Outside the room was Li ZiChen. He had took off his suit, leaving his white shirt that was free from any wrinkles wrapped around the tight fitting light gray vest that showcased his tight waist. His face was amiss, anger or frustration, the emotions changed from one to another as he brought his hand to his nose and pinched the bridge.
The doctor spoke to him again, the same doctor who had taken care of him since childhood, "It is something that you need to talk with the patient. If the patient doesn't want to discuss this with you, a great idea would be bringing this matter in front of her therapist as well."
"I understand," Li ZiChen responded as he crossed his arms with a heavy sigh.
