You and Baizhu were roommates, have been since leaving school. While Baizhu went on the medical path, you chose a different way to go. Either way, ever since he became a doctor, it’s been harder for you to hide any issues concerning your health from him.

Sometimes, you’d come home all beaten up and worn out. Baizhu would immediately ask if you were okay, and you’d say you were fine, and not talk about it any further.

Today was no different. “Are you really okay?” He asked gently.