The afternoon sun, with a lazy warmth, shines on the black and white floor tiles through the spotless glass window of the "Corning Community Health Service Station".
The air was filled with the unique, crisp and clean smell of disinfectant.
Yun Zhixu was sitting behind the consultation table, lowering his head to measure the blood pressure of a gray-haired Aunt Zhang. Her movements were very gentle, and the warmth of her fingertips had a strange soothing power. Aunt Zhang, who usually became flustered and short of breath when her blood pressure was high, actually calmed down at this moment.
"Dr. Yun, is my blood pressure... High again?" Aunt Zhang was a little nervous, her cloudy eyes filled with worry.
Yun Zhixu looked at the reading on the blood pressure monitor and raised the corners of his mouth in a very shallow arc. The smile was so faint that it was almost invisible, but like a ray of breeze, it instantly smoothed the wrinkles in the old man's heart.
