There is only one kind of heroism, and it is either.

At the end of the semester, I always read the literature one by one in the atmosphere of the whole school preparing for the exam. I read the book all afternoon on the weekend. It was cold and I couldn't play football. There was only one Doctor Strange in the computer. The progress bar was read again.

The accomplished neurosurgery doctor has an ambiguous object who always treats him as Zhong Wuyan. When he was still a resident doctor, he was famous for attending various lectures. Now he has become a Du Lala who is reused in the hospital, rejecting Dr. Slow Heat. I want to bring her as a family member to the dinner party again.

The doctor ruined his career as a surgeon due to his handsomeness in a car accident. He couldn't bear the care of his ignorant little sister, and finally collapsed after an attempted medical treatment:

——"You've always spend money as fast as you could make it, but now you are spending money you don't even have. Maybe it's time to consider stopping."
——"No.Now is exactly the time not to stop. Because, you see, I'm not getting any better!"
——"But this isn't 't medicine anymore. This is mania, somethings just can't be fixed."
——"Life without my work..."
——"Is still life. This isn't the end. There are other things that can give your life meaning."
——"Like what?Like you?"

——"This is the part where you leave."
——"Fine.I can't watch you do this to yourself anymore."
——"To difficlut for you,is it?"
——"Yes.It is. It breaks my heart to see you this way."
——"No.Don't pitty me."
——"I'm not pitting you."
——"Oh yeah?Then what are you doing here?Bringing cheese and wine like we're old friends going for a picnic? We were not friends, Christine. We were barely lovers. But you just love a sob story, don't you? Is that what I am to you now? Poor Stephen Strange, charity case.He finally needs me.Another dreg of humanity for you to work on.Patch him up and send him back to the world,hearts just humming...You care so much!Don't you?!"
——" Goodbye, Stephen."


The shudder and unease of the neurosurgeon is also the shudder and unease of all heroism. Emily Dickinson said, "My wars are buried in books," and more people's wars are written in places the world never knew. Maybe the literature will help with the next snowflake. Every government building, nursing home, mental hospital, school, sickbed window is a battlefield.

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