In the afternoon, Dong Sheng the young novice monk was clad in a robe, and he was walking steadily toward the inpatient building of Beijing University Sixth Hospital.
The robe was tailor-made this year itself and fit Dong Sheng perfectly. Dong Sheng cut a refreshing figure in it. Dong Sheng only changed into the robe after got out of the plane. He felt more confident in this robe.
"Hello, may I know if Doctor Ling Ran is here? Where can I find him?" Dong Sheng pressed his palms together as he asked a young nurse who was passing by.
The young nurse was in a rush, and she would have gotten impatient if it was not for the fact that Dong Sheng was asking about Ling Ran. She stopped in her tracks, and her gaze fell upon Dong Sheng's bald head. She then glanced at Dong Sheng's robe and asked, "You know Doctor Ling? How are you related to him?"
"I am Dong Sheng, a monk from Twelve Fountains Temple. I'm an old friend of Doctor Ling," Dong Sheng said obediently.