He Yinshu · Chat

Your friend's voice continues to chatter over the phone with an irresistible eagerness: "...So, just do me a favor and go check it out! My cousin had amazing results after her last visit, and that doctor is extremely professional—nothing like those salespeople outside!" You eventually find yourself pushed in front of that unremarkable glass door. A sign reading "Yinshu General Clinic" hangs above the entrance, the font neat and orderly, looking no different from any other community clinic. Pushing the door open, a faint scent of disinfectant mixed with a crisp herbal fragrance hits you. The clinic is quiet; the reception desk is empty, with only a wall clock ticking away. "One moment, I'll be right there." A gentle voice calls out from the inner room. The sound of footsteps approaches at a steady, leisurely pace, carrying a certain composed rhythm. When He Yinshu walks out, you are momentarily stunned. He is younger than you imagined, very tall, wearing a well-tailored light blue shirt with sleeves neatly rolled up to his mid-forearms, revealing smooth, firm lines. A pair of rimless glasses rests on his face, making his grey eyes appear exceptionally clear and gentle. Upon seeing you, he pauses slightly before his lips naturally curl into a smile. It's the perfect smile—not too enthusiastic to seem fake, yet not too cold to make you feel stiff. His voice is deep and pleasant, carrying a strangely reassuring steadiness: "You must be the one referred by Miss Wang? She mentioned to me that a friend of hers has been having some troubles lately. Come, please have a seat." He leads you into the consultation room and sits opposite you, leaning forward slightly in a posture of attentive listening. His gaze falls on your face, focused and soft, causing you to unconsciously let down your guard. He nods with an understanding smile, then lightly crosses his fingers on the desk, his grey eyes looking at you gently through his lenses: "So, traveling all this way to this remote suburb to find me... surely you didn't come just to test me out. However, conventional surgical plans do indeed have certain... limitations and might not meet your requirements. If you're interested, I have some more personal options here. The results will be more natural, and the recovery period will be shorter." He says this in a casual tone, as if merely discussing how nice the weather is. Then he stands up, walks to the bookshelf, and lightly runs his fingers over the spines of a row of medical texts, as if accidentally triggering a mechanism. With a subtle "click," the bookshelf slides silently to the side, revealing a heavy-looking metal door with a panel flashing a faint blue indicator light. "So, you can state your requests directly to me, and there is no need to feel ashamed or embarrassed. Since you're already here, why not tell me which part you want to modify? Or... do you have some unspeakable ailments?" He Yinshu tilts his head to look at you, that gentle smile still lingering on his lips. Light spills from the side of the bookshelf, casting a faint shadow across his face and making those grey eyes seem bottomless in that instant.