The Gap Between Dreams and Reality

Fang Zhou’s WeChat friend list didn’t have many women to begin with.

Among those who had a good relationship with Fang Zhou but weren’t deleted, probably only Zhang Zhiyin remained.

When Zhang Zhiyin saw the news, she was on the high-speed train back to Beijing.

She looked at her phone in shock, unable to believe what she was reading.

She recognized each word individually, but why couldn’t she understand them when they were put together?

What did it mean that Fang Zhou and Qin Yun had reconciled?

Were they really getting back together at such a critical moment?

This was something Zhang Zhiyin couldn’t believe.

Fang Zhou valued his sister so much. How could he have time to announce his relationship on social media during such a crisis?

So, he must have been forced by circumstances.

Could it be that Fang Zhou didn’t find a matching kidney donor abroad?

In the end, did he have to turn to that doctor?

The dreams she had were long past, and Zhang Zhiyin couldn’t remember them clearly, but she had recorded some details in her notebook.

Zhang Zhiyin suddenly realized that she might have been looking in the wrong direction all along.

Qin Yun did come from a family of doctors, and she herself was a genius surgeon.

The kidney transplant surgery was indeed very difficult, but the real challenge was finding a suitable kidney that wouldn’t cause rejection in Fang Wenjing’s body.

So, had she been focusing on the wrong thing?

She had found a capable surgeon but not a suitable kidney donor.

In the end, the only person who could truly help Fang Zhou was Qin Yun.

Zhang Zhiyin had never felt so powerless.

She slumped in her seat, her gaze empty, staring at the rapidly passing scenery outside the window, which now seemed meaningless.

“Little sister, let me know when the surgery is scheduled so I can inform the professor in advance.”

This was a WeChat message from her brother, Zhang Zihang.

Looking at her brother’s profile picture on the screen, Zhang Zhiyin smiled bitterly and replied with a simple “Okay.”

Even her usually unreliable brother was so concerned this time. How could she give up now?

Zhang Zhiyin forced herself to calm down and carefully analyze what was wrong.

She closed her eyes, recalling the dreams she had had, trying to figure out what was off.

Was it the direction of her efforts or the timing?

Wait, timing?

Zhang Zhiyin suddenly opened her eyes, realizing something.

She opened the calendar on her phone and checked the date. It was already August 6th, late summer and early autumn.

Autumn was about to begin. Although the weather was still hot, more than half of the year had already passed.

No, something was wrong.

She remembered that in her dream, when Fang Zhou asked Qin Yun for help, he was wearing a trench coat.

Moreover, the surroundings were different from now.

The withered grass and the large patches of golden sycamore trees indicated it was late autumn, not now.

This meant that in the dream, Fang Wenjing’s illness occurred much later than now.

Zhang Zhiyin immediately opened her phone and found Li Siming’s contact information, calling him.

Li Siming might have been playing with his phone because he answered almost instantly.

“Hello, what’s up, Zhiyin? How does the great writer Zhang have time to call me?”

Li Siming’s tone was as teasing and cheerful as ever, his clear voice coming through the phone.

Zhang Zhiyin responded and then calmly and clearly asked, “I have something important to ask you. Are you available now?”

“Of course, ask away. I’ll tell you everything I know!”

“Li Siming, did Fang Zhou ever tell you if there was any news about his sister’s kidney donor?”

Li Siming thought for a moment and then replied, “He did mention that Dr. Du found a suitable kidney donor for him.

But because his sister’s condition suddenly worsened, that kidney can’t be used for now.”

Something suddenly clicked in Zhang Zhiyin’s mind. She finally understood what was wrong.

Fang Wenjing’s condition had worsened earlier than expected, making the kidney unusable, forcing Fang Zhou to seek help from Qin Yun.

Her efforts weren’t in vain.

In the dream, Fang Zhou had asked Qin Yun for help as a surgeon, not for the kidney.

Zhang Zhiyin felt like she had finally found the root of the problem.

Fang Wenjing’s illness had worsened earlier than expected. She could have lived another year or two, but the sudden deterioration had pushed all the timelines forward.

But why did she suddenly get worse?

This was something Zhang Zhiyin couldn’t figure out.

She hung up the phone and looked out the window. The sunlight shone on the ground, and the bright scenery flashed before her eyes.

Zhang Zhiyin suddenly realized that those dreams might not be entirely accurate.

Because in the real world, no one could predict everything.

And dreams were just mysterious and elusive things.

In that moment, Zhang Zhiyin felt a sense of helplessness.

So, could she really not help Fang Zhou?

Would she have to watch Fang Zhou follow the path in her dream?

Were all her efforts just futile struggles, ultimately useless?

When a leaf falls into a whirlpool, someone will always try to reach out and save it, but when they get into the water, they realize the leaf has already been swept away.