Life just went on in this lukewarm way.
That afternoon at three,
the obstetrics and gynecology department at Central Hospital was having its routine rounds report.
Wen Chi, who was leading the group, was dressed in a clean white coat, with a stethoscope casually draped around his neck and his hands tucked into his pockets. He had a tall and upright figure, a clear and handsome face with distinct features, and his gentle and refined temperament was turning heads. His stride was full of presence, and he was followed closely by a host of subordinate colleagues.
Everyone felt that Dr. Wen was especially stylish today, but also especially cold, so they all trembled with apprehension, fearing they would get scolded for any missteps.
"Bed one, has the post-cesarean patient's temperature been taken?"
"It has, all is normal."
"Bed two, who's responsible? Did you help with the massage?"
