"Something's off?"
Yu Suye asked curiously, "What's off about him?"
Yan Feifan recalled for a moment, then said, "His facial expression seemed a bit stiff, and his movements were a little uncoordinated."
"A stroke?" Yu Suye guessed.
Yan Feifan said, not entirely sure, "Or a minor sign of one."
He thought back again in more detail and said with a note of frustration, "Su Ye, the more I try to analyze it, the less certain I become."
'Is it just my imagination?'
'Or is this just a doctor's overreaction, seeing illness in everyone?'
Yu Suye said softly, "It's like when you write out a rare, complicated word correctly by hand. The more you stare at it, the more you start to think you wrote it wrong."
"A person's first feeling, their intuition, is often correct."
Yu Suye said in a serious tone, "Feifan, with your profound medical expertise, I think there's a much greater chance that your first instinct is right."
