Mr. Lu, Long Time No See

“D-Doctor Fu…” The anesthesiologist stared blankly at the man on the operating table, anxiety filling his eyes. The man, who had been forcibly injected with an anesthetic, had already fallen unconscious, yet his hands were clamped around Fu Yidi’s collar like iron pincers. The commotion downstairs earlier, and the man’s luxury car leading the way as he personally escorted him here, made it clear he was no ordinary person. Wouldn’t the patient blame Doctor Fu when he woke up, since she’d ignored his wishes and forced him under anesthesia for surgery? “If anything goes wrong, I’ll take responsibility.” Leaving it at that, Fu Yidi picked up the scissors beside her and decisively cut into the front of her surgical gown. The man’s arm fell to his side, and between his long, distinctively jointed fingers, a crumpled piece of pale blue fabric remained.