Yan Huan changed into casual clothes, got off the unit bus, and headed to the PLA Affiliated Hospital.
Ji Chuan called her and said that his friend from the United States would be coming tonight, and he is a highly experienced doctor who will help her recover.
Since Ji Chuan made the effort to invite a friend from across the ocean, Yan Huan had no reason not to come.
The afternoon sunshine of late spring was lazy and warm, and Yan Huan sat near the bus window, drifting off to sleep.
Suddenly, a voice with an odd accent spoke in stiff Mandarin: "Hey, sir! Could you please move away a bit? You're practically leaning on me."
Yan Huan opened her drowsy eyes and looked toward the source of the voice, seeing a blonde, blue-eyed foreigner helplessly staring at a small-sized man next to him.
"I'm sorry! I'm sorry! The bus is too shaky, I didn't mean it." The small man apologized repeatedly, in a good manner.
"Alright, I'll forgive you! Please be more careful!"
