Almost quitting time, the sky of Haicheng was still a brilliant blue, and if someone were brought over from inland, they might guess the time to be between 11 a.m. and 2 p.m. based on the color of the sky.
Gu Ran, Wang Jiajia escorted Ms. Xie to the parking lot.
The driver was already waiting by the back door, wearing white gloves—a scene Gu Ran had only seen in movies and television dramas.
"Thank you for today, Mr. Gu," Ms. Xie extended her hand.
"Treating patients is a doctor's job, frankly speaking, it's about earning money; there's no need for thanks," Gu Ran replied, shaking her hand lightly.
Ms. Xie also had a nice pair of hands, without the fashionable manicures common among women, and the lunar crescents on her fingernails looked beautiful.
If anyone were brought over just to look at these hands, they would think that the owner of the hands was no more than 22 years old.
Gu Ran felt that 'the old toad's love for hands' might not be satisfied with just one instance.
