this final contingency.

Of course, Lin Dong could not have anticipated King Kunlun’s cunning—a fake death that had exceeded his expectations.

No one foresaw things unfolding as they had.

”Alright, tomorrow I’ll follow you to the Western Regions.” Qingye Piaoxue ran her hand over her belly, secretly saying to herself:

”No matter what, I’ll make sure this child is born.”

Li Nanzhi let out a sigh of relief, murmuring to herself, ”Lin Dong, just how much virtue did you accumulate in your past life to have so many women willing to give everything for you in this life?”

”And—are you truly dead? Someone like you... is it really so easy for you to die?”

As she murmured, deep down in her heart, she couldn’t help but hold onto a shred of disbelief. Somehow, she refused to accept that Lin Dong was truly gone.