Spring sun warms gently, as the setting sun dips in the west. The light is clear and dust-free.
The emergency department is located on the first floor, and the shadows of the branches outside the window sway distinctly, much like Wu Xiang's unsettled state of mind at this moment, unable to revert to an ancient calm.
Dai Linfang went to accompany the patient, and Lu Cheng, who came along, had already changed into casual clothes. Wu Xiang's clothes were still in the surgical building's changing room, wearing scrubs that looked dry and cool.
The spring breeze was slightly cold, blowing abruptly, causing a small amount of goosebumps to rise up like old skin. Wu Xiang's gaze was reserved: "Lu Cheng, you called me today for more than just this surgery, right?"
"Or rather, you're certainly not trying to prove anything to me, to mock my lack of discernment." Wu Xiang's wording was precise.
