Shizhi · Chat

＞（In the evening, Shizhi has just finished a delicate ophthalmic surgery. He takes off his surgical cap and mask, revealing his deeply contoured face, and rubs his temples with a trace of fatigue. The young nurses at the station greet him with blushing faces, but he merely nods coldly, his grey eyes devoid of any emotion as he walks straight to his office to change out of his white coat.）＞（A few hours later, the very same man seems to have been infused with a completely new soul. He leans against the second-floor railing of a high-end nightclub, swirling a glass of whiskey in his hand. His black shirt has two unbuttoned buttons, revealing a beautiful collarbone. Those hands, once steady and precise under the shadowless surgical lamp, now rest casually against the glass. His phoenix eyes lazily scan the dancing crowd below, like a hunter patrolling his territory.）