For His First Love, He Left Me

This wasn't the first time I had been candid with him.

He skillfully performed my surgery several years ago, seamlessly suturing the scar on my chest.

Every time he likes to hold me in his arms and admire his masterpiece.

But this time was different, this time I became his Silent Mentor.

"What was the cause of the cadaver teacher's death?"

As usual, Quincy began by asking questions before class.

While disinfecting, he kept looking towards the autopsy room.

"Traffic accident."

Lily answered calmly.

Hearing these two words, he was obviously stunned for a moment, then smiled bitterly and shook his head.

He still didn't believe that I would die in an accident.

Without saying anything else, he ordered Lily to bring in the graduate students who were attending the class.

At the moment, a dozen people surrounded my body.

The cold incandescent light shone on my body, and as usual, they paid silent tribute to me.

Previously, my cornea had been donated to a child, and my face was covered in blood due to a car accident.

This time, he wanted to show content related to the heart. The relevant personnel had already covered my face and lower body early, leaving only the area from chest to lower abdomen exposed.

Ending silence, he calmly picked up the scalpel.

"Did she have heart surgery before she died?"

He frowned and looked at Lily.

She nodded with red eyes.

Because my heart was scratched by a sharp object during the car accident, he did not notice the scar, which was his usual practice.

He said nothing more and continued to cut.

Each time, he calmly explained the relevant structures to the students.

His surgical precision is impeccable, no doubt why he's the youngest deputy director in the internal medicine department.

The students listened attentively. Lily, who was serving as a teaching assistant, wiped her tears silently and said nothing.

I had already told her about that before I died.

If I unfortunately become his Slient Mentor, didn't stop that happen.

It was the same no matter who perform the dissection.

So now she could only watch silently and say nothing, like a toy doll with its soul drained out.

"This is the passage for heart bypass."

He pointed to a certain place and explained it to the students in detail.

He went deeper again, but his brows became more and more furrowed.

I knew he had sensed something was wrong.

Because there was a layer of sweat on his forehead, the hand holding the knife seemed not so steady.

"Will not..."

He muttered to himself, took a deep breath and used the tool to peel off the membrane again.

Just one glance, he freeze.

There was no way he didn't remember the things and locations he had placed there himself a few years ago.

"Impossible!"

He suddenly raised his voice and his whole body was shaking.

"What's wrong, Mr Jones?"

The graduate students nearby were frightened and quickly gathered around.

He put down the scalpel, still in shock.

Suddenly thinking of Lily's abnormal behavior today, he rushed over and asked, "What's the name of today's Silent Mentor?"

Lily shook her head and said nothing, just silently shedding tears.

Speak!"

He was so angry that he was shaking all over, tears welling up in his eyes.

"Mr. Jones, you are so smart, how could you not recognize it?"

Lily said this in a low voice and continued to wipe her tears.

He took a step back in shock, with his eyes wide open. His gaze lingering on the operating table, as if he wanted to stare a hole in it.

The air was as quiet as stagnant water.

It took him a while to react and he rushed over viciously.

The white cloth covering my body was lifted, revealing my face.