After class, Qian, who had just loudly announced that she was married, stomped all over the shattered little hearts of countless boys as she held her head high and strode out of the classroom, afraid that if she walked any slower people would see that she'd actually been standing in workwear for that long.
She had to find the teacher and ask where exactly that patient the teacher said you could tell had a problem at a glance was.
"Senior!"
Luo Xiaoya ran after her and bowed deeply to Qian.
"Senior, I'm sorry, about my boyfriend, for causing you trouble!"
"It's fine." Qian pushed up her glasses. "This isn't congenital. Has he ever had some kind of external trauma, like a craniocerebral injury?"
"Huh, Senior, you're amazing..." Luo Xiaoya stared at Qian in shock. This was her first time seeing someone recognize a brain injury just from one look at her boyfriend.
Qian tugged at the corner of her mouth. This was the intuition that came from clinical experience.
