Doctor

Typically, when writing a confession, one begins by introducing oneself, but I must begin by talking about another person. If it weren't for him, I might not even have picked up this pen. That man's name was Wei An, a favorite of the secretary. Many people have only heard of him in rumors, but have never actually met him. But to me, he's more than just a name; he's a shadow, a hidden nail, deeply embedded in my memory.
Years later, in the stillness of the night, I still think of him. If I hadn't met him, my life might have been very different; and it's precisely because of meeting him that I'm writing this article today.