Chen Xiaoqian walked in and stood in the empty room. The sunlight streamed in, and the floating dust in the air was clearly visible. The room felt a bit empty and lonely without people, but the sunlight filled it with hope.
This is how she always bids farewell to her patients. Some she snatches back from death itself, and they might never meet again. Such a farewell represents the glory of being a doctor because never seeing them again means the patient is recovering well.
"Sis, this is for you." Liumei came in, carrying a big bunch of bright red flowers.
"Who sent them?"
"Weiwei bought them for you when she left. She knew parting from you would be hard, and she cried a lot. Ye Xiaoyu said she would bring her back to see you after her trip, and that's why she left with her sister."
Qian accepted the flowers, they were a bunch of red carnations, representing Weiwei's gratitude for the past days. This was the cheapest fee Qian had ever received, but she liked it a lot.
