"As long as I am strong and confident enough, she will come to me sooner or later." This was 'his' expectation, because in the human world, illness is inevitable for everyone. 'He' did not actively seek 'her' out but silently waited for 'her' to come.
That day, the maid Little C accompanied 'her' in 'her' family's carriage to 'his' clinic. As 'her' carriage approached the clinic, 'he' felt 'her' subtle ripples in the consultation room. When 'her' carriage arrived outside the clinic and 'she' was about to get off, the ripple became more apparent. 'He' knew 'she' had finally come! It had been 14 years since 'he' last saw 'her', and 'he' tried to calm 'his' inner turmoil.
Little C, holding the pre-purchased number, helped 'her' register at the counter, while 'she' waited in the waiting room. After a patient left the consultation room, it was 'her' turn. Little C accompanied 'her' into 'his' consultation room.
The door was slowly pushed open, 'he' raised 'his' gaze, and their eyes met. This was their reunion after 14 years. Although 'he' was prepared, 'his' mind still stirred. When 'she' first saw 'him', 'she' felt a sense of familiarity.
The consultation room was not large, accommodating at most 4-5 people, with a faint fragrance in the air. Light from a large window illuminated the room. On the walls hung a few simple calligraphy and paintings. Behind a wooden consultation table sat 'him', full of energy.
"Hello, Miss, please sit!" 'He' tried to maintain a pleasant expression and control 'his' excited tone.
"Hello, Sir..." 'She' gently sat down on the wooden chair beside the consultation table, a bit shy but with bright eyes looking at 'him'. Her slightly red cheeks and eager eyes revealed 'her' excitement.
"I... it's just..." 'She' shyly described 'her' condition. 'She' had seen many local doctors for this issue but it had never been fully resolved. 'His' appointment was hard to get, so 'she' had delayed until today.
"May I take your pulse?" 'He' asked after listening to 'her' description.
"Yes..." 'She' obediently placed 'her' hand on the pulse pillow in front of 'her'.
"Ah?" 'She' noticed 'her' lapse, "I'm sorry..." 'She' picked up 'her' handkerchief to wipe 'her' tears. When 'she' looked up, 'she' saw 'his' gentle gaze, which seemed to remind 'her' of something, and 'her' tears couldn't be held back.
'He' quickly withdrew 'his' hand, pausing the pulse diagnosis. In fact, when 'he' placed 'his' fingers on 'her' pulse, memories of past lives with 'her' uncontrollably surged out, like a fast-moving lantern. 'His' current emotional state was also vast, and a small part of the huge fluctuation uncontrollably flowed through 'his' fingers, 'her' pulse, and continuously into 'her' mind. 'He' could control 'his' emotions with extraordinary determination, but 'she' couldn't.
"Are you alright, Miss?" 'He' tried to keep 'his' tone steady, but 'he' didn't know 'his' inner turmoil had affected 'her'.
"Ah, no... no, it's just... just..." 'She' hesitated, 'she' actually wanted to ask what that was, but was afraid it was just a momentary emotion and didn't dare to speak.
'He' wrote out the prescription and handed it to Little C, nodding to indicate the consultation was over, while 'she' was still in a daze.
"Um, ah?" Little C gently nudged 'her' to remind 'her', and 'she' realized the consultation was over and 'she' could leave.
"Thank you, Sir!" 'She' got up and left, slowly reaching the door of the consultation room. 'She' couldn't help but glance back lightly, "Ah!" 'She' felt a small shock, "The Sir is looking at me!" 'His' gaze was gentle as 'he' bade farewell to 'her', and 'she' smiled and nodded before leaving the consultation room.
