"Thank you, thank you so much. I would have been in real trouble otherwise…"
The young woman—dressed in a sky-blue tracksuit with her straight, light-red hair tied in a high ponytail—thanked him profusely as she used the strength of Yan Feifan's arm to pull herself upright.
"Thank… oh, ah, it's you!"
"You're the one, that one…"
Yan Feifan watched the woman before him, her eyes shining and her face a mask of pleasant surprise. She had the panicked look of someone who recognized a person but couldn't quite recall their name. He couldn't help but think to himself.
'What an actress!'
'If my memory of you weren't so fresh, I might have actually been fooled.'
Playing along, Yan Feifan introduced himself, "I'm Yan Feifan, a doctor at this hospital."
The woman slapped her forehead. "The famous genius doctor, the best plastic surgeon in China."
