Ode to Joy - Healers don't heal themselves

"Who in the world is living like a purgatory ~ I don't cry, I have no dignity to give up ~ when those dreams drown in the sea of ​​people one day ~ don't be sad let him go This song is a funeral ~ hang on your face There is a mask on the hole~ Rumors are sharper than knives and arrows~~There are too many slaves under the feet of money~How deep is the human heart~The soul is fleeing and has nowhere to go~~Reality is like a wheel and I am an ant"

This kind of music sounded in the place where people are passing by in Shanghai Hongqiao Airport, and some of the travelers in a hurry couldn’t help but stop and listen for a moment, “Life is alive, who has never been young, and who has no helplessness.” When the owner of the ringtone picked up the phone and stopped the music, The stopped traveler resumes his hurried figure

"Hey, senior, I'm here, it's okay, I'll go to the hospital by myself tomorrow." Su Yaqing received a call from the senior of the university as soon as she got off the plane;

Su Yaqing was wearing a white cotton and linen skirt, combed her long hair in a loose braid, she looked like a literary young woman

Su Yaqing's senior is called Jiang Zuo, and now he is working as a surgeon in a top-tier public hospital in Shanghai. He was supposed to pick up the airport, but he couldn't come due to emergency, so Su Yaqing had to take a taxi to the house that the senior helped rent.

After Su Yaqing hung up the phone, she looked at the endless traffic at the airport, showing a faint smile, "Finally back home."

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