"It feels like I owe you something, since you've treated her for so long." Jingjing's mother said regretfully. Although Dr. Chen Xiaoqian was young, she was the most dedicated and responsible doctor she had ever met.
Xiao Qian's gaze swept around and suddenly stopped at a small keychain on the table.
It was a somewhat faded metal mashimaro pendant.
"Can I have this?"
"Sure, but it's a bit faded. If you like it, I can buy you a new one."
Xiao Qian waved her hand, "Faded items, unfaded memories. Please take good care of your recovered daughter. Goodbye."
"Thank you, Dr. Chen! You are a good person!"
Jingjing's parents bowed to Xiao Qian's retreating figure.
Xiao Qian held the Mashimaro pendant tightly in her hand, a faint smile appearing at the corner of her mouth.
A good person, huh?
She would rather be a bad person, but she was indeed a good doctor.
Being a bad person and a good doctor wasn't a conflict.
