Wu Jue took off his white coat, folded it properly, turned back and took a closer look at the office where he had worked for nearly eight years, and then closed it neatly.
A young nurse greeted him along the way, and he nodded calmly. A ray of wind slipped in through the cracks in the window and blew away his neatly styled forehead hair. Like the gentle touch of my wife.
Intention: love