Fan Qiyun hung up the phone, her chest still heaving with anger.
It wasn’t until she cald down that she noticed a ssage from the departnt head on WeChat, asking her to call back if she was free. She imdiately dialed the head of the departnt: "Director, what’s up?"
"Why didn’t you co in today?"
Fan Qiyun slapped her forehead: "Look at , I forgot to tell you. The dean forced to take leave. I was going to inform you, but I forgot because of so issues."
"What, family issues?"
"Director, how did you know?" Fan Qiyun’s tone was surprised.
Although almost everyone in the hospital knew about her situation, she’d only briefly ntioned her recent troubles to Dean Zhang Jiwei in the morning, so others should not have known.
That the director ntioned this directly was a shock to Fan Qiyun.
"How do I know? Your dad called here. How could I not know?" the director said irritably.
"These people..."
Fan Qiyun felt a wave of helplessness. She wasn’t sure when her parents got her departnt head’s phone number. They hadn’t called before, but after she turned off her phone, she was shocked that they shalessly called her departnt head.
"You might as well block them. There’s also the landline. It’d be best to ask the office to change it, otherwise, they’ll keep bothering you."
The director caught the hint: "What, your parents are asking you for money again?"
"It’s not just asking for money; they’re asking for my life."
Fan Qiyun had never complained about her family like this before. Her deep resentnt this ti surprised the head of the respiratory departnt, Ma Xiaoyi.
In his eyes, Fan Qiyun was akin to the particularly suffering characters in TV dramas, struggling without getting what she wanted, veering further down the wrong path.
To Fan Qiyun, her family wasn’t a source of happiness; it was a burden. As he had discussed with the dean before, Fan Qiyun ended up where she was largely because she couldn’t detach from her family’s dependency. She increasingly sacrificed herself for it.
The original family left Fan Qiyun with not only hurt but also a distorted value system—the idea that only through sacrifice could she earn recognition, otherwise, she was nothing.
She couldn’t compare to the precious son, nor to others’ daughters; life, marriage, and whatever didn’t matter. The important thing was to contribute to saving the family.
In this stifling family, Fan Qiyun slowly lost herself, hating her family yet deeply loving them, like a swamp slowly engulfing her.
Sotis, looking at Fan Qiyun, Ma Xiaoyi, as her leader, felt both sympathy and speechlessness.
Especially hearing Fan Qiyun frequently utter that line, "Mom, I don’t bla you for being biased," Ma Xiaoyi felt like a thunderbolt struck his heart. He had said the sa to his parents back in high school; only when one truly feels the bias can one pretend to be magnanimous and say such words.
In reality, Ma Xiaoyi could sense how desperate Fan Qiyun felt deep inside when she uttered these words. Over ti, the scars in his heart healed by his current family.
But not for Fan Qiyun. Not only did they not heal, but the persecution against her continued relentlessly.
Unending, with increasing intensity.
"I don’t bla you"—a phrase we often use in life. Lent sothing to a friend, it got lost, it’s okay, I don’t bla you.
A lover betrayed you, it’s okay, I don’t bla you. Backstabbed by a friend, it’s okay, I don’t bla you.
We just can’t bring ourselves to say harsh words like "Screw you," always trying to appear easy-going, downplaying things, but it often cuts deep inside.
In Fan Qiyun, Ma Xiaoyi saw the past him.
But Fan Qiyun was pitiful.
Feeling sympathy yet also thinking sotis Fan Qiyun was digging her own grave. She could have chosen the life she wanted but chose a path that seed happy yet was all mud, without end in sight, only to end up in an abyss.
However, Ma Xiaoyi knew he wasn’t in a position to say anything about Fan Qiyun.
He had been the sa.
It’s just that with his parents’ passing, the pain beca a forgotten Chapter.
Yet, as a colleague and leader, Ma Xiaoyi couldn’t help but show concern: "Hearing you complain, honestly, I’m quite glad for you. At least you’re starting to change."
"Director, do you know what they asked of today?"
Ma Xiaoyi didn’t speak, preparing to be a good listener.
"My brother is getting married. My mom actually asked to pay for the dowry and the house. Without money for a house, she asked to give up my house so my brother could live there. When I only have a few thousand in savings, she could say sothing so cold-blooded. A stranger would probably be warr. It’s the first ti I realized that, in their eyes, I’m no family, just an ATM."
Talking about being an ATM, Fan Qiyun gave a self-mocking smile: "Now that the ATM has run dry, I’ve beco the black sheep, a cold-blooded creature, the person they despise the most."
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