On the third day after the celebration party ended, Li Zehui locked himself in his office, not stepping out the entire afternoon.
He just sat there, his computer on in front of him, with a drafted email that he wrote and deleted, then deleted and wrote again, a reply to some old colleagues in Cleveland.
The email asked him: How do you feel after being back in the country for more than a year? Any regrets?
He stared at the screen for a long time, finally moving the cursor to the top right corner and clicking close.
It's not that he doesn't want to reply, it's that he doesn't know how to answer.
The scenes from that celebration party day kept replaying in his mind.
He is not someone who hasn't seen the world. When in Cleveland, he won awards, was featured in the news, and also attended celebration parties held by the hospital for him, with buffets, champagne, a few minutes of speeches, then everyone socializing with their drinks. Decent, reserved, but not overly enthusiastic.
