Early in the morning, the sky was bright outside, and the rain had stopped, revealing the sun.
The scent of breakfast wafted from the kitchen, and Qiao Yin stretched, got out of bed and cleaned up.
After breakfast, Qiao Yin took her grandmother to the medical clinic.
As usual, she attending to the patients and prescribed medication. After a busy period, she hastily drove to Shensong Hospital to treat two vegetative patients.
She put on her white coat, and when she got to the fifth floor, she happened to see patient No. 517 practicing walking in the corridor with the help of a nurse.
Qiao Yin walked over, only then realizing that No. 517 was quite tall. If he stood up straight, he must be about 1.85 meters tall. He used to lie on the bed, thin and bony, and she never thought he was so tall.
Seeing Qiao Yin, No. 517 forced a smile onto his pained face. Though the scars made his smile somewhat terrifying, it was his way of expressing goodwill towards her.
"Dr. Qiao, you're here."