Song Qinghe looked at the old man, unconscious and unable to wake up.
Feeling somewhat helpless, and with mixed emotions.
This father, in his mind, was someone to be revered, yet there was a complex resentment towards him.
The father's demands on them, the children, were strict, with physical punishment as a common recourse, even resorting to family rules.
The father believed in "spare the rod, spoil the child."
Among the three brothers, he was the least favored by his father.
Since childhood, he was rebellious.
As he grew up, initially, he didn't want to study medicine; he wanted to paint, to travel the world.
But a whipping from the old man left him no choice but to pursue a path in medicine.
That was not something he liked.
Even though he didn't enjoy walking the path of medicine, he was already on it, life doesn't offer do-overs. If not for his mother's protection all the way, his journey might have been smooth.
