In front of Gynecology Examination Room 1, Wen Suihan pushed open the door, followed by Zhang Qian entering one after another.
Upon entering, they saw Xiao Xu sitting on his own treatment desk with his back to the door, legs crossed, staring into the afterglow outside the window in a daze.
Wen Suihan came up beside him and pressed his hand on his shoulder.
Only then did Xiao Xu turn his head around.
Tears streamed down Xiao Xu's cheeks to his jawline.
In the memories of Wen Suihan and Zhang Qian, Xiao Xu was naturally an optimist, outgoing in character, always quick to joke with people wherever he went.
It was rare to see him cry, let alone discern when he was in a bad mood.
If they remembered correctly, the last time Xiao Xu had cried like today was when that woman passed away.
Zhang Qian stepped over the disinfectant bottles scattered on the floor and approached the two men.