After the acupuncture session, the old doctor left first, saying he couldn't stand to watch young people being romantic with each other and he walked out, shaking his head.
"It was merely darning a button, and Grandpa Zhang assumed we're being overly intimate." Saying this, he quickly started mending the button.
He imagined her standing in front of him every morning, buttoning his shirt one by one, fixing his tie, and leaving a lingering kiss on his lips. If this could be his ritual before he leaves for work every day, it would invariably make his day wonderful.
She was giving him that similar feeling now.
The old doctor prepared a Chinese medical prescription for him, asking, "Have you ever had Chinese medicine?"
"I've had it when I was a child."
"Are you used to it?"
Before he could answer, Eleven interjected, "Prescribe it! Good medicine tastes bitter. I'll make sure he drinks it all obediently."
