Han Jiesheng was serious. He had sensed something was wrong and acted immediately. He had done very well. At least, I couldn't have been so decisive.
Han Jiesheng's story clearly wasn't over yet.
He continued, "According to my original plan, after returning from the border, I was supposed to find work in the small city where my parents live now. But while I was working at a local hospital on the border, I received an appointment and was sent to another city to attend a publicity event. There, I ran into an old friend. He misunderstood my situation and wanted to help me return to Minqing and get a job at a major hospital. We also had some communication problems. A month later, he called to tell me he'd pulled every string to make it happen. He'd spent a month running around and used up a lot of favors. I couldn't turn him down."
Han Jiesheng sighed. "In the two years since I returned to Minqing, I realized that my fears back then hadn't been unfounded. I felt that same sense of crisis at Minqing Hospital. But over the past two years, I've run into a lot of trouble in my personal life. My parents had an accident, and I had no choice but to bring them to Minqing for treatment. They both passed away three months ago. I was already planning to leave. I'd even prepared my resignation letter, but then today..."
Han Jiesheng didn't finish, but what he'd left unsaid was obvious.
"It feels like a terrible fate, or like someone's been scheming against me on purpose," Han Jiesheng concluded.
That was also why I'd felt afraid when I first heard how many people had been killed or injured.
I sat on the bed, unable to speak for