When Jack Young was a kid, Old Man Yang used to joke at the dinner table, "Your mom's got a real Heroic Code."
What's a Heroic Code?
It’s got the word 'hero' in it—does that mean she’s some kind of vigilante?
Jack Young asked, and then Old Man Yang explained in detail: "Heroic Code is... you know Water Margin, right? Your mom’s just like one of those outlaws from Liangshan—"
Susan Morrow just smiled smugly.
John Yang revealed the answer: "Black Whirlwind, Li Kui!"
Huh?!
Wait, that’s not what I imagined! Shouldn’t it be someone like Hu Sanniang, the embodiment of heroism and chivalry, a legendary woman with brains and beauty?
Old Man Yang kept going: "Iron Ox Li Kui—big and burly, broad shoulders, thick waist, nobody can take down a guy like that. Or maybe the Monk who yanked out willow trees, who’d punch a villain at the drop of a hat. All guts, all brawn, and every street thug is terrified of these brutes. Once the temper flares up, it’s an all-out brawl, no matter what—if the mood’s right, nothing else matters. That’s the ‘Heroic’ part of the Heroic Code."
Uh... Dad, Dad? You didn’t notice Mom put her chopsticks down? Didn’t see she’s already making a fist? Don’t you realize she’s about to go full 'Heroic' and send you straight to 'Nintendo' heaven?
Young Jack Young tried desperately to signal with his eyes.
But nothing could stop Old Man Yang’s endless monologue.
"But even these brutes, for all their hot tempers, have a spark in their character. They value promises, scoff at death, and hold righteousness above all. Iron Ox fears nothing, and at a shout will grab his axe and charge up Liangshan to wave the ‘Righteous Banner’. Sure, it all turned out to be a farce in the end, but that just goes to show—Li Kui respected his ‘Big Brother’, but he didn’t blindly worship the guy."
"He believed in the righteousness in his heart. If righteousness demanded it, he’d rebel against his ‘Big Brother’ or even chop down the banner. Because for him, a flag is just a flag, but he’s truly doing ‘Heaven’s Will’."
Old Man Yang got all solemn: "That’s the ‘Hero’ part of the Heroic Code. Heroic Code—‘heroic’ is your nature, ‘code’ is your foundation."
"Why do you make me sound like a big oaf? Am I really that reckless? Li Kui, a brute, am I even black?" Susan Morrow put her fist down and went back to eating, half annoyed, half secretly pleased: "But doing Heaven’s Will, that part’s true."
"Hey, I just want you to remember to take care of yourself at work." John Yang took the chance to pile a chicken drumstick into his wife’s bowl: "Here, eat some meat, bulk up. It’s cold lately, gotta stock up for winter."
Susan Morrow happily grabbed the drumstick and started eating.
Little Jack Young was instantly awestruck, staring at his dad like he was gazing up at a sacred mountain.
To be able to joke on the edge of life and death and come out unharmed—Dad, I swear I’m gonna learn from you!
No matter how much Dad joked around, when he said 'Heroic Code,' he wasn’t wrong. Susan Morrow really is that kind of person. Strong-willed, passionate, sometimes even a little combative. But after decades of ups and downs, her circle of close friends has only grown. Why? All thanks to the charm of her Heroic Code.
A patient making a fuss over nothing in the delivery room? She’d smack them on the butt—Quit whining! Keep it up and the kid’ll never come out, so zip it and push!
A family member who started the fight and then hit a nurse? She’d stomp her foot—Got a problem, take it up with me! If you’ve got issues, go complain to the director! Try hitting the nurse again—I dare you!
A mother-in-law who wants her daughter-in-law to abort just because it’s a girl? And the daughter-in-law’s half-agreeing? What, they’re even connected to the director?—Sorry, I don’t do this kind of immoral stuff, no matter who you know. I can’t control what you think, but here, anything that’s basically murder? No way!
Back in 1987, Susan Morrow was still young, not as intense as she’d become. But her Heroic Code was already in full force. To protect new life, she’d roll up her sleeves and give it her all. She wasn’t flashy yet, but she already had a reputation that spread like wildfire.
Miracle Doctor!
Obstetrics Miracle Doctor!
You could search all of Jiping City with a lantern and never find another Obstetrics Miracle Doctor like her!
Looking back, Susan Morrow was just as baffled: "I don’t get it. Back then, no matter what came up, I could handle it. Sometimes I’d just know what was wrong, like someone in my head was whispering the answer."
Late November 1987—a patient hemorrhaged during childbirth, and nobody could help. They called Susan Morrow in, even though she wasn’t on shift.
"Severe ***itis made the *** super fragile, and the newborn’s shoulders were way too broad, so there were tears everywhere during delivery." One doctor jogged alongside Susan Morrow, describing the case: "There are tons of needle-leak tears, and the tissue is so loose it’s impossible to stitch up. Each stitch closes one old tear and opens two new ones. And with all the blood, you can’t even tell where the tears are or how many there are."
"Mm." Susan Morrow’s face didn’t change as she strode forward, hands scrubbed clean and ready. No electric equipment, so to save time, she kicked open the OR door: "Let’s operate!"
A tense surgery—a race against death. Heart-stopping, but quick and efficient.
Thirty-two minutes later, the patient was wheeled out of the OR.
Thirty-two minutes—that’s basically light speed.
"The patient’s out of danger now." Susan Morrow smiled at the family: "Just watch her diet post-op. All right, go celebrate as a family."
"Thank you, doctor! Thank you!" The patient’s mom burst into tears, nearly kneeling: "Doctor, you’re a Miracle Doctor!"
It almost turned into a tragedy, but Susan Morrow pulled them back from the brink. The whole family was overjoyed as they returned to the ward. Watching their happiness, Susan Morrow stretched her back and laughed. And right beside her, standing in the folds of space, Susan Soo laughed too.
Susan Soo was absolutely sure—the girl who looked just like her was the one she was connected to. She could sense her thoughts, guide her to pinpoint the patient’s problem. And she could feel the emotions flowing back from her too.
That warmth, energy, and endless vitality filled her blank heart, letting her rediscover what it means to be human.
No doubt about it—she’s definitely my sister!
"Xiao Hua, sit down and rest!" Director Xu from obstetrics hurried over, taking Susan Morrow’s hand. "You’re pregnant yourself, and we called you in for this surgery—I feel kinda guilty, honestly."
"Director Xu, don’t be so formal with me. Oh, right—since you’re here, could you check on my baby for me?" Susan Morrow suddenly remembered.
"Sure, I’ll take a look!"
A moment later, the ultrasound gave its results. Director Xu nodded: "One placenta, one umbilical cord, one baby. Everything’s normal, developing just fine."
But in the folds of space, Susan Soo shook her head: "Not just one."
She gazed at her sister’s belly, her expression gentle and curious: "These twins are really something special."