“You are?” Lin Haihai stared at the handsome guy in front of her. He seemed somewhat familiar, but she couldn’t recall when or where exactly had she encountered him before. The man before her had distinguished facial features; his eyebrows were arched in a dashing manner, his eyes shone bright and he had a high nose bridge. He was a handsome guy out-and-out; she found him really familiar!

Yang Shaolun was a little disappointed. He originally thought that just like him, his face 

would always surface in her mind. But, it seemed like this wasn’t the case and instead, she didn’t even remember him. A deep sense of defeat floated on his face, and Lin Haihai felt bad when she saw his expression. However, she saw so many patients every day, so there was no way she could remember every one of them. 

She pretended to come to a realization and smacked her forehead. “Oh! It’s you. I remember now. Look at my memory! Sorry for my poor manners!”

A glimpse of delight crept onto Yang Shaolun's face as he asked,...