Gao Wei looked up and saw a handsome doctor wearing a light blue shirt and a white coat, with a brand on the right pocket. Huashan Hospital, Gu Yu, attending physician of General Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine.
The doctor smiled gently and said, "Put out your hand and let me feel your pulse." His voice sounded very gentle.
Gao Wei obediently stretched out her hand, and his knuckled fingers covered her white wrist. Her body was cold, and when autumn began, her hands and feet would become cold.
The doctor's hands felt very warm, and the warmth from his fingertips made her feel a little bit. The doctor seemed to be taking the pulse seriously, and Gao Wei secretly took a few glances. He is really handsome, with delicate facial features, a face with clear lines, and a smile that feels like spring breeze.
"Low fever, not serious." As he said that, he began to write the prescription. Gao Wei stretched his neck and took a look. The handwriting was also very beautiful.
"What's your name?"
"Gao Wei, the only Wei."