However, Du Yihai's appearance today seemed a bit worn-out.
His usually slick, shiny hair was uncombed and had turned largely white, while his leather shoes were covered in a layer of dirt, looking filthy.
Du Yihai entered the room very politely, his back slightly hunched. He pulled out a pack of cigarettes and offered them to Du Heng and Liang Fuman. "Xiao Heng, Old Liang, have a cigarette."
"I don't smoke, and our Health Clinic is a smoke-free Hospital." Du Heng refused indifferently.
Liang Fuman also waved his hand to reject the offer; he and Du Yihai, though from the same village, didn't get along well.
Unfazed by the awkwardness, Du Yihai maintained his smile and said, "My apologies, I forgot. Hospitals don't allow smoking."
Du Heng didn't engage further and instead asked, "Are you here to see a doctor?" He then straightened the pulse pillow on the table.
Regardless of his personal feelings, if someone came seeking medical help, he would treat them properly.
