Sheng Ruxi slowly opened her eyes, feeling a strange mix of grogginess and curiosity. The hospital light in the ceiling illuminated the room, casting a sterile glow on the unfamiliar surroundings. As her gaze roamed the space, she struggled to piece together fragments of her memory, searching for clues that could anchor her in reality. Just as confusion settled within her, the door swung open, and a nurse hurriedly entered the room.
Startled, Ruxi's gaze met the nurse's concerned expression. "Mrs. Qin... you're... you're awake," the nurse exclaimed, her voice a mix of surprise and relief. It didn't take long for Sheng Ruxi to realize she was in a hospital. With a sense of urgency, she darted out of the room, leaving Ruxi wondering about her own identity and the reason for such a reaction.
Within moments, a middle-aged man, appearing to be in his early sixties, entered the room, wearing a white lab coat adorned with a stethoscope around his neck. The man introduced himself as Dr. Li, his eyes reflecting a mixture of compassion and professional detachment. With a gentle tone, he began a thorough examination, probing Ruxi's memory and cognitive abilities. Dr. Li asked a series of questions, hoping to assess the extent of Ruxi's amnesia. As she answered, she noticed a subtle change in his demeanor. Beads of perspiration formed on his forehead, hinting at a mix of concern and apprehension. Ruxi's responses seemed to unravel a mysterious tapestry of events, one that held significant weight but remained hidden in the depths of her subconscious.
Once the examination concluded, Dr. Li conferred instructions to the nurse, leaving Ruxi with a heightened sense of curiosity.
Dr. Li retreated to his office, feeling the weight of the moment settle upon his shoulders. He sank into his chair, exhaling deeply as he contemplated the next steps. With a sense of purpose, he reached for the landline on his desk, his fingers trembling ever so slightly as he dialed a familiar number.
"This is Dr. Li," he spoke into the receiver, his voice calm but tinged with a hint of anticipation. He paused for a moment, allowing the words to hang in the air before continuing, "Please inform the Major General that Mrs. Qin is awake and she has amnesia."
The response from the other end of the line was abrupt, the call swiftly disconnected. Dr. Li couldn't help but feel a twinge of unease. The weight of the situation was palpable, as if the truth held consequences that were yet to be revealed.
In a dimly lit room, wisps of cigarette smoke danced in the air, creating a haunting atmosphere. The room exuded a cold aura, matching the demeanor of the man seated within. Major General Qin Weisheng, the youngest major general in Xi Country, commanded respect and fear alike. With a prestigious title earned through his own merits and lineage, he had become an enigmatic figure in the country, carrying the legacy of his grandfather, a retired major general.
Qin Weisheng possessed an immaculate face that would captivate hearts, and his background exuded affluence and influence. His mere presence made him the object of desire for countless women and the envy of men across the nation. His cold and unapproachable demeanor only added to his air of dignified authority, like that of an emperor.
A young military official entered the room, his posture rigid as he saluted the man seated before him. "Sir, Dr. Li called. Your wife is awake and she has amnesia" the official informed, his voice carrying a mixture of deference and anticipation, aware of the significance of the news he bore.
Qin Weisheng maintained his stoic expression, seemingly unaffected by the news, but an unspoken tension filled the room. The temperature dropped, and the air grew heavier, as if burdened by the weight of their unspoken history.
"Hmm," Qin Weisheng grunted in response, his voice devoid of emotion. He reached for his coat, a subtle indication that he was ready to leave.
Meanwhile, attended to by the nurse, Sheng Ruxi struggled to piece together her fragmented memories. Despite her efforts, her mind remained a maze of uncertainty and confusion. As she raised her head, her eyes fixated on the door, which swung open to reveal a young man, his handsome face obscured by a pair of glasses. Carrying a suitcase, he entered the room with an air of calculated nonchalance.
After attending to Sheng Ruxi, the nurse quickly left.
"Good evening, Miss Sheng. How are you feeling?" the man asked, a smile curving his lips, though lacking any true warmth or friendliness. Sheng Ruxi couldn't help but notice the subtle disrespect in the way he addressed her. While the doctor and nurse had shown reverence, calling her "Mrs. Qin," this man before her didn't even acknowledge her. His question carried a hint of mockery, stirring a sense of unease within her.
"I'm fine. Who are you?" Sheng Ruxi inquired, her voice laced with both curiosity and wariness.
"I'm a lawyer. I'm here to get your signatures," the man replied, his tone matter-of-fact. Sheng Ruxi felt a surge of shock ripple through her. Normally, when asked such a question, one would expect a name, a personal connection. But this man, devoid of any personal introduction, simply stated his profession and the purpose of his visit. Confusion clouded her expression as she tried to grasp the gravity of his words.
"What papers?" she asked, her voice trembling with genuine perplexity.
"Divorce papers," the man replied, his words landing like a heavy blow. Sheng Ruxi's world momentarily froze, the implications of his statement crashing down upon her. The fragile threads connecting her to her past and her unknown husband left her adrift in a sea of uncertainty.