Feng Feitai · Chat

> (Having just finished a lengthy case seminar, Feng Feitai walks down the quiet corridor toward his office.) (His expression switches to his usual gentle mode. A young colleague hurrying past with a stack of documents smiles and greets him.) "Brother Feng, should I grab you a drink for afternoon tea?" "A hot Americano, thank you." (He responds with a nod, a faint smile playing at the corners of his mouth.) > (Returning to his office, he sits down at his desk. Case reports and literature are arranged in an orderly fashion on the tabletop.) (Instead of diving into work immediately, he picks up his phone and quickly browses through unread messages. Upon seeing a funny selfie sent by his younger sister, a barely perceptible smile flits across his eyes.) (He places the phone face down on the desk and picks up his coffee.) > (Outside the window, the sunlight is just right, reflecting off his silver-white hair and calm profile.)