Ji Yihan firmly believes that every tear he shed while staying up late to finish medical records at his desk was the result of the water that got into his brain when he insisted on studying medicine.
More accurately, on a torrentially rainy day, a flash of light devoted to saving lives split open his skull and drenched his brain in rainwater all night long.
Then one day, as he hid on the rooftop eating malatang, a red head popped out from behind the wall to watch him. It was round and plump, like the button mushrooms in his bowl.
He took a bite of a fish ball, and she blinked.
He slurped up some wide glass noodles, and she sniffled.
At last, he couldn't take it anymore. He buried his face in the bowl and gulped down a big mouthful of soup. The little girl was practically drooling with envy, so she turned away.
She crouched there, fumbling around for ages, then tearfully held up a sign for him to see. It read: "That smells so good!"
Clueless intern doctor vs. spirited sick girl
