South China Hospital.
The operating room's door swings open.
A man in a blue sterilized suit steps out.
He takes out his cell phone and impassively opens Weibo, his gaze landing on the fifth trending topic on the social media site.
[Qin Family Young Master encounters danger late at night, culprit still at large]
He opens the topic with a seemingly indifferent expression and scrolls through some pixelated photos, faintly displaying the victim's gruesome condition. Yet, there's no discernable expression on his face.
But his handsome eye sockets are both deep and dark.
Lost in thought, a voice interrupts him from the front.
"Dr. Fu, the director wants you to go up to the twelfth floor, there's a conference."
The nursing director, who was standing in front of him, makes the reminder.
Fu Chi glances back, his eyelashes fluttering, casting his eyes in a shadow. He tucks his cell phone away and, without any hurry, acknowledges, "Alright, thank you."
