The office, Dr. Xu and the person sat face-to-face.
Ian Preston sat on the sofa, right where Thea Lynch had been not long ago.
The tea leaves in the cup were still swirling, steam rising. Dr. Xu gave a light cough and spoke first:
"Mr. Preston, I'm still saying what I said back then. As a qualified doctor, I have my professional ethics and cannot casually disclose a patient's personal information."
"If you're here for the same reason as before, I'm afraid you'll be disappointed."
Years ago, the person sitting across had come to inquire about Thea Lynch's condition. He hadn't disclosed anything back then, assuming the matter was dropped. Yet who would've thought the man would call almost annually ever since.
Dr. Xu weighed everything in his mind. Actually, from the first meeting with Ian Preston, he had guessed that this man was the root of Thea Lynch's "troubles."
