Vestidos de Branco e Armados

Brown, green, red. Various certificates were laid out on the table. Medical license, physician’s practice certificate, intermediate professional title certificate—every type was present.

“Luo Hao.” Lin Yuming, director of the medical affairs department at the Coal Mine General Hospital, wore a stern expression. He pressed his right index finger hard on the last certificate. “This is what you wanted. I’ve gotten it for you again, and again, and again. I’m warning you, this is the last time!”

Luo Hao lowered his head, looking at the certificate beneath Lin’s pale finger, which had turned white from the pressure. A brilliant smile spread across his face.

Standing at one meter eighty-three, broad-shouldered and slim-waisted, he carried an air of a male model even in a simple T-shirt. His ordinary smile glowed faintly, truly pleasing to the eye.

“You still know how to smile! Only know how to smile!” Lin Yuming scolded unhappily. “Can’t you just be a good doctor? Everyone says the post-2000 generation is shaking up the workplace—can that be trusted? Why won’t you try to improve yourself? What’s wrong with you?”

“Uncle…”

“At the hospital, call me Director Lin!” Lin Yuming sternly warned Luo Hao.

“Director Lin, this is definitely the last certificate. I promise it’s the last one.” Luo Hao didn’t argue but gave his assurance, following Lin’s words.

His smile was pure and somewhat bright, making the sunlight in the medical affairs office seem even more radiant.

“You know how many face-to-face meetings I had to endure to get t