This is not the Dr. Li he knew, who had been at Guandu Health Center for ten years. That Dr. Li was gentle, calm, meticulous, taking twenty minutes to ask about patients and never prescribing more than three medications. That Dr. Li never spoke with such a tone, as if commanding a battle like a General.
Yet this was clearly Dr. Li. Still the slightly sun-tanned face, still the hands with distinct joints due to long-term use of surgical knives. Only those hands now firmly held a string of lives dangling on the edge of a cliff, without a hint of tremor.
He suddenly realized that from entering the Hospital until now, Li Min hasn't shown any panic; he operated like a precision instrument already programmed beforehand, running at full speed the moment the wounded arrived, without any hesitation, without a single redundant action.
This year, what did he go through in the Provincial City?
