The next three and half years seemed to fly by for everyone else, but I felt like I was stuck in one of those montage moments where everyone was on fast forward but me.
While Bai Long Qiang thrived in the military, I only saw him maybe once a year, if I was lucky. Only the little red dot on my phone app let me know he was alive when I needed a little reassurance.
The idea of an eight year old in medical school quickly wore off and I was seen as nothing more than competition… and a punching bag. Internships came and went, and as I predicted, no one wanted a child in their hospital "playing dress up as a doctor."
By the time I was twelve, I had been turned down by all of the major hospitals in Country K and most of the minor ones, too. I might have had the best marks in the university, but no one was willing to take a chance on me in the real world.
Except one…
