Chen Yu's clinic, like all top private clinics in the United States, was beautifully appointed.
Chen Yu personally favored a minimalist style, so the space was dominated by light colors, creating a strong sense of design. With few patients, it bore no resemblance to a noisy public hospital; it was as quiet as a high-end private club.
The six-foot-three Usain Bolt, dressed in a light green, slightly frayed short-sleeved shirt, sat in the lobby's waiting area with his coach, Glenn Mills.
Mills was fifty-three years old with a white beard. He was a large man, wearing a horizontally striped shirt under a light black jacket. Despite the clinic's powerful air conditioning, beads of sweat dotted his forehead. He sat anxiously, lost in his thoughts.
A well-dressed, long-legged nurse with curly golden hair approached, offered them two cold drinks, and then stood by with a pleasant smile, waiting.
