Xie Wanying held her older cousin's medical records, waiting for Senior Brother Shim to come. No need to rush, the nurse said the doctor had been informed.
Soon, a call came from afar along the corridor: "Junior Yingying."
It was Senior Brother Shim's voice, as exuberant as a roc spreading its wings.
Xie Wanying turned and saw Senior Brother Shim, wearing a white coat with the buttons undone, seemingly casual but actually too busy to button up.
Shim Youhuan adjusted his white coat as he walked down the corridor, trying to make it appear more neat, unable to let his image slip in front of his Junior Sister.
"Have you eaten?" Coming up to his Junior Sister, Shim Youhuan reached out to take the patient's medical records from her hands, smiling as he asked.
