ZHAN BACKGROUND
I have learned not to expect too much from life. Still, somewhere inside me, I carry a quiet hope... that life holds another kind of happiness. One that feels whole. Not something I must earn or borrow... but something I can softly call mine.- Zhan.
No. 24, Water Street, Beijing.
09:15pm
Lightning flashed across the black sky, a prelude to the impending downpour. A cold wind began to blow, shaking anything that couldn't withstand its force... Among the things in its path was Zhan, sitting on a small, soft carpet.
From where he sat, he faced the room's large window, where the remaining wind entering through the gaps in the frame slowly played with him.
His eyes were closed,their pupils moving in the darkness he saw behind his lids, while his long hands were stretched out in front of him in a gesture of supplication to the higher power he held as his shield, his heart open and pouring out all his needs.
The cool breeze came again, settling on his skin. He felt its chill through the pant he wore, piercing his skin. When he finally finished his quiet thoughts, he rubbed his face and slowly opened his eyes. The dim light of the room, where no lamp was lit except for the porch light filtering in from outside, washed over his eyes.
He finished his meditation, ran his slender fingers over his face, and then slowly stood up.
From where he was sitting, upstairs on the first floor of the house, he could hear the noise rising from downstairs, which was filled with the bustling preparations for the lunar new year celebrations the next day...
That night marked the culmination of thirty days of intense activity. So it wasn't just their household; the entire city stood filled with the hustle and bustle of lunar new year preparations to the point where you couldn't even tell how late it was. Earlier, when he had accompanied Noni out shopping, almost everywhere in the city there was the commotion of slaughtering chickens and selling them; the market for soup ingredients they went to was no different, packed with people everywhere you turned, all struggling to do business.
It seemed since morning everywhere had been bright and crowded, and Zhan had watched how shopkeepers displayed their wares and how people crowded to buy. Traffic was another story entirely; from the time they finished shopping until they managed to get home was almost 8pm, and even then, the driver had tried his best to navigate through the neighborhood alleys to avoid the main road.
So after they returned, the house was chaotic again with work, as there were many traditional dishes for the feast that had to be prepared for the day when the entire household would gather.
So everyone in the house was trying their best to finish what could be finished that night, since the list of foods to be prepared was long and not small. Even the elder women of the house, Nainai and Taichen, who usually had little to do with the kitchen, were downstairs tonight working alongside the others. They worked and chatted happily and contentedly, as almost all the members of the household had been exhausted since the afternoon. It was only the adult men, the uncles and their wives (the pillars of the household), which was why Zhan had only just found the opportunity to slip away for his meditation. It was only now that he found the space to return and present his contribution.
His long fingers folded the carpet he had sat on into four, he took off his cool outer shirt and folded it too, then took them and put them back on top of the bedside drawer in his room.
At that moment, Bai entered the room carrying a large bowl filled with fried chicken. Zhan turned to look at his younger brother from where he stood.
"Nainai said you should put this on top of the wardrobe because Heshan and the others will sleep in this room."
A small smile touched Zhan's lips, knowing the kind of banter that existed between Nainai and her grandchildren, especially at a time like this when they were testing her patience and resolve. Whatever they knew she would say, they would do.
He stretched out and took the bowl with his slender hands, which looked barely able to hold its weight.
"And Bai, where is the lid? Shouldn't it just be left like this?"
"Aunty Hsiao is chopping onions over it there, and she heard Nainai saying to cover the meat with it. Now if she has finished, she should know to wash it again..."
"Bai..."
Zhan didn't let him finish the sentence, cutting him off with a slight narrowing of his eyes.
"If you wash it again, what will cut inside you? Didn't I forbidding you from saying such things about Aunty Hsiao, huh?"
Bai pouted a little, knowing that whatever he said about Aunty Hsiao, his older brother would not side with him. In his heart, he wondered what kind of charm Zhan had been given that made him never see fault in people, no matter what a person did, he would find a way to make an excuse for them and refuse to see their fault.
"Go downstairs. When she's done, take it, wash it, and then come back and cover it." Zhan said with a serious face.
"Okay Gege."
Bai replied,then turned and left the room.
Zhan turned too, stepped onto the bed, placed the bowl on top of the wardrobe, and then came down, also heading downstairs.
As he was descending amidst the crowd of people there, Aunty Hsiao's eyes fell on him.
"Where have you been all this time, Zhan? Look at your younger brothers and sisters here, struggling to cut those vegetables over there, fighting to finish."
She said, pointing to the side where the other children were slicing vegetables as if their lives depended on it, amidst their chatter.
"I was mediating Aunty. Let me go so we can finish."
He said, passing in front of Aunty Shui, who was sitting on a small chair breastfeeding her child nearby. Next to her was the tray that Nainai and Taichen were using to peel melon seeds in their conversation.
Aunty Shui watched Zhan pass, then turned to look at Aunty Hsiao again and said.
"Where is Fuyue?I haven't seen him since this afternoon."
Heavens, Aunty Hsiao looked at her and said.
"He went to his room, his head is hurting. Should I bring him out for you?"
She ended the sentence sharply.
Aunty Shui shook her head.
"Who am I? To Bring out Fuyue, the king of men, for me? Let him have his rest, may things ease for him."
Aunty Hsiao frawn and continued turning the meat.
From where Zhan found a seat near them, he could hear Aunty Shui, and just as Aunty Hsiao had spoken to her, she also replied to her in kind. He just gave a small smile and continued with his work.
Aunty Shui too, since she wasn't a permanent member of the household, but they were all now used to Fuyue's ways. There was nothing you would see him doing with his hands in the house; he was always in his room pressing buttons on his phone or had gone to a party at some friend's place. Especially now that he had found someone who was somewhat funding him, his behavior had worsened, and he had become somewhat rebellious even towards Aunty Hsiao's scolding.
Slowly, Zhan eyes turned. He looked at how Aunty Hsiao had brought the meat before Nainai, who was struggling to explain something, failing to satisfy Noni, who was standing behind them. Then further ahead, where the other domestic workers were struggling with large pots of soup ingredients that had been set aside, and with their other tasks involving the spices and the fried rice that was also planned for tomorrow morning. The young children were playing their games amidst the work being done. Uncle Yulan was up by the water tank with a repairman, checking why the water hadn't been flowing since the afternoon. Zhan saw that Bai had also taken Aunty Hsiao child and was carrying him on his shoulder.
As usual, as always, for fourteen long years, something stirred in Zhan's heart. It wasn't new; he had known it for a long time. He had known it since the day he saw his mother for the last time in this world, and the day he saw Nainai for the first time in his life.
It was with him always and forever, but all the long years and the passage of time had not lessened its weight in his heart. Whenever Zhan moved, he felt as if it had been poured into his heart along with the long list of challenges that followed his life and that of his younger brother. Challenges that didn't just snatch him at high noon; it was something that had followed them since each of them took their first breath in this world, up until now, living with the family of Mr. Min Ghao.
Min Ghao was a prominent and very wealthy man in his lifetime. He was among those blessed with financial prosperity and held in high esteem throughout his life before his passing, leaving behind his family: one wife, one concubine, and eight children.
His wife, called Nainai, had five children: four sons and one daughter, while the second woman, whom everyone called Taichen, had only three children: two daughters and one son, who was the youngest.
Now,in his absence, the eldest children of his wife Nainai... namely Uncle Bengquan, Uncle Sanxing, and Uncle Ruobing.... were the ones managing all the affairs of the household. This situation had become a source of friction from Taichen's side, as her daughters, Binxin and Hsiao, were constantly resentful, feeling that a form of colonialism was being imposed on them in the house because they were women, and their brother Yulan was the youngest among the men of the house, since he wasn't even married yet.
They were always whispering that they had no freedom in the house, claiming that after the inheritance was divided, the entire house fell into the hands of Nainai's sons. But Nainai herself insisted they should all continue living together with nowhere else to go. Therefore, they felt they were being treated like outsiders in the house, as they had almost consumed their own share of the inheritance.
Binxin, called Maama, was the eldest daughter of Taichen. She was married not far from their family home, so she frequently visited her own home. She had five children: one boy and four girls. After Maama came Aunty Hsiao, who had only one son, Fuyue, who is Zhan's junior. Her husband died long ago, so she lived in the house with her son. Then there was Yulan, who had finished his education and even started working but was not yet married.
Nainai's four eldest children were all men. Uncle Bengquan, whom everyone called Uncle Eldest, had one wife and four children-two boys and two girls, all married.
Uncle Sanxing, called Uncle Nanjing, was the second son and lived there in Nanjing with his one wife and his three children-two girls, who were almost Bai's age in high school, and a young boy not more than seven years old. He was very wealthy; among all of Nainai's children, he was the most financially successful, and his wife also came from a wealthy family. So if it wasn't for a special time like this, you wouldn't see them around; only occasionally would he come to check on Nainai. He and his family were quite detached from his relatives.
After him came Uncle Ruobing, who lived here in the house with his family. He had returned to his father's side after the death of their father, Min Ghao, along with his wife and his three siblings, so there would be an older man to manage the house.
After them came Zhong, who was the last son of Nainai, that is, Yulan. He was a bank worker, married to his wife with two young children, both boys. Then there was Nainai's daughter, called Shui. She wasn't very old, as when Nainai gave birth to her, everyone was surprised she could still bear children. Therefore, she hadn't been married long and had one young son.
These were the family of Min Ghao-a household of great honor and prestige since the time of Min Ghao's life until now after his passing. And into this family, Zhan and Bai entered, with their own lives full of various hidden complexities.
Their history began forty-five years ago, when Nainai was pregnant with her third son, Ruobing. At that time, Min Ghao was at the peak of his wealth, and she was his only wife. There was a young girl who helped with domestic chores and looked after the children named Suchue.
Suchue was originally from another province, an orphan who lived with her paternal uncle, who was the only relative she knew on her father's side. Her mother also had no other close relatives, only distant cousins.
After the death of her paternal uncle, the inheritance was divided among his own children, as he was a man with multiple marriages. Therefore, his first wife, who had young children, returned to her parents' home. From then on, Suchue's life became unstable, moving from one relative's house to another, until barely any of her mother's relatives, one called UncleBailie, took her in.
Since Uncle Bailie was also a poor man with limited means,he didn't think twice about sending her out to work, just as he did with his own children. The first household where she started fending for herself was at Nainai's.
Suchue was a clever, quiet, and exceptionally clean girl. These qualities, added to her beauty, were such that you would never look at her and think she was a housemaid. Furthermore, her extreme obedience and calm demeanor won the hearts of Nainai and even her husband at the time; they began to treat her like their own daughter. She became a part of the household; siblings and friends all knew her. Their children treated her like a sister, and every sorrow and joy in the life of the household was shared with her.
Nainai and her husband sent her to school for both Western and traditional education.However, their wish for her to continue her studies like their own children was not possible, because even before she finished high school, suitors were pursuing her. Even Min Ghao was not left in peace; some even came from Uncle Bailie's village with their proposals. Therefore, after the came and insisted that she must marry, Nainai and her husband had no choice but to reluctantly agree, managing only to have her finish high school late, as she was already over twenty years old at that time.
Having no choice, Uncle Bailie chose a man for her whose scale of generosity was greater in his eyes, a man named Xiao Die, and married her to him. After the marriage, he took her away to his hometown.
There, she gave birth to Zhan and his brother Bai. And when Bai was only two years old, she passed away. Her death brought a host of challenges that prompted Nainai and her husband to take them in and bring them under their care, since at that time Uncle Bailie had also died, and there was no close relative to take them in.
There is a strong bond between Zhan and his brother Bai, despite the seven-year age difference between them. The name "Bai" originated from Zhan himself, remembering the day his mother placed the newborn in his arms. Zhan looked at him and uttered the name 'Bai,' and so the name stuck with him. Even when their lives turned upside down and they returned to Nainai's care, the name didn't change; "Bai" remained what everyone called him.
Anyone who knew Zhan's mother in the past and looks at him now would say he is the very image of his mother. Their resemblance is exact, with no difference. Even their skin tone, which was not fair but had a certain radiance that enhanced her lovely disposition-from his facial features to his somewhat delicate physique. Whatever it was, Nainai would bow her head and mention Suchue's name with a wish for mercy upon her, for he reminded her of her, he reminded her of her Suchue.
Nainai loved them deeply, especially Zhan, because she would often say that when she looked at him, it was as if her lost Suchue had returned. She would affirm that from that day, from the day their feet stepped into the house, Nainai never did anything to upset them.
At that time, Bai was only two years old, while Zhan was nine. So, almost their entire education took place in this house until now, with Bai in his third year of high school and he having graduated as a Nurse from a private nursing school.
Uncle Eldest and others had wanted him to go to University, but they encountered problems, twice, in securing his admission. It was only in the second year that they found him a good private school of Nursing, as time was passing with him just staying at home.
And from the time Zhan entered school until he graduated, he never had any problems. After everyone recognized his diligence, he himself knew he had an inclination, which was why his interest had leaned towards health-related studies from the beginning.
Now, after graduating, he found a sort of voluntary job at a hospital near them, for which they paid him only about two thousand a month. But he was immensely grateful for the money because, although there was nothing he lacked, the money allowed him to cover some small needs for himself and his younger sibling.
Therefore, from him down to Bai, their minds were now completely at ease. The multitude of shadows they came with had been completely filled with the affection and kindness they received alongside the family of Min Ghao-a household of great honor and prestige since the time of Min Ghao's life until now after his passing. It wasn't just the immediate family; even the neighborhood people associated the words honor and prestige with any member of the household, because their upbringing, education, and composure stood out wherever they went.
But now, with persistence, Aunty Hsiao and Taichen's children wanted to stir up some discord among them. One could even say Aunty Hsiao was the ringleader in inciting any strife in the house. Even before she was married, everyone knew her character: materialistic and harsh towards anyone she disapproved of. That's why since she returned to the house, she had become the prime instigator, pushing her mother Taichen with the notion that they were not valued in the house, that even the children of the other woman-meaning Zhan and his sibling-were more important in the house because everyone loved them and Nainai never found fault with them.
Furthermore, her ex-husband was a man of means, and they were still in a legal dispute over her allegedly spending his money before their separation. She, however, swore she knew nothing about it, claiming it was the collapse of his wealth that caused her to separate from him.
And although everyone knew her character and the things she did,they mostly avoided confrontation on the advice of Uncle Eldest, who said he did not want anything to stir conflict among them, as their father, before leaving this world, had left them with the legacy of their unity. So, the limit was that if she did something necessary to address, he would call her himself and scold her, which had no effect on her.
:-*:-*:-*:-*
The house of Min Ghao was the kind belonging to the wealthy. It was large and spacious, with many sections and wings, painted a glossy white that had never been changed whenever it was time for repainting.
It was a house whose beauty and quality of construction were evident even from a distance,distinguishing it from modern builds. It was a vast and spacious building, one on which a lot of money had been spent even in that era.
If you entered through the gate, there was a large, central courtyard. On the left side was a large, separate building that was Min Ghao's section when he was alive. Now, it had become the section for Uncle Ruobing and his family. On the right side was the main two-story house. There was a large living room on the ground floor, tiled with tiles, and two separate kitchens-one for wood-fire cooking and another for storing pots and using gas, along with the servants' quarters, all on the ground floor.
The first floor was the section for the women of the household, Nainai and Taichen. Their rooms, which included large sitting rooms and two bedrooms with bathrooms inside, faced each other, separated by a circular balcony that overlooked the ground floor if one peered over.
Uncle Eldest had not lacked suggestions that Nainai and the others should change the house's arrangement and move downstairs due to old age and joint issues, but each of them insisted that they preferred their rooms and would not move.
The second floor housed the rooms for the children of the house and for guests or storage. Usually, these rooms weren't used much now and were mostly locked.
Even Aunty Hsiao and her son lived in Taichen's rooms,as there were two rooms within her sitting area, just as Zhan and Bai, who lived with Nainai, also stayed in her room. There was no need for anyone to go upstairs to open a separate room for themselves.
In fact, most of the rooms upstairs now were filled with Aunty Hsiao's belongings, which she had stored there. There was constant argument about her selling them off, perhaps for ceremonial expenses, but she refused.
~ * * ~
Sometimes, your whole life stays quiet, until one moment whispers, and you're standing in a story you never saw coming...- Zhan.
Exactly nine o'clock in the morning. At this time, the entire household of Min Ghao was gathered with the whole extended family, from the children down to the grandchildren.
In Uncle Ruobing's section-the part that belonged to Min Ghao before his passing-there was a large sitting room for receiving guests, and it was where he gathered all his siblings whenever he had an announcement. In the years following his passing, it was usually closed, not even opened except to store items.
Two years ago, when a similar gathering was to be held, Aunty Hsiao and her sister Maama started the complaint that they were being sidelined and weren't part of the gathering because, they claimed, the Uncles and their siblings were all together on Nainai's side, and they had come and seen only Taichen, meaning no one would pay them any mind except their own children. It was a statement they wanted to use to cause a stir, but Uncle Eldest supported them, saying they had a point. Hence, opening this sitting room became the norm for everyone to gather together.
Since they had now decreed that whenever they came and saw Nainai and the others had eaten and everyone was going about their business, leaving the children to their own devices, they should have their own space.
So today, as always, this sitting room was packed with the household members. It was spread with soft, plush carpets suitable for the season. Nainai and Taichen were the first you'd see upon entering, sitting dressed in new matching outfits, as they did every year, while their grandchildren and even great-grandchildren milled about. Uncle Ruobing's children were taking photos of them with their phones. Bai was in charge of fixing and arranging them in a line.
On another side, Uncle Eldest and his two brothers were discussing matters that concerned them, especially now that they were together, including Uncle Nanjing, who wasn't often seen in full. The two of them, Uncle Ruobing and Uncle Eldest, met more frequently, as Uncle Eldest usually came to see Nainai every other week.
Uncle Zhong, who was the youngest of them, was calling from outside alone. Whenever he came, he gave the excuse of work, though he couldn't refuse to come entirely.
Yulan, the son of Taichen, was with Shao and Hai (the eldest sons of Uncle Eldest) chatting, as they worked in the same place.
Maama's children were with Fuyue, taking their own photos, not having gone to the kitchen where the business of serving food was happening, while their two younger siblings sat beside them, refusing to go over to Uncle Nanjing's children, who were chatting with Uncle Ruobing's daughter, who was their age. They just watched them, exchanging little whispers among themselves, as their parents had taught them.
The wives of Shao and Hai (the sons of Uncle Eldest) were with Ainan, Uncle Eldest's daughter, and Zhong's wife, having their own separate conversations.
The senior in-laws-the wife of Uncle Eldest, the wife of Uncle Ruobing, and the wife of Uncle Nanjing-were also sitting by themselves, always engaged in lively conversation.
If you left there and came to the part inside the house where the food to be eaten was being busily prepared, after Iya Noni and the other workers under her, there was Aunty Shui, who was almost constantly directing how everything should be done, all while carrying her young son on her back. Then there were Aunty Hsiao and Maama, who almost always isolated themselves to their own side, doing things and constantly adding to everything.
Noni picked up a flask filled with white rice cakes! The aroma was intense. She turned to a different part of the kitchen where Zhan was with Atu and one of Uncle Eldest's daughters, who was his junior. They were preparing the meal for the Uncles.
"Zhan, I just noticed we haven't added the rice cake here yet."
At the same time, Zhan looked up at her. His eyes were lined, the black eyeliner making their whiteness and beauty even more pronounced. And beyond the eyeliner, there was nothing on his face except the glossy lip balm on his well-defined lips. But if you looked at his face closely, you could tell he had spent time on his appearance, given how flawless it looked! He was wearing a very light lemon green shirt with silver accents.
If you looked at anyone else in the house, you'd see they had dressed up for the lunar new year in their own beautiful clothes, but if you looked at Zhan, you would simply see him, enhanced by the simple elegance he had achieved, without any noisy adornment attached to it.
His lips parted in a smile that further highlighted how nice his well-defined lips looked with the lip balm he had applied. He looked at Noni and said,
"But it was poured, Noni. I measured and poured it into that flask earlier. Everything is finished there. We just need to add sugar here, then we'll take it now and deliver it."
Happily, Noni said,
"Oh, thank you. Well done, Zhan. Today, if not for you, the confusion would have been too much for me. Now, let me see to blending and serving for Nainai too..."
With that, she turned away with the flask of rice cakes in her hand.
Zhan, with his long beautiful fingers, barely managed to open the sugar container. He poured it into a small glass jar, one of Nainai's old containers that she said dated back to her wedding days, which she never brought out unless something was being served to the Uncles from it.
He poured a generous amount of sugar into it, and then he, along with Situ and Atu, started carrying it, walking towards the sitting room where they would deliver it to the Uncles.
Since Zhan was the last one because he was walking slowly, his eyes caught Aunty Hsiao and her group further ahead, struggling with their plates of food piled higher than their stomachs could possibly hold. They were piling food like that, taking more than they could eat, sometimes even hiding some in their room with the excuse of having guests, preventing the food meant to be shared from being enough for everyone. Usually, the next morning, they would bring it out spoiled.
They were about to enter the sitting room when his eyes spotted Maama's eldest son Sun Li standing to the side, pressing his phone. From where he was, he winked at him and gave a smile that made Zhan feel like he might vomit. Before he knew it, he had made a subtle gesture of disgust and turned himself away. In the past, if there was anything Zhan disliked, it was seeing him come to the house, because he would persistently follow him with talk, pestering him with intensity.
Ever since that day Maama had caught him in the kitchen following him and pestering him, and Mama had intervened in a way that would make one swear a death oath had been made, and then added assurances that she would curse him as long as he kept being seen with Zhan, he had finally found some relief. Especially after Uncle Eldest was said to have found him a job, so everyone had some peace and his loitering reduced.
After they set down the plates in front of the Uncles, exchanging greetings and wishes for a blessed meal, he and Situ began distributing to everyone what they wanted. At that moment, the entire sitting room was filled with the aromas of various foods, everyone was busy serving themselves what they wanted.
When Zhan handed Uncle Nanjing the cup of millet porridge he had poured for him, was when the man handed him his car keys with one hand. With a bright smile on his face, he said.
"I've a surprise for you. Before I come and get caught up in the family noise and forget... Go open my car, in the dashboard drawer there's a brown envelope. Take it, it's for you."
Zhan looked at him. He glanced at Uncle Eldest and saw that they were all smiling, indicating they knew about the matter, especially Uncle Eldest, who was known for being aware of everything that happened.
Surprise briefly coursed through him,because he knew there was nothing particularly connecting him to Uncle Nanjing besides the weekend greetings he sent to a list of people, including him, or if it had been a couple of days, he would call to greet him.
So, just like that, Zhan felt his chest tighten. Something heavy dropped deep inside his stomach, far down. But he quickly just nodded and then responded.
"Well, Uncle, thank you."
He said that and then stood up. And even though he heard Aunty Shui calling for him to bring a flask of soup from inside the house, he simply didn't pay attention to her. He went straight to the parking space where everyone parked their cars, without even paying attention to which car was Uncle Nanjing's, as knowing cars wasn't exactly in Zhan's repertoire. So, he had to ask the Driver, who he spotted eating his own food with some other people to the side, and he pointed out the car to him.
And he didn't even know if he could open the door until he saw that the key was remote and it opened. Since it was near the driver's seat, he opened it, got in, sat down, then reached out his hand and opened the dashboard compartment. The brown envelope was sitting inside as if waiting for him. Something grew heavier in his chest. He used his slender fingers to pick it up, then pulled out the paper inside.
It was a thick paper that Zhan felt filled his hand, as if it filled his hand with the weight of promises it carried.
And without any delay, his eyes began to follow every letter written on it, which were part of a text containing various words.
Surgical Recovery & Reintegration Initiative (SRRI)
In Partnership with PrimeCare Private Hospital
Plot 8, GRA, Beijing
Email: [email protected] | Phone:
+9958363*****
Mr. Xiao Die Zhan
No. 24, Emir water Street
Beijing.
Dear Mr. Xiao Die Zhan,
LETTER OF APPOINTMENT
We are pleased to inform you that following your nomination and successful screening, you have been selected to serve as a Nurse Secretary under the Surgical Recovery & Reintegration Initiative (SRRI) at PrimeCare Private Hospital.
Your duties will involve both clinical nursing support and administrative coordination, working closely with the SRRI Lead Consultant Surgeon, Dr. Yibo, and reporting to the Project Coordinator. You are expected to demonstrate professionalism, compassion, and attention to detail, as SRRI is a high-impact program focused on post-operative recovery, patient reintegration, and healthcare innovation.
This appointment is project-based and shall run initially for six (6) months, subject to renewal based on performance and project funding.
Terms of Appointment:
Commencement Date: Monday, 19th May, 2019
Reporting Time: 7:30 AM daily
Location: SRRI Office, PrimeCare Private Hospital
Monthly Stipend: CN¥12,500 per month
Dress Code: Official nursing scrubs and ID badge (to be issued on Day One)
Probation Period: First 30 days of active duty
Please report to the SRRI Coordinator's office no later than 7:15 AM on your start date for documentation and induction.
We congratulate you on your appointment and look forward to your meaningful contribution to the success of this initiative.
Warm regards,
Dr. Bing Shei
Program Coordinator, SRRI
For: Ministry of Health & PrimeCare Private Hospital.
Zhan's eyes reached the end of reading the letter that was the foundation of what would divide his world into a chasm he had never foreseen. This single thing would lead him to the shore where the pen had run dry on his destiny... A destiny intertwined with a multitude of people whose own imaginations had never glimpsed anything like it...
For certainly, in the future, if he were asked the cause of everything, the reason for the multitude of events he couldn't even count... this day, this moment would be remember!
NB
I think I've given you enough context for the program name, right?😊
Now... The story begins....
Zhanxianyibo💚❤️💛