The sun set in the west, People's Hospital.
Yan Qiying took off his white lab coat and put on his jacket.
Although he was approaching middle age, time hadn't etched too many marks on him.
The slender fingers accustomed to holding a scalpel adjusted the gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose and turned to look at the nurse waiting at the door.
A gentle smile graced his lips, more tender than a pond of spring water.
Yao Dongdong's mind rippled; she practically rushed in eagerly.
"Dr. Yan, are you ready to go home?"
Yan Qiying nodded, "Together?"
The girl instinctively agreed, naturally linking her arm through Dr. Yan's.
But she was startled by Yan Sinian standing at the door.
Five years had passed, and Yan Sinian had almost grown into a carbon copy of Yan Qiying.
Even more handsome than his father.
But oddly, the two didn't resemble father and son very much; Yan Qiying was always smiling, while Yan Sinian was ice-cold, never showing any expression.