Beijing, December 1924
A sick man waits nervously in a hospital. Brought to the hospital complaining of stomach pains, he is oddly silent. Others would cry in pain, or call for their loved ones, but he lies in bed silently while his wife holds his hand. After so long, they don’t need to say anything; but in his heart he worries for her. Had he been a good enough husband?
Without a word, his wife patted his hand, and he smiled. It was then that a doctor walked in; one educated in Japan, of course. The man seemed indifferent to the importance of the man in the hospital bed, and smiled. “He’s fine. It was just food poisoning.”
At that, the wife of Sun Yat-sen hugged her husband, and the founder of the Guomindang smiled. The Northern Expedition was ready, he had Russian support, and was very much alive.
A sick man waits nervously in a hospital. Brought to the hospital complaining of stomach pains, he is oddly silent. Others would cry in pain, or call for their loved ones, but he lies in bed silently while his wife holds his hand. After so long, they don’t need to say anything; but in his heart he worries for her. Had he been a good enough husband?
Without a word, his wife patted his hand, and he smiled. It was then that a doctor walked in; one educated in Japan, of course. The man seemed indifferent to the importance of the man in the hospital bed, and smiled. “He’s fine. It was just food poisoning.”
At that, the wife of Sun Yat-sen hugged her husband, and the founder of the Guomindang smiled. The Northern Expedition was ready, he had Russian support, and was very much alive.
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