"You hold the only hope for others in your hands, yet why won’t you extend your aid? I’m willing to give you all my money to save so many, many children. Aren’t those children’s lives enough to exchange for my husband’s one chance? Tell , why are you so cold-blooded!"
Her heart-wrenching questioning was filled with rage and unwillingness, her eyes burning like a roaring fire, but also drenched in the blood and tears of despair, resembling a wild beast forced to its limit.
Dr. K, who had been deeply annoyed by her relentless pursuit, was now shaken to the core by the look in her eyes.
Her deanor stirred a flood of mories within him, plunging him into silence, recalling the shadows buried deep in his heart, erupting suddenly into a cold laugh:
"As a doctor, don’t you understand what it feels like to be powerless? Do you think doctors are gods? No matter how skilled a doctor is, they can’t control everyone’s life. They will feel despair. How dare you say I don’t know the taste of despair!"
Ye Lu was also stunned by his furious outburst.
And imdiately roared back at him.
"If you understand, then why don’t you save them?"
Dr. K felt as though he wanted to wring her neck, utterly infuriated by her naïve idealism.
"Do you think effort guarantees results? So things are dood from the very beginning, predestined to be hopeless. That’s fate—a fate that no one can change."
Just like those children in the lab. Just like the little girl he once cared for personally, who had the brightest smile and strongest will to survive, yet ultimately succumbed to a bacterial infection.
Never before had he felt a despair so engulfing.
Every ti he rembered that little girl, she beca an unbearable cross within him.
Ye Lu’s gaze grew fiercer: "That is the fate you’ve chosen to believe in. So even though your heart is consud by guilt and tornt, you don’t try to save them because you’ve already decided it’s unchangeable. But have you ever thought, before despair sets in, when there’s even a sliver of hope left, why don’t you try to save them? When there’s still a sliver of hope ahead, there must be greater hope further forward—why don’t you take action? You’re just giving yourself an excuse. If, at the end, you feel powerless, why don’t you try to save them while you still have the power to act?"
Dr. K’s heart quivered, as though stabbed by so sharp instrunt.
His face turned pallid.
Indeed, in the very beginning, he wasn’t powerless. He simply stood by watching everything unfold, until saving beca impossible—only then did regret and conscience accuse him.
"Even if I felt despair, I won’t give up. Because even if I’m powerless, perhaps I can find soone who can save others. Then I should try. In monts of hopelessness, I should try to create a glimr of hope. I’m not like you—I don’t believe in predestined fate. Even if fate is preordained, I will fight with everything I have to change it!"
Ye Lu’s eyes burned with unwavering resolve, her voice rippling through the air like the most blistering sun, capable of lting all impossibility.
Dr. K’s breathing quickened. Facing her frantic determination to change fate, he suddenly froze in bewildernt.
He had never imagined such a possibility; it felt as though his entire worldview had been overturned.
Fate can be changed. In monts of despair, one can still create hope. Why hadn’t he ever considered this?
Perhaps, back then, if he had begged his father or sought help from other top doctors in the world, that little girl might have had a sliver of hope to survive.
But he had never entertained such an idea.
"But all these impassioned, positivity-filled words you’re spouting—what do they have to do with your pleading to ?"
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