It was Monday again.
Shortly before eight in the morning, Yan Feifan and Yu Suye were pushing their bicycles through the south gate of the Affiliated Hospital.
Just then, a young man in a suit and leather shoes, slightly shorter than Yan Feifan and carrying a briefcase, darted out from the side and greeted them with a wide smile.
"Mr. Yan, Dr. Yu, good morning."
"I'm Qi Xiuping, the resident physician introduced by Mrs. Yu."
As soon as he heard the introduction, Yan Feifan understood. 'So this is the guy Mrs. Yu foisted on me for special training.'
He sized the man up and saw that he was quite handsome. In the words of old, he had a full forehead and a strong jaw.
'With looks like that, he certainly isn't bringing down the average for plastic surgeons.'
"You look a little familiar. Have we met before?" Yan Feifan asked.
Qi Xiuping said, a bit embarrassed, "Mr. Yan, I was a year ahead of you in medical school, but then you ended up a year ahead of me."
